I heard my aunt's name again, but it was on such an occasion, in such an inopportune situation, how could I not make the fourteen-year-old child stunned. This name is like a sharp sword, piercing deep into the heart, but at this time, it was wantonly pulled out, so that the wound that had already scabbed out the memories of the past again.

I still remember that year, when my aunt was still a maid's sister, the swarthy boy was just a baby less than a hundred days old, and he could only babble in the woman's arms, not knowing what to do. And the woman accompanied him except for the dancing sword that could not be touched by thunder every day, and there was no complaint.

Xu felt that he owed the dark young man's mother, or felt that the blood and family affection of the Gu family before, a woman is a woman in the end, no matter how hard-hearted she is, she will still become soft in his eyes after all.

It's just that I don't know what kind of involvement there is between my aunt and my aunt Lin Nuohua, which makes her wash her face with tears every day, hating the Gu family so much. What my aunt said she hated, was it Gu Yanxun who didn't know where to return to the border, or the Gu family who was wronged everywhere?

The dusty past in Gu Xing's heart broke down at this moment, so the past came to his heart, and then he looked at the old man, but he didn't know whether to advance or retreat for a while. It's just that now there is a bigger mystery in front of him, why does the old man in front of him know this secret so clearly, as if he has experienced it himself.

Gu Xing began to try to find a suitable explanation, he was one of the accomplices in the persecution of the Gu family that night, and the current excuse was just an excuse to delay time. He is the backhand of Lone Whistling Villa buried in Luoyang, and at this time, he should cooperate with Bai Lihe Luo Xiuli to let himself complete the great plan they have planned for a long time.

But none of this makes sense, and the way is unclear. From Luo Xiu's eyes, it was clear that he was very familiar with the old man, but he wanted to pretend to be extremely unfamiliar when he met for the first time. And although Bai Ya deliberately covered it up, he looked at the old man angrily, just like what he said just now, which was heinous.

Gu Xing began to pull his hair, the thick black hair against the sunlight through the window, and it had been scratched to pieces at this time. Gao Qianzhan's eyes were full of tears, and he covered his chest and back indescribably.

At this moment, how much she wants to share the heart that was burned by the past for the person who has just shown her heart. It's not that Gu Xing didn't want to accept and compromise in the past, but this world is so cruel, the more you want to forget, the more you remember it, and it will linger.

Every night when there is silence, it burrows into the brain as if it was yesterday, tormenting the heart that is already full of holes. Gu Xing gradually recovered from his gaffe, and wanted to open his mouth to ask something, but he couldn't say a word.

How can a 14-year-old boy understand what the pain of the past is, but what they don't know is that if a person lives a new life, but encounters a great calamity, the death of his loved ones will not be forgotten for the rest of his life.

The old man felt speechless, but it was difficult to collect it, so he could only bow his head silently and stop speaking. The domineering arrogance just now also disappeared in the words of the person who woke up in his dream.

Luo Xiu, who was holding a wine gourd and pouring wine, had pinned the wine gourd back to his waist at this time, leaning against the pillar, his face full of despair. It seems that he also remembered some past events that he didn't want to recall, remembered some people, some past.

Maybe this past is like the bitter turbid wine, knowing that it tastes bitter, but it wants to enter the throat. But the burning heat after entering the throat made people burst into tears. Bai Ya may not know much, and he is not trapped in memories like Luo Xiu and can't extricate himself.

It's just that there are some lamentations, lamenting the injustice of life, lamenting the impermanence of fate, lamenting the creation of people, lamenting the unforgettable past, and lamenting the future. But even if there are many lamentations, it is difficult to understand what kind of past can make people forget.

She has been out of Lonely Roaring Heights until now, but she can't let go of one person, one thing. The person is Moye, who once swore an alliance, but now he is a stranger. The thing is feelings, I hate myself for being so infatuated, I have waited for all these years, but I have not waited for the desired result, but I still don't want to let go.

But at least there's hope, isn't it? And the past has happened, that is, it is futile to make up for it, just like the current Luo Xiu and Gu Xing, they are both people in the mouth of the old man, and they can't do anything.

Since Luo Xiu woke up into the Lonely Roaring Heights, he has watched him grow up slowly, although he has never gotten along day and night, he has silently guarded his side and helped him when he was in trouble several times. is even willing to risk his life for the sake of Gu Xing, if he says that he has no emotion, no one will believe it.

But it was such a taciturn man, who came to the capital Luoyang again after a few months of serious injury and recuperation, because of the big event of Lonely Howling Villa, and it seemed that he still had a lot to hide from Gu Xing, and the trust that had been built up over time seemed to begin to collapse at this moment.

Gu Xing involuntarily retreated, and suddenly hit the wine table behind him, knocking over the wine in the cup that had not yet been drunk, mixed with peanuts scattered on the table, and began to flow down to the ground. And Gu Xing was unaware of everything.

Ling Ling had put the knife into the sheath, and his face was a little less indifferent and a little more tender. Did she also remember some of her past at this moment, and she was like Gu Xing, ethereal.

