Purple Thunder Wing scurried around the streets and alleys of Xicheng like a headless fly, and the arms, chest and abdomen that were grabbed by Zhong Xuzhao were in hot pain, but Zhao Yan seemed to be unconscious, the world in his eyes seemed to have changed from color to black and white, even if he heard and saw the laughter, he felt far away and couldn't enter his heart.

Because he was in a bad mood and injured the Zhong Pavilion owner of the veteran martial arts hall, Zhao Yan felt a little sorry in his heart, but what he was even more powerless and irritable was his heart, his heart seemed to be empty, and he was dug up a piece of life, and the feeling of wanting to suffocate made him want to yell and hit someone, but he still had a line of reason, and he could only hold the depressed emotions in his heart.

The car suddenly scurried to the ring road, and under the embankment on the side of the road was the river, and the undulating river surface was so vast that it seemed to be cold to the bottom of people's hearts just by looking at it, but Zhao Yan still wanted to see it.

He felt that the feeling of being cold to the bottom of his heart was so real, which fit his mood at this time, since he was sad, his heart should be cold! He wanted to remember the feeling.

When the car drove to an open section of the road, where there were no vehicles and no pedestrians, Zhao Yan suddenly stepped on the brakes and parked the car by the stone fence by the river.

These stone railings are like arrow stacks above the Great Wall, which have been imprinted with the traces of time by the wind and rain, a little blackened and a little pale.

The rays of the sunset sprinkled on Zhao Yan's body and face through the windshield, the residual temperature is still there, such an evening should be beautiful and freehand, Zhao Yan used to like it very much, but today he feels that the sunset is also hateful, if he is Hou Yi, he has a divine bow, at this time he will definitely shoot down this last sun with an arrow, so that the world will fall into eternal darkness, so that everyone is shrouded in darkness like him, and can no longer see the direction of light.

It's a pity, just as he can't do anything about Xiao Mengyue's departure, he can't do anything about the sunset in the sky. He didn't do it either.

Opened the car platform, felt out the cigarette and lighter inside, Zhao Yan opened the car door and got out of the car, fell on the car door, lowered his head and walked towards the stone fence, and at the same time poured out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth.

When he sat on the blackened but pale stone railing. When he faced the undulating river under the embankment, his vision was already hazy in the smoke of cigarettes, both real and illusory.

His eyes were still red, his coat was tattered and scratched, and there were traces of blood in some places, but he didn't even look at it, perhaps because his soul was the same, at this point. Zhao Yan and Lu Yang are the same, they don't care about physical pain, they only care about their hearts.

Zhao Yan is just 18 years old, and in the past 18 years, his life can be described in a poem: young people don't know the taste of sorrow. And today, when Xiao Mengyue broke up with him on the phone and told him that he didn't love him, his warm world was torn apart. A bone-chilling chill poured into his world, eating away at his heart.

But he was stubborn. Tears fell uncontrollably, making him angry, so he went to the veteran martial arts hall and forced the Zhong Pavilion Master to fight him, he hoped that the Zhong Pavilion Master could defeat him and even injure him. He hoped that the pain in his body could overwhelm the discomfort in his heart, but unfortunately, the Bell Pavilion Master, who was once unfathomable in his eyes and should be able to defeat him, disappointed him, and he challenged the Bell Pavilion Master for the first time. I didn't have any hope of winning in my heart, I just wanted to lose and get hurt, but the main player of the bell hall couldn't win against him.

No one can help him suppress the sorrow in his heart, no one!

Zhao Yan, who was immersed in his inner world and was immersed in sorrow, was completely unaware of it, and he didn't know that his image at the moment was very embarrassing.

Not only his clothes were tattered, his eyes were red, but the fight with Zhong Xuzhao just now also made him have spots on his body, and there were a lot of mud stains, including on his hands, before he pressed his left hand on the ground once, at this moment he was sitting on the stone railing of the embankment, looking like he was curled up there, in the eyes of passers-by, he was now unlucky, in someone's eyes, his appearance at the moment was distressing.

And this person is Hou Yichen.

This thing is very strange, when there is no fate, two people may not be able to see each other even if they pass by, and when fate comes, even if they are far apart, they may see each other many times in a short period of time.

From this point of view, maybe there is really a master in the underworld, who dominates the world, and dominates everything in this world, including you and me!

It is precisely because of this inexplicable fate that exists in the lives of each of us that no matter how determined the atheist, there is a moment or a period of doubt about whether the world is really godless. Wonder if our fate is really in our own hands?

