Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it has been three years of spring and autumn.

After the white dew, the kapok blooms.

In the north of Jincheng, there are endless cotton fields, dotted among the clusters of white brocade, with the refreshing autumn breeze, rippling out a silver sea.

"Yu'er, be careful!"

Under the blazing sun, a toddler three-year-old boy with a big smile on his face. In the shade of the lush trees, he staggered forward from side to side.

"Giggles......

Crisp laughter emanated from the immature throat and echoed in the neat poplar forest, innocent and pleasant. Hearing the familiar call, he turned around and threw himself into the arms of the man who had caught up, repeating over and over again: "Mother, hug!" Mother, hug! ”

"Yu'er, you're naughty again!" The man was dressed in a white pear blossom lotus dress, with wide sleeves and gorgeous but not luxurious. On the face of the handsome melon seeds, the big eyes are full of doting.

I saw her bend down happily, stretch out her white arms to pick up the boy, and kiss and kiss on the tender oily face. A sweet smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but step forward again and kiss it. "Go back with your mother, let's go and help Granny Song pick cotton!"

"Miss, I've found you!"

As soon as the man turned around, he saw Qianyu hurriedly coming over, stretched out his hand to take the boy, and continued: "Yan Gongzi has been waiting for Miss for a long time!" ”

The woman in white was none other than Linlang.

She looked up at the blazing sun in the west, and suddenly remembered that it was time to change Yan Yefeng's dressing. "Yu'er, you play with Qianyu for a while, and your mother will come when she goes!"

When he turned around, Linlang habitually glanced to the west. At the end of the official road, there seemed to be a familiar shadow, flashing against the huge sun. When you look closely, there's nothing.

It's been three years, and there has been no news from Bai Shaocheng. People say that he is dead, and even Bai Shuyuan has lost hope. Just like Jin Xiaoqi's sudden disappearance ten years ago, only a few remnants with obvious signs were recovered.

But Linlang firmly believes that Bai Shaoyan is not dead! Just like myself back then, I will definitely encounter miracles. He hasn't returned yet, so he must have been in trouble halfway through! This kind of thought has been buried in Linlang's heart for three years, not only has it not subsided, but it has intensified in the past few days!

Is he coming back soon?

"Am I dazzled? I don't think I've seen the shadow from anywhere! Linlang muttered to herself, and there was a faint uneasiness in her heart. Instead, he warned to Qianyu: "Don't stay outside for too long, go back early!" ”

Looking at Mu Yu's innocent smile, Linlang smiled. How could it be! Jincheng is very comfortable, I must be dazzled!

"You're back!"

Yan Yefeng's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were blank. Three years seemed to have exhausted his essence, and his originally burly body had endless vicissitudes.

In order to prove his innocence, he ran all over the rudder of the East Nine League, and finally found Jintian's whereabouts in northern Hebei. The sea is ruthless, and the blue is heartless. Because of Linlang, Yan Yefeng completely forced the crumbling East Kowloon League to a dead end. The dignified First Alliance of the Central Plains collapsed and turned into a plate of scattered sand and its own camp.

And he, the leader of the alliance, not only lost his glorious glory, but also became terminally ill because of his emaciated heart and the fact that he had not been healed with a variety of blood.

Linlang nodded silently, staring at Yan Yefeng's light brown vertical pupils, and was silent for a long time.

"You still hate me?" Yan Yefeng tilted his head and asked. From Linlang's gaze, he saw the tenderness of melting ice, which had never appeared in three years.

"He's not dead, why do I hate you?" Linlang replied persistently.

Yan Yefeng inserted his fingers into the bun in annoyance, and the hair was dull, and it broke at the end of his finger with a clattering sound. He regretted it, regretted that he couldn't be perfect, and the relationship between the two became completely unclear. However, he has never regretted marrying Linlang, even if time reincarnates, he will still make such a decision!

Now, Bai Shaocheng and Du Jiu'er's child is three years old, and Linlang treats him as a baby, only Du Jiu'er's maid can touch it, and no one else is allowed to get close to him.

