The ancient painting fan looked at the man in the light blue robe in front of him in a daze, looking at his familiar face, and his heart was full of melancholy for a while. It's still such a familiar eye, but now that he has the surname Feng and his name Qianyu, how can he be the same as always?

Feng Qianyu watched the ancient painting fan silently take a step back, and his cold eyes were so ruthless. How many days and nights, he woke up from his dreams, and the eyes in the drunken haze were so warm and cheerful, but at this moment they were still different. This difference seemed to send him to the eighteenth layer of hell.

"Girl......" Feng Qianyu finally couldn't help but speak, reaching out to touch the sleeve of the ancient painting fan, because in his cognition, after many years of separation, he really wanted to tell her his heartfelt feelings.

Unexpectedly, but not at all, just as he was about to touch it, the arm of the ancient painting fan dodged backwards, and Feng Qianyu's hand had already fallen into the air.

"Dare to ask General Qianyu, what qualifications do you have to call me that-" The cold words condensed the air around him again, and the ancient painting fan looked straight at Feng Qianyu's face, who understands the pain in his heart.

As if he had been hit on the head, Feng Qianyu's face turned pale in an instant, and the title of the great general made him embarrassed.

"No, it's not, look at me, I'm An Deyang, I'm ......"

"You're not Brother An! General Thousand Feathers, how long are you going to play? Is it really fun to play a game that tricks a person like this? The ancient painting fan reprimanded sharply, and his cold eyes looked particularly cold in this dark room.

"I never thought of lying to you......" Feng Qianyu's weak voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were still fixed on the face of the ancient painting fan, for fear that the person in front of him was just an illusion, and he would lose her again if he was not careful.

"Never thought about it? Why is the Thousand Feather General you? What about Brother An? Where does he exist?! ”

"I had a hard time at the beginning, girl, you listen to my explanation, okay-" Feng Qianyu lost his mind, he really didn't want to miss her like this, if he parted like this, he would be uneasy for the rest of his life.

Looking at the pale color of his smooth face, looking at the deep fear in his clear eyes, looking at his anxious demeanor and not knowing what to do.

Inexplicably, the ancient painting fan remembered that there had been many good news on the frontier over the years, and the people were almost all spreading the prestige of General Qianyu. This big boy, who was only a few years older than her, had become an invincible general on the frontier at some point, and when I first saw him, he was just a little boy with a warm smile. Time passes, time really changes everything ruthlessly, it never cares whether you can accept it or not, whether you hate it or love, the wheel of time never stops, never.

At this moment, the ancient painting fan only felt deeply powerless, and her heart was extremely empty, whenever she thought that she had tasted all the pain, God would always make a big joke to her again, should she cry or laugh! In fact, sometimes when I think about it, for example, Chunyuan Lanxu, the person who is like an immortal, his identity has changed, such as Brother An, the current General of Qianyu, his identity has changed. If you think about it, what does it matter if you think about it? They can change as much as they want, if she really doesn't care in her heart, she doesn't care, it's a human or a ghost, a god or a demon, and what does it have to do with herself?

In the final analysis, it's just your own heart that is doing it, and you only blame yourself for everything, and you care too much about yourself.

Obviously, the team wants to deal with everything indifferently, but in the end, they end up with a two-minded person who has to be injured!

Slowly lowered her head, the ancient painting fan shook her head silently, her expression was a little trance-like, she really didn't want to listen to any explanation, the matter has come to this, can the explanation really change anything? Then why didn't his brother explain it to her back then, explain it? Looking up in a daze, looking at Feng Qianyu's already tightly furrowed brows, the ancient painting fan only felt that a tear from the corner of his eye couldn't stop slipping.

"Don't cry, don't cry-" Feng Qianyu couldn't help but panic, took a step forward in a daze, trembling her fingers and wanted to wipe her tears for the ancient painting fan, but she was really worried that she would frown again and keep herself away.

The expected dodge did not happen, and before his fingers touched the somewhat pale cheeks, he only felt a gust of wind coming, and he had been embraced by the person he had been thinking about for a long time.

The tip of his nose lingered with her unique light fragrance, although he had only tasted it a few times, but after only six years of separation, he seemed to have remembered it for several lifetimes.

"Brother An......" The ancient painting fan hugged Feng Qianyu's waist tightly, and his ten fingers uncontrollably dug deep into his flesh through the thin clothes.

Does it hurt? Brother An, it hurts, I hurt too, I hurt too......

Nephrite is in her arms, Feng Qianyu has been shaken by the sudden change, and the warm body in her arms is real, which means that she has died, all of this is not a dream, and she really didn't tell them, as she thought, she was dead......

Ancient girl, how many days and nights of anticipation, how many days and nights of missing, do you know how I hesitated when I rushed back to the imperial city and heard the news that you had been given death, you don't know, and you don't need to know anything......

Tightly embraced, this is the embrace of longing for friendship, this is the expectation after years of coldness, this is the cry of the heart for countless days and nights.

Cry, I have seen your pain over the years, although I have not experienced it personally, but I can see the countless scars engraved in your heart clearly, because they will double the pain in my heart.

After many years of separation, how many words can no longer be spoken.

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The blatant provocation in the imperial city, the target of the injury is still the two famous generals, and this matter has been spread by the people in the imperial city in less than half a day, and everyone wants to denounce the culprit and bring him to justice.

Chunyuan Lanxu delayed the trip because of this, so he had to stop for a while, leaving him to go on the road again a day.

The general of Qianyu lost the jade pendant, and immediately ordered the arrest of the culprit, and even painted the portrait of the culprit and pasted it on the market for people to see. The masses of people rushed to check the portraits one by one, and they were eager to try their hands, all wanting to bring the murderer to justice.

Through the layers of people, there is a portrait posted on the billboard, just the fluffy and messy hair, thick eyebrows and small eyes, a bloody mouth, two bean-sized pockmarks on the face, and a scar through the left side of the face.

Although there are many speculations in my heart, I still can't resist the blood boiling, and the passers-by all remember the appearance of the murderer in their hearts, and want to show their style and make contributions.

The market was extremely lively, and in an inconspicuous street, two figures walked side by side, silent.

The ancient painting fan dressed in white was still veiled, but those smart eyes still made the corners of Feng Qianyu's lips, who was wearing a light blue robe on his side, rise.

The ancient painting fan casually turned his head to look aside, only to see that the earthen wall was pasted with the portrait of the reward that swept the imperial city. Looking at the portrait of the culprit above, the ancient painting fan wanted to cry without tears, and laughed and laughed.

"Brother An, is that what I look like! It's really unforgettable, you can hang it on the door as a door god! The ancient painting fan pointed to the portrait and praised it.

Feng Qianyu chuckled when he heard this, and shook his head helplessly as he looked at the judgment of the ancient painting fan.

"There is always a process, but this person really doesn't exist, otherwise he will really be rated as a door god by later generations!" Feng Qianyu said with a smile, those narrow phoenix eyes were full of clear smiles, obviously he was in a very good mood at the moment, very good.

Gu Huafan squinted at Feng Qianyu's clear smile, and smiled lightly, how long has it been, she is also looking forward to having someone next to her who can laugh to her heart's content. (To be continued.) )