The night is getting darker.

A car slowly entered the territory of Mukden.

Because it was dark, the ground was slippery, and the driving speed was unusually slow.

The young man sitting in the car has handsome facial features and deep eyes.

Just combined, it gives a very cold feeling.

The few people who accompanied him did not dare to take the initiative to speak, and the entire carriage was filled with an extremely dignified atmosphere.

I don't know how long it has been.

The young man suddenly stopped the car in a deserted and uninhabited area.

"Sir, what is this?"

An old man accompanying him was puzzled.

The young man was silent.

It seems that he opened the car door with considerable exhaustion, and only then did he take heavy steps, step by step, towards the center of the desolate area.

The fluffy snow is long gone.

The reeds, bent by the silver snowflakes, seemed unwilling to succumb to fate, and were swaying under the cold wind.

Walking through this reed, what catches my eye is a small river that twists and turns.

From east to west, upstream.

Because of the ice that has formed, the water flow is not very large.

The young man looked at this homeland in a daze, and finally had a touch in the depths of his eyes, which had no emotion all year round.

Long.

He sat on the dry and hard ground, took out a melodica, slender five fingers, and rubbed it gently, and the memories of a certain person in his mind came back one by one.

Life has come to this point, and the scenery is glorious.

However, there are some things that are lost forever.

'You make a city out of mud

He said he would marry me in the future

……

We used to be small

That year you moved a small bench

I was fascinated by the play, and I followed it all the way

I'm waiting for the people in that story'

The moonlight is like ink, and the cold wind is like a knife.

The young man, slowly raising his hands, put the melodica on his trembling lips, and blew a ballad that was destined to be painful every time he recalled it in his life.

This is her favorite song.

When she was a child, she would lean on her shoulder and nap quietly, and she would also pinch her nose to deliberately disturb people's dreams.

They were young and promised that they were destined to be together in this life.

However, these promises were completely in vain after he left Mukden and arrived in the imperial capital.

Overnight, he became a negative person.

And she slept in the small river in front of her.

"Liluo, I'm back to see you."

It was the young man in Yuan Nanshan, his eyes were quiet, but there were tears like rain, little by little, pouring down.

Saying goes.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but it's not time to be sad.

At this moment, he is more than a sentence, and his heart is like a knife?

If you don't go to the imperial capital, if you stay in Mukden, if you don't meet that middle-aged man who is as majestic as a god in your lifetime.

Will life be rewritten?

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

All kinds of guilt, only one sentence, I'm sorry.

It's just that.

All of this has a hard time.

Yuan Nanshan wiped away his tears, faced the cold wind, cried and smiled, "Liluo, you know me best, right?" When I grow up, I want to do great things, I want to make a name for myself. ”

"In this way, when you return with glory one day, you can also be proud, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult."

He hung his head and muttered to himself, "I don't regret it." ”

Maxima often has, Bole does not often have.

If there was no middle-aged man who secretly exerted his efforts, where would he have the opportunity to enter the imperial capital, and how could he enter the imperial capital university?

will not become a well-known romantic scholar in the imperial capital in just a few years.

"He made my life so prominent, in Nanshan, the grace of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring, in this life, can not be forgotten."

Speaking of this, Yuan Nanshan smiled dumbly and said, "Liluo, do you know, that middle-aged man's son, in fact, he was the same classmate as me in Fengtian back then. ”

"At first, it was unexpected, but then I thought about it, there is a destiny in the dark."

A person, talking to himself.

No one answered.

However, he has full words that he wants to say to the person he loves the most, even if she sleeps under this river year after year.

And several of his entourage, who had returned to Mukden with him, left early at his behest.

No man's world.

He just sat down all night.

It wasn't until the next morning, when the morning sun was rising, that he climbed up and stood by the river, his expression narrowed, and he returned to his original state again.

"If a soldier dies for his confidant, he has no regrets in this life."

He held his head high and puffed out his chest.

Even if the figure is thin, it is still standing up to the sky.

A few years later.

It was he who broke the strategy of combining and combining with the technique of connecting horizontally, and shattered the stalemate pattern of the imperial capital in one fell swoop, and even made the alliance of the two royal families like a big avalanche.

He cashed in and repaid the favor to the middle-aged man.

After that, he also fulfilled the promise he made to her.

We cannot be together in life, but we must sleep together after death.

On that day, the Hanmen scholar, who was most expected to become the second king of the northern realm, was martyred like this, and died young at the age of less than thirty-five.

On that day, Chu Xuan held a family funeral for him.

The specifications are high, second only to the king of Zhennan who passed away in the past, Chu Jian!

That.

Up and down the imperial capital, how many people fell silent.

The scholar is romantic, laughing at life and death.

Except for Nanshan, who is qualified to compete?!

……

In the past two days, the temperature in Mukden has changed slightly.

After arranging for Su Zhaorong to leave Fengtian in advance, Chu Xuan went to meet Li Ruoshui.

Fortunately, Chu Xidao stayed, and the business under Li Ruoshui's command gradually got on the right track, and Chu Xuan was very satisfied with this.

A simple light meal.

It is useless to say more about the following.

However, Li Ruoshui said conclusively that when she rested at the end of the year, she would definitely go to the imperial capital to find him!

And after that, the huge villas.

returned to Qi Dongcao, living alone.

"I'm in Mukden, I shouldn't be able to stay long, after a while, I will go back to my mother's place for the New Year, and after that, I will make plans."

Qi Dongcao said truthfully.

That place is called Beiyang.

A huge city next to the north.

Chu Xuan knew that Qi Dongcao would most likely stay in Beiyang City, because it was very close to where he was.

"I'm in a hurry to deal with some things, and when I leave one day, someone will be arranged here to pick you up."

Chu Xuan rubbed his nose and explained, "Also, Chu Cangsheng is still waiting for you, go home as a guest." ”

Qi Dongcao's cheeks turned red, and his eyes gradually brightened.

December.

Twenty-three.

Chu Xuan stepped on the plane back to the imperial capital, and Wang Jiujiu fulfilled his promise and saw him off in person.

The little girl was reluctant, and when she was about to enter the boarding gate, she hugged Chu Xuan and wanted to strangle Chu Xuan to death.

Ultimately.

With a loud roar, the plane fled into the sky.

Wang Jiujiu covered his brows, looked at the plane that gradually turned into a point, and finally couldn't hold back, standing in place, crying like pear blossoms and rain.

And, Chu Xuan, who was far away in the clouds.

Suddenly remembered something, opened the suitcase, and took out the gift that Wang Jiujiu gave him not long ago.

A piece of embroidery.

Embroidered with his voice and smile.

At the end of the end, there is also an ingenious line of words.

Chu Xuan silently recited it a few times, and suddenly smiled.

The mountains are high and the road is far away, we, goodbye to the rivers and lakes!!

(End of chapter)