Song Yizhen was silent, and only looked at Xu Zi fixedly.

Xu Zi was covered in goosebumps when he saw his gaze, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Why are you looking at me like this?" ”

Song Yizhen was still silent, and suddenly, he rose into the air again and climbed up to the big tree at the peak.

Xu Zi didn't know what he meant, and also followed to the top of the big tree.

saw Song Yishu sitting on a tree branch, silently looking in the direction of the setting sun.

Xu Zi showed doubts on his face and looked over with him.

Today's sunset is indeed extremely beautiful, and half of the sky is red glow. Under the glow of the sun, layers of clouds swim away. It seemed that the whole sky was like a huge red lake, and above the water, there were circles of sparkling waves that gradually extended into the distance.

Look at the red lake again, the exquisite scenery of the black mansion and the scenery of the large and small houses in the city are all in the eyes.

This is probably the highest place in the black house.

Not only can you see the entire sky, the exquisite scenery of the black house, but also the bustling scenery of the city.

The magnificent picture composed of the sunset, the house scene, and the city view made Xu Zi sigh in his heart, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

"When I was younger, my dad used to take me to higher ground." Song Yizhen finally spoke.

"Sometimes it's on the rooftop, sometimes it's on the top of a mountain, sometimes it's just on a high platform."

"As long as you can stand tall, even if it is a foot high, the scenery you see is different."

"He took me from that high place and enjoyed the scenery together. Then he opened the flask and began to drink. ”

"When he drank too much, he began to cry, and as he drank, he read my mother's name."

"Every time at the end, my father was drunk and lay there unconscious."

"While I was guarding him, I wondered what kind of longing this was that made my father so much."

"I haven't seen my mother, and she died when I was born. I don't know what she looks like, what her voice and smile are. ”

Hearing this, Xu Zi was stunned, and he didn't know why he was saying this.

However, she remembered the scene when she first met Song Yizhen.

It was on the street, an eleven-year-old boy, with shabby clothes and a dirty face. No matter what Wu Tingyuan asked, he kept silent, and only looked at him with those hostile eyes.

Later, Wu Tingyuan took him back to the hall, bathed him, changed his clothes, and gave him food.

After washing and changing clothes, Song Yiyan was very white and handsome, completely different from the first time I saw him.

Wu Tingyuan said that Song Yiyan's father was a famous master in the rivers and lakes when he was young. But then he contracted the problem of alcoholism, and once he drank excessively, he actually gave his life. Left this orphan, with no one to take care of, only living blindly on the streets, and having no meal.

Song Yiyan's qualifications for practicing martial arts are also excellent, but for some reason, although his father is a master, he did not teach him any martial arts. After he came to the hall, he began to practice martial arts and train as a killer. Now, it's been five years. Now his martial arts are not low, and his ability to do tasks is also extremely high. The whole person has changed from the resentful boy at the beginning to a boy who seems to be confident, but cynical.

In the past few years, Xu Zi has never had a good voice for him, and now it seems that it may be an instinctive rejection.

The first time I saw him, although his eyes were full of hatred, the feelings reflected in his eyes were very true. Now, when she sees him, she looks like a hanger, a hippie smile, and her speech is often on the surface, and she doesn't want to talk to him more without a few words of truth. But today, for some reason, he actually talked to her about this heartfelt word. Really, it's okay to talk about what is in your heart, but why do you want to talk about it today?

was thinking about it, but I heard Song Yiyan say: "So I don't know why, how to miss my mother, and I don't have that sense of longing." Because I don't know what this longing is. However, an incident that happened when I was 11 years old will never be forgotten by me. ”

Eleven years old, isn't it the year Song Yizhen entered the Shengyuan Hall? What happened that year? Xu Zi listened suspiciously.