Linlang's eyes were melancholy, why didn't she want to be like Du Jiu'er, abandon a qiē, and go to Jizhou alone to find Bai Shaocheng. It's just that she can't, the matter of Jincheng is not over yet, and her mother's lonely grave is still suffering from the wind and sun in the mass grave.

"Ahem......!" Linlang suddenly felt extremely itchy in her chest, and couldn't help but raise her little hand, cover her lips and cough lightly.

Yan Yefeng closed his eyes tightly and asked worriedly, "Are you coughing again?" In the past three years, you have lost a lot of weight and are riddled with serious diseases, so let's go to the pharmacy to grab some medicine! ”

Looking at Yan Yefeng's worried expression, Linlang nodded silently. Stretch out your index finger and gently brush it against his closed eyes. With a slight movement of his fingertips, he touched the full head of hair, thinking of what Yan Yefeng had done for himself, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart.

Next to the official road in the south of the city, there is a tea house standing alone.

In the tea pavilion, an old woman with gray hair was hunched over and rubbed the tables and chairs neatly. She behaves elegantly, like she was born in a big family, and she has no spicy market at all. Perhaps it is precisely because of this character that the old woman will move away from Jincheng and open a teahouse alone next to the official road.

"Granny Song, Linlang has something to delay today, let's help you pick cotton tomorrow!" Linlang smiled apologetically, and promised that the old man's work was not completed, and he felt a little guilty in his heart.

"It's Linlang! It doesn't matter, Jincheng has been peaceful all these years, and no one has done anything to steal. Besides, in the past few days, the wind and the sun have been beautiful, so let the white cotton hang on the branches for a few days and bask in the sun! A smile appeared on Granny Song's round face, and her sparse and tangled hair dangled with her bending movements, folding a faint fluorescence in the setting sun.

"I'll help you!" Linlang walked into the tea pavilion while talking.

"No need, just sit down and rest! My old woman can still do these jobs! Granny Song kindly pulled Linlang into the house, pressed on the chair and continued: "You haven't chatted with me for some days!" Today the old woman cooks some good and delicious meals, and you don't leave! ”

Outside the window, the fiery red sunset radiates a gentle glow. The willow tree in front of the door hung dark green branches, swaying in the breeze. The messengers rode away on horses, carrying up a high set of dust on the official road, which gradually dissipated with the wind.

Linlang suddenly remembered Yu'er, and when she went out, she hadn't gone back with him. couldn't help but worry: "Granny Song, Yu'er still needs my care, and it's not too late to come back tomorrow at noon." ”

Slowly, Granny Song's old cheeks showed a look of disappointment, and she persuaded: "Doesn't Mu Yu have a girl to take care of!" Today, old woman, I have a lot to say, just one meal, I can't get out of the pool! ”

Under Granny Song's expectant gaze, Linlang nodded involuntarily. She didn't want to see the tears of the old man in her twilight, and the lonely figure instantly melted that kind heart.

Suddenly, the table was filled with food full of color and flavor. After Granny Song cleaned her hands in the aluminum basin, she wiped a handful on her apron at will, sat opposite Linlang, and asked hopefully, "Taste it, is it appetizing?" ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

As soon as she finished speaking, Granny Song couldn't help but bend over and cough, Linlang hurriedly walked over and patted her back gently, "Granny Song, autumn is dry and irritable, drink more water on weekdays." I've been coughing a lot lately, so I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow to get some herbs and prepare some more for you! ”

Granny Song bent over, a deep hatred flashing in her eyes. She raised her arms and waved her hand in refusal, "Ahem! No, cough, I'm sick, I didn't take any medicine when I was young, and it didn't work! cough cough cough ......"

After another violent cough, the corners of Granny Song's mouth overflowed with brown bloodshots. She looked up at Linlang, her deep eyes filled with doubt.

If I'm really old, I've only used medicine a few times, and I can't hold on! If this continues, I am afraid that it will become a luxury to want to die together. It seems that next time it should be over!

After thinking about it, Granny Song quickly wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, pursed her lips and smiled, and said indifferently: "Eat while it's hot!" ”

Meals with a strange aroma can't be smelled by Linlang. I only feel that Granny Song's craftsmanship has an indescribable taste, which is like a mother's care, and Linglin Lang always has an endless aftertaste.