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On Chinese New Year's Eve, Feng Zhenhua sent someone to invite Yin Jiu Kill to come over to celebrate the New Year together, but Yin Jiu Kill failed to come.

Because Concubine Yin fell ill again, he went to the palace to accompany his sister for the New Year.

Concubine Yin lives alone in the deep palace, wears vegetarian clothes and eats vegetarian every day, and has been worried about her younger brother for many years, so year after year, her body slowly collapses.

Especially in winter, her body is even weaker, and no amount of medicine and tonic can make her healthy.

All Yin Jiu Kill can do is often enter the palace to visit her - even if it violates the palace rules, the criticism is not light.

Feng Jinghua understood the mood of Yin Jiu Killing, if she could do it, she would definitely take Concubine Yin out of the palace and have a good year together.

It's just that no one can do that.

Sigh, regret.

Yin Jiu Kill didn't come, but Qiu Guhan came uninvited.

Feng Jinghua didn't have a good face for Qiu Guhan, seeing Qiu Guhan coming to the door with a lot of gifts, she had the urge to kick him out, but everyone in the Feng family except for her didn't seem to hate Qiu Guhan.

Qiu Guhan is good-looking, young and young, kind and generous to the Feng family, and almost does not come empty-handed, who would hate such a beautiful boy?

Especially Feng Ruoxing, when he saw Qiu Guhan, he was like a child seeing a playmate, and held his hand affectionately: "Xiaohan, you are here, come on, come and drink with me." Xiaohua's fruit wine is delicious. ”

Although General Feng also likes to drink, he can't drink too much, and General Feng is so old, it's not so fun to drink with the elderly.

Qiu Guhan smiled and lifted the strangely shaped bottle in his hand: "This is a wine from the Western Regions, it has been stored in the cellar for thirty years, and the taste is superb, you must like it." ”

Feng Ruoxing's eyes lit up like wine: "Okay, okay, we won't get drunk tonight!" ”

At this time, it was afternoon, and the sky was not dark, but the aroma of wine and meat was already wafting everywhere in Tianzhou, and the cheerful sound of firecrackers resounded.

Feng Jinghua looked left and right for a while, then kicked Qiu Guhan, and said fiercely: "What about Lao Yi? What about Fog Boy? ”

She just didn't like Qiu Guhan, but she had a good impression of Elder Yi and Wu Gongzi, who were inexplicably loyal to Qiu Guhan, and she was happy to entertain those two people, but, why didn't she see those two people?

Qiu Guhan looked at her kick: "It's not enough for you to kick me, you want to kick them together?" ”

"Phew!" Feng Jinghua kicked him again, "How can I be willing to kick them?" It's too late for me to entertain them! ”

"Oh, it's so honorable that you're only special to me......"

"To say or not to say? If you don't say it, kick you to death......"

"I say! I said it can't be done! Actually, I don't know where they went. I wanted to bring them along, but the two of them said early in the morning that they had something to do and wanted to take a day off with me, and I asked them to ask for another day, but they had to ask for it today, and then they were gone. ”

"Really?" Feng Zhenhua looked suspicious, "Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, do they really have to take leave, and they still refuse to disclose their whereabouts?" ”

Do they still have relatives and friends in Tianzhou?

However, she has known them for so long, and she didn't see it, but she just saw that it was true that they all had something on their minds.

Although Elder Yi always wore a mask, Misty Boy was always smiling, not wanting anyone to see through their hearts.

"What am I lying to you for?" Qiu Guhan spread his hands helplessly, "They are by my side every day, and I also hope that they will keep vigil with me and have a reunion ......dinner together."

He speaks from the heart.

He has no parents, no siblings to interact with, and these are the two people he trusts the most and spends the longest time together.

Although he had not known them for a long time, he did not even know their origins and thoughts, and he almost never knew each other, but he could feel their sincerity towards him.

Subconsciously, they are closer to him than his family.

It was actually strange that he had such a friendship and feelings for them, and it stands to reason that he should not trust such two people, but what if they have known each other for a long time and are related by blood?

Looking at what Qiu Yexian and Qiu Lushuang did to him, he felt that such a thing as "feelings" really did not depend on the length of time or the distance of blood.

Feng Jinghua: "......"

After a while, she sighed: "Okay, I'll invite them over another day." ”

Then she didn't pay attention to Qiu Guhan anymore.

"Eccentric!" Qiu Guhan muttered, hugging Feng Ruoxing's shoulder, "It's all lost, let's drink, and if you lose, you will draw a mouse on your face!" ”

He smiled on his face, but asked in his heart: Brother Xiaowu, where are you?

Could it be that at this time, there is someone who is closer to me, more important, and more worthy of your company?

That's true.

At this time, in the southeast suburbs, in front of a barren and dilapidated temple, Wu Gongzi inserted three pillars of incense on the ground, put pig's head meat, poured a slip of good wine, and then knelt down and kowtowed three times to the temple.

Behind him, there were also two people kneeling.

One is an old man who doesn't look amazing, and the other is a young guy with beautiful eyebrows.

After kowtowing, Wu Gongzi didn't get up for a long time, just looked at the ruins in front of him, and his eyes showed a faint, but deep sadness that had no end.

Such sorrow is accompanied by cold winter winds and fine salty snowflakes, and the whole world seems dark and cold.

Suddenly, there was a sound of trembling footsteps behind the broken wall.

The old man and the little servant behind him suddenly became alert, stuffed their hands into their arms, and were ready to make a move.

"It's you, isn't it?" An old and low, but vigorous and majestic voice sounded slowly with the sound of footsteps.

There was no murder or malice in the voice.

Misty Boy looked up and looked at the broken wall continuously.

An old man, on crutches, stepped out from behind the broken wall, staring at him with cloudy but keen eyes.

The four eyes met, and the foggy boy stood still.

"Even if you don't say anything, don't admit it, I know it's you." The old man slowly walked in front of him, stood side by side with him, and looked at the dilapidated temple in front of him, which had long been uninhabited, "You and your mother look more and more alike, even if I am old and your mother has passed away for more than ten years, I still remember her appearance, and I know that you are her child." ”

The misty boy didn't speak, but the sadness in his eyes was deeper.

"It's been ten years." After the old man paused for a while, his eyes and voice were also dyed with pathos, "Today is a full ten years since Xiaoliu passed away. Over the past few years, every day, people have come here to offer incense, and I thought, if you were her child, you would definitely come here to worship. So I'm here and waiting. Finally waiting for you. ”

The fog boy's eyelids moved slightly, and his eyes looked at him faintly and deeply.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough......" A cold wind blew, and the old man coughed several times.

The fog boy's gaze became concerned, but he still didn't say anything.

"I can, I can meet you in the last years of the wind and candle...... the old man finally stopped coughing, and said slowly, "It's so good, it's so good!" Although my time is running out, I still have time, I have time to give you back what you lost, ......."