The old man took a tentative step forward, and Ling Ling also took a step forward, blocking between the two, although she didn't know who the old man's mouth was, but at this moment, only she could take care of it.

Gao Qian looked at Lingling downstairs, and at this moment, he actually gave birth to a trace of gratitude. The woman's mind is so unpredictable, obviously the two were still-for-tat just now, jealous for the so-called relationship that has not yet budded, but at this time, they feel sorry for each other because of this birth.

The old man stopped in place, his eyes were complicated, he didn't continue, and he didn't mean to do anything, just looked at the dazed and overwhelmed Gu Xing across Lingling, and wanted to give comfort, but he couldn't.

The wrinkled palms of the old vine-like hands were entangled with each other, but they couldn't stop trembling. The old man in the rivers and lakes who killed people just now was like an old man in his last years, crumbling.

The face full of frost, snow and years carved actually twitched a little at this time, and the eyes that had not shed tears for many years clearly had some brilliance.

After all, the old man was still a little helpless, and wanted to bypass Lingling to pull Gu Xing, but many attempts were in vain. Lingling stood in front of Gu Xing without hesitation, without a trace of cowardice. Although it shows that he knows that the other party is unfathomable, he must also take care of him with the heart of seeing death as home.

After all, it is still a fan of the authorities, and when Gu Xing gently pushed Lingling away, Lingling was a little stunned. Although I don't know what Gu Xing is thinking at this time, if this old man rises out and kills people, no one can help.

Gu Xing still stood up, just like when his aunt was seriously injured, he did not hesitate. He knew that if he missed this time, the truth would never come to the surface, and the suffering he had endured over the years would eventually turn into nothingness and become meaningless.

The old man was a little moved, and tried to raise his hand to hold Gu Xing, but when the hand that was as dry as an old vine suddenly raised, it slowly fell down the next moment. These words should not have been spoken by him, they should not have been said now, they should not have been spoken in front of so many people.

He witnessed that night, but there was nothing he could do, he tried to find it, but in vain. So the old man chose to make up for it in the most stupid way, staying in the capital Luoyang and waiting for the appearance of the young man.

But it was not a coincidence, when Gu Xing returned, he was targeted by other forces. In a hurry, he had to take action, and Gu Xing was involved in this unprovoked murder case.

That pot of soup was originally used to kill people, but it was not used to lure out the boy, but to fish out the "dark whistle" hidden in the capital. has been dormant in the north of the city for decades, and has also operated a noodle stall business for decades, but he does not dare to forget the events of that night for a moment.

The old man sighed, "That's it", gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes gradually became cold from dazed. The old man, who was originally like a withered face, began to no longer hide the murderous aura on his body at this time, raised his hand and held it behind his waist, pulled out two short knives with decayed handles, and the blades were still as bright as new, and ran towards the crowd of spectators just now.

Ling Ling sensed that something was wrong when the old man raised his hand to touch it back, and strode forward to grab Gu Xing and quickly retreated. The old man didn't attack them, but gave them a meaningful smile and plunged into the fireworks alley and the dusty women.

The secrets of 14 years ago, how can they be known to irrelevant people and become a laughing stock for the Chinese people in Luoyang after dinner. He was already extremely guilty of his gaffes, and the reason in his eyes was gradually lost in the whispers of others.

This group of fireworks alley visitors never dreamed that they would suffer this catastrophe for no reason. And the women in the wind and dust were already frightened, and they called for help one after another, and they all cast their eyes at Bai Ya for help. The old man had fallen into madness at this time, and Bai Li wanted to stop it, but he couldn't do anything.

However, the disparity in strength between the two sides is too great, and Bai Ya has been hit hard, it is already the end of the strong crossbow, the old man looks like a mad demon, if he forcibly blocks, it is just one more person in the soul of the old man's knife.

In the green building here, in the eyes of the old man, it is a miasma of black smoke. This passage was listened to by these laity, and there might be some kind of chaos.

When the old man thought of this, the movements in his hands were obviously accelerated by a few points, and the short knife brought up a burst of edge, and the flesh and blood flew sideways. Shouting, running, and desperate wails resounded through the building. And the rest of the people were dumbfounded.

The old man, who was originally uncontrollable, suddenly got up and shouted with a trembling voice: "Fifth, how many more sins do you have to create before you are willing to stop?" ”

The old man touched the short knife through the neck of a fat-headed and big-eared fireworks alleyman, and raised his head with the knife down, "Wu Zhong, you still recognize me." Why don't you dare call me by my full name? What are you afraid of! ”

The old man was shocked by the roar of the old man downstairs, and he was speechless for a while. Although Gao Qianzhan had palpitations, he dragged the old man's trouser leg and said, "Grandpa Wu, who is he?" Will it hurt Gu Xing? ”

When the old man woke up from a dream, he lowered his head and said gently: "Don't worry, Son, Gu Xiaozi is fine." ”