This is a question that no one can really answer, even if some people seem to break their fate and stand out from the crowd, who knows that these people's so-called breaking fate is not also destined for a long time?

Hou Yichen was riding a battery car, and the pink battery car had just been delivered nearby, just like before she saw Zhao Yan and Zhong Xuzhao's fight, also because she happened to send Zhong Xuzhao the ordered clothes at that time, and it was the same at this time.

At this time, she was across the road, just came out of a nearby community, was riding home, a gust of wind blew head-on, hair blocked her eyes, she slightly sideways her face, let the wind blow the naughty strand of hair back to her ears, it was this unintentional slight side face, she unintentionally saw Zhao Yan curled up and smoking on the stone fence by the river across the road.

The sunset sun shone on the curled up Zhao Yan, the cold wind by the river blew on his body and face, and the smoke from the cigarette was blown away by the wind, but he was motionless, staring at the river under the embankment, this picture made her feel distressed inexplicably.

This feeling came for no reason, like a cold wind blowing in the face, so sudden, so traceless, and unexpected.

Hou Yichen subconsciously grabbed the brake of the battery car, a trace of hesitation appeared in her cold eyes, after a short hesitation, she looked back at the road behind her, and saw that there was no car coming behind for the time being, so she turned the head of the car and rode across the road.

The battery car stopped behind the Leiyi car, Hou Yichen got off the car, put down the foot of the battery station, looked up at Zhao Yan, who was motionless not far away, swept the hair in his ears, hesitated slightly, or walked over with hesitant steps.

Although she has not had any contact or intersection with Zhao Yan in the past few years, in her heart, she is not resistant to Zhao Yan, and her father is gone. She chose to wrap herself in indifference, blocking all the white eyes and ridicule from the outside, and at the same time blocking friends like Zhao Yan from the outside.

If Zhao Yan had been smooth sailing and proud, maybe Hou Yichen would never approach him again, because her closed and lonely heart still didn't want to get close to the happy world.

But Zhao Yan is obviously at a low point in his life now. There was a sad aura on her back, which touched her heart and made her have the idea of going out to comfort him.

"Ah Yan ......"

When he walked to Zhao Yan's side, Hou Yichen stopped and called him lightly in hesitation.

Zhao Yan turned his head indifferently, looking at Hou Yichen's clear soup and noodles with a clear and beautiful face, Zhao Yan was expressionless: "What?" ”

Even the voice is indifferent.

If it weren't for feeling the pain in Zhao Yan's heart, just with his attitude, Hou Yichen would have turned around and left. But at the moment she didn't mind.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked softly.

The corners of Zhao Yan's mouth were slightly upturned, and it was a smile that didn't matter and was sad, silent.

"Nothing!"

Speaking lightly, he casually flicked the cigarette butt in his hand towards the river below the embankment.

"You're in a bad mood......"

Hou Yichen's sentence is not a question, nor is it an exclamation, but just a statement.

Zhao Yan still had a faint and indifferent expression, looking at Hou Yichen's beautiful face, slim and graceful, like a breeze. Zhao Yan admitted in his heart that Hou Yichen was actually no worse than Xiao Mengyue in terms of appearance. Maybe all that's missing is temperament, her temperament is too cold and looks like a piece of ice.

Zhao Yan lowered his eyes slightly, and suddenly asked her a question.

"Chenchen! You tell me! A few years ago, you suddenly stopped paying attention to me, was it because you saw through me and thought I was a bad person? So want to stay away from me? ”

When asking this paragraph, Zhao Yan lowered his eyes, but after asking, he raised his eyes and looked directly at Hou Yichen's cold face impartially.

This question was obviously unexpected by Hou Yichen. Thinking too jumpy, Hou Yichen was stunned, looking at Zhao Yan's pursed lips and staring at her, many questions surged in her heart, and she wanted to know what happened to Zhao Yan? What happened? Why would he so seriously doubt that he himself is a rotten person?

Who the hell hurt him?

Based on her understanding of Zhao Yan, although Zhao Yan is a little cynical, his mentality has always been optimistic, even if someone denies him, gives him white eyes and ridicule, he can't really doubt himself, and the most likely thing is to beat people.

But now, she can see that Zhao Yan really doubts herself.

Hou Yichen opened his mouth and opened his mouth again before finally giving an answer.

"Ah Yan! Why do you ask that? You're good! It's true! I stopped paying attention to you a few years ago, it was a problem in my family, you should know, have you forgotten? ”

"Really?"

