Qi country, Jimo.

The sea breeze is light, slightly cool, and slightly salty, compared to the bitter cold of Beiyan and Western Qin, there is still a trace of intoxicating warmth in Qi at this time.

Compared with the sweat of Linzi, shoulder to shoulder, Jimo is, quiet, serene, there is no busyness of caravans to and fro, there is no such as the chatter of the Confucian students of the Jixia Academy, some fishermen return every day with a full load of smiling faces, and some are just bursts of laughter from children's play.

When I came here, I suddenly found that the heart of striving for fame and fortune was light, and the meaning of Jin Ge Iron Horse was far away, just thinking about this quiet place with my lover, with the white head, to be an ordinary fisherman, and set sail with the morning sun, and in the evening there was a full load of the afterglow of the sunset.

By the sea, the birds have long been familiar with the breath of humans, they are no longer afraid, when people approach it, they no longer scatter and fly away, just glance at it, and continue to brush their heads carefully combing their feathers.

Putting aside a qiē worry and sorrow, just walking hand in hand with the beautiful woman on the golden beach, enjoying the sea and sky, the sun and the moon change, although it is only a few days, but Yan Hong has already liked this kind of life, and Yiren looked at each other, his eyes were full of reluctance and pity, at this moment Xie Zhiyun had to pretend to smile, and he didn't know when he would be able to see him again.

Shaking his head slightly, he gently wiped away the tears on the cheeks of the beautiful woman, "In the future, you must take good care of yourself, be alone in a foreign land, remember to be cautious, although it is calm and comfortable here, it is not absolutely safe." ”

didn't answer, just quietly leaned his head on Yan Hong's shoulder, greedily enjoying the most solid support in the world.

After a long time, the beauty finally raised her head, staring closely at the face that made her intoxicated, the jade hand stretched out, and gently stroked Yan Hong's cheek, as if to carve this face into her soul, "The concubine has written it down, Zihong, you have to promise me, when you come back, you must be unharmed, and bring yourself back to me completely, you know, if you have an accident, Zhiyun will never live alone in the world!" The voice is still gentle, but it exudes great perseverance and determination.

"Hehe-what started to be shrewd and capable Yun'er has become so sentimental, in my memory, Xie Zhiyun is always decisive and wise!"

"Why is the concubine like this, doesn't Lang Jun know that Zhiyun's gentleness and delicate are just for Lang Jun, and there is no second person in the world!"

"I know—how could I not know? But it's because I know that I can't rest assured, no matter how shrewd and capable you are, but in Zihong's heart, Sister Yun will always need my care. ”

"Puff - since you and I know and love each other, then Zihong should believe me, I will be an ordinary fisherman girl here, until you return safely, we are still like this, know and love each other, perfect!" Sister Yun, Xie Zhiyun saw Yan Hong's rare naughtiness, and the sorrow in her heart was diluted a lot, and she smiled, which was charming.

"That's right, Yun'er's beautiful smile will bring me good luck, it seems that I will have a big harvest when I go to Langjun." Since Yiren has already laughed, the knot in his heart is naturally solved, his mood is clear, and with the addition of superb cultivation, there will naturally be no accidents in this Jimo City.

"It's not early, Lang Jun should go on the road first, if the trip is delayed, it will be Lusu Wilderness tonight!"

"Okay—remember, you can't leave the snow silk soft armor."

"Got it! Even if it is a bath, the concubine will wear it. ”

Riding a horse and raising a whip, Sa Luzi took Yan Hong and walked away, tears could no longer hold back, pouring down like a broken embankment, not patient, Xie Zhiyun at this moment just wants to vent to the fullest, pear blossoms with rain is nothing more than this!

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Qin, Xianyang, woods on the outskirts of the city.

A carriage stopped quietly, and the autumn leaves had already slipped off the roof, as if the carriage had been here for a while.

This car is not gorgeous, but if you take a closer look, you will find that this car is superior in terms of material selection and workmanship, which can be described as simple but not simple, and the person who can have such a car is not unique in Xianyang City, but it is also determined that I am in the hands of a young man in white.

"I'm tired of waiting for a long time, and I'm late to come down." In a light tone, he casually drank the wine given to him by the old man, as if this apology did not have the slightest sincerity.

Not much, never more than ten fingers.

Time is still flowing quietly, the owner of the car seems to be a little anxious, the curtain is slightly pulled up a corner and looks around slightly, but there is still no one around, some disappointed to put down the curtain, the white jade arm disappeared, just like a beautiful scenery suddenly passed, the surrounding scenery is also a little darker.