The corners of Zhao Yan's mouth turned up again, with a bit of mockery in his coldness, and his eyes looked at the river again.

"Let's go! Leave me alone! I'll be fine! Because...... I'm Zhao Yan! ”

This sentence is stubborn and conceited, especially the last sentence "because...... I'm Zhao Yan! It was this sentence that made Hou Yichen's heart tremble in an instant, and he only felt an inexplicable feeling rising from his heart and instantly permeating his entire body.

It's not how beautiful this sentence is, but she remembers that this is Zhao Yan's favorite mantra before.

"Ah Yan! This tree is so tall, can you really climb it? ”

"Of course! Because I'm Zhao Yan! ”

"Ah Yan! Do you know how to do this question? ”

"Of course! Because I'm Zhao Yan! ”

"Ah Yan! Do you play a spinning top? ”

"Of course! Because I'm Zhao Yan! ”

……

When he was very young, Zhao Yan had an inexplicable self-confidence, it seemed that because he was Zhao Yan, he could do everything he wanted to do, this sentence, Hou Yichen hadn't heard him say it for many years, but he didn't expect to hear it again today.

The difference is that when he said this before, he was smug and full of confidence.

And at this moment, his appearance is embarrassed, his expression is indifferent, and his tone is cold, the same thing, he still said so sure.

Hou Yichen was stunned, and wanted to say something more, but found that Zhao Yan didn't seem to want to pay attention to her anymore, and after hesitating, she had to say, "Okay then!" I'm leaving, don't stay here too long, go home early! ”

Zhao Yan didn't say anything, Hou Yichen whispered "goodbye" again, and then hesitated and turned to leave.

Because I'm Zhao Yan......

Looking at the river, Zhao Yan repeated this sentence in his heart, slowly closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, he wanted to suppress all the sadness and sadness in his heart, he wanted to cheer up, because he was Zhao Yan!

After a few seconds of silence with his eyes closed, when Zhao Yan opened his eyes again, his eyes had become sharp and stable, and he stepped down from the stone railing, Zhao Yan strode to the side of the car, pulled the car door and sat in.

Regardless of whether he was still sad in his heart, at least, he was already strong, and his stubborn character did not allow him to be immersed in that kind of depressed and sad mood all the time.

Lei Yiche came to the front of a clothing store, the door opened, Zhao Yan strode in with his head slightly lowered, ignoring the sales lady's inquiry, Zhao Yan glanced at the clothes in the store with cold eyes, and stretched out his hand to point to a pair of pants and a coat.

In the locker room, he changed into new clothes, and the tattered coat was wiped with blood on his body by him, and then thrown into the trash.

Zhao Yan came out of the clothing store again, and he regained his bright clothes and high spirits, unlike before, his eyes were much deeper than before.

In the following days, Zhao Yan's life became very regular.

Every night until about half past eleven o'clock in the evening, after getting up in the morning, he practiced boxing on the rooftop, including the method of transporting qi and blood of Qiduanjin, during the day he either read a book or moved a recliner to bask in the sun on the rooftop, or helped his parents work downstairs, Zhao Ji opened early in the New Year just two days later.

The plot of "Rebirth: Dacheng Sword" has come to an end, and Zhao Yan is finishing up little by little recently, planning to officially end the book before the start of the new semester.

Maybe it's because his mind has become single-minded, when he recently practiced the method of carrying the seven stages of Jin Qi and Blood, he obviously felt that he had made rapid progress, and I don't know if it was because of his single-mindedness, or because he had a fight with the main body of the Zhong Pavilion that day, which brought him realization, and his boxing and palm techniques have improved recently.

Especially Bajiquan, I thought that he had practiced Bajiquan, but recently he has a lot of comprehension, every morning when he practices boxing, there is a smooth feeling of harmony between the moves, and the speed between the moves is strong and weak, and the sending and receiving is free.

Ji Yichun came here once, and asked him excitedly if he really defeated the Zhong Pavilion Master of the Veteran Martial Arts Hall?

Ji Yichun said that many people on Xicheng Road have been spreading this matter recently, and all those who have heard about it find it incredible.

In this regard, Zhao Yan seemed very indifferent, this is not what he is pursuing, no matter how big his reputation is, there is nothing to be proud of. (To be continued.) )

PS: Thanks to Li Jiuwang, the memory of the lamb, 5978330, and the night man 111 for rewarding 100 coins, and thanks to a young bookworm for rewarding 500 coins.