But this qiē was not appreciated at the moment, including the old coachman on the wheel who seemed to have fallen asleep.

The wind was still quiet, and the sun had gradually begun to sink in the west, but the woman in the car still didn't seem to have any intention of going back to the city, and was still quietly waiting, while the coachman was still leaning on the wheels of the car and snoring beautifully.

The sky has darkened, and the merchants who come and go to Xianyang have long been closed, and the city gate will be closed in half an hour, and the woman in the car has frequently looked out.

Suddenly, the sleepy-eyed coachman seemed to wake up, looked at the woods carelessly, took off the flask hanging from his waist, and took a sip of it.

The next moment, the wine jug has been gently abandoned by the old man, a perfect arc, when looking, the wine jug

"Don't dare! The concubine is grateful for his help, and the concubine is grateful! The swordsman's words were undecided, but from the slightly choked tone, the woman's joy and excitement at this time.

After a while, the woman left, but the swordsman turned into a coachman and drove the carriage deep into the woods. Looking back, the woman had quietly looked back, standing there quietly, with the carriage reflected in her eyes until the carriage completely disappeared from her sight.

There seemed to be a trace of coldness on his cheeks, tears!

This is the second time she has shed tears since she came to Xianyang, last time, for her lover, this time, for her son!

One sorrow, two kinds of pain, but she could only bear it alone with her emaciated shoulders.

"Comber - let's go!"

"Yes, miss!"

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Seven days later, Xianyang, the backyard of HSBC.

On a rare sunny day in autumn, Hongyu sat leisurely in the yard basking in the sun, only this time she was not alone, she was holding a cute baby in her arms, it seemed that the baby had just fallen asleep, sleeping very soundly, very quietly, in the dream just instinctively leaning into Hongyu's arms.

Looking at the cute baby, the woman's maternal instinct was awakened, humming softly in her mouth, and shaking her arms slightly, just to make this cute little guy sleep more comfortably.

Looking at the little guy in her arms, Hongyu smiled sweetly, as if she was looking forward to one day becoming a mother herself.

[One day I will become a mother, is he, as the father of the child, as happy as me? With a self-deprecating smile, a shy flush welled up on her cheeks, which was beautiful!

"Sha-Sha-Sha" remembered a burst of footsteps, it was so familiar, it was the person who had been waiting for it for a long time.

Before you know it, the sweetest smile has appeared on your face!

The figure entered, looked at each other, and saw his own shadow in the other's eyes, and the distance gradually approached until there was no longer a trace of distance between the two.

The ape arm stretched out, bypassing behind the Yiren, tightly wrapping around the willow waist of the Yiren, at this moment, all the long-buried thoughts gushed out, leaning on each other, grinding their ears and temples, and carefully kissing the tears of the beauty!

At this moment, her tears are sweet, because with him by his side, all the responsibilities are borne by him, and he will hold up a quiet and peaceful world for her.

"This is the kid?" Looking at the baby that Hongyu was carefully caring, Yan Hong asked lightly.

"Yes—it's been a few days."

"That one didn't notice it!"

"Don't worry! That one would never notice it, and there would be no problem with his safety. ”

"That's good, it's all expected."

"Lang Jun!"

"Huh?"

"This time, if it fails, what if it fails?" The voice was a little miserable, and it seemed that this beautiful woman with a blue heart had noticed it.

"You've seen it all the way?" didn't answer the beauty's question, just asked lightly.

"I saw it, but the more I saw it, the more confused I felt, is it really right for us to do this?" Mime looked at Airo tightly, just hoping that he would give him a definite answer and untie his knot.

"Yu'er, you must know that there is no right or wrong in this world, the merits and demerits are all commented on by future generations, living in the present, we only care for ourselves, we don't have to care about the merits and demerits, as long as we have a clear conscience!"

The tone was faint, but it was sonorous and powerful, like the haze in Hongyu's heart that a sharp sword pierced in an instant.

"Okay, Yu'er is not too early now, do you know that Xiao Beisheng is newly married?" In a word, the atmosphere changed suddenly.

Brush - Hongyu's cheeks turned crimson in an instant, and it was too shy to speak, but the slightly trembling eyelashes seemed to be the most wonderful invitation!

A qiē word is just superfluous at this moment, and at this moment there is only that intoxicating gentleness!

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Duckweed drifting has no roots, the end of the world wanderers don't ask, and the remnants of the snow are cold and cold.

The plum flute has been changed three times, and no one is in the moon.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what is going on with tears.

The sound of broken intestines recalls his life.