When Xiaoyi left, it was the early autumn season.

The autumn colors in the south of the Yangtze River are also beautiful.

He has walked a lot of roads and seen a lot of scenery alone, riding alone, chic; A sword and a sword, no worries.

Time flies like a white horse, and the news of Du Ruosheng's birth of the prince has spread all over the world and into Xiaoyi's ears.

At that time, it was already autumn and spring, and everywhere was full of greenery and vitality, and everything in the world seemed to welcome the arrival of this new life.

Xiaoyi returned to a familiar place, but did not go to see the old man who had been missing for a long time.

Everything seems to have never changed, but what has changed is the heart that was still painful and hot when I left, and now it has returned to calm, and there is no more wave.

When Yan Zhao was full of moon, the whole country celebrated, and Yan Qinghan and Du Ruosheng stood on the palace tower to rejoice with the people.

Xiaoyi stood in the long street, watching the fireworks in the sky, listening to the cheers of the people, he knew that the old people on the city tower at this moment must still be clean and beautiful as always, surrounded by happiness, surrounded by the people who loved her and the people she loved.

Xiaoyi is very content, this may be God's favor for him, arranging them under the same sky, breathing the breath of the same sky.

Thinking of this, Xiaoyi smiled with relief, he had never looked forward to anything in his life, and now the only thing he hopes for is that Du Ruosheng can always be happy like this, no matter how worry-free, no more pain, and live so seriously and beautifully.

The best wishes and the concern in my heart dissipated with the wind at this moment.

Xiaoyi's figure gradually disappeared into the long street.

And above the city tower, Du Ruosheng saw the white figure very early, the stubborn Xiaoyi who left in a hurry without even saying goodbye to her.

"Ruosheng, what's wrong?"

Yan Qinghan, who was beside him, seemed to notice Du Ruosheng's strangeness, and asked with concern.

Du Ruosheng's eyes looked at the place where the white shadow disappeared, smiled lightly, shook his head, and said softly: "It's nothing, I just saw an old man." ”

"The deceased? Where is it? Yan Qinghan followed her gaze, but there was only a continuous flow of people in the past.

"Ruosheng, are you mistaken? I don't see any old people, do you? ”

"Well, maybe I'm wrong, it's not too early, let's go back. Sister Ah and Qi Guang are still waiting for us in the inner hall. ”

Du Ruosheng gathered his clothes and urged softly.

Yan Qinghan nodded slightly, showing tenderness on her face, and then took her hand and left the city tower.

There will always be regrets in this world, but it is precisely because of regrets that people can't forget the beauty of the past, and those painful and sad memories choose to forget forever.

Xiaoyi left, waving and forgetting about the past here, and he was walking towards a new beginning that belonged to him step by step.

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It has been said that when you have the courage to say goodbye to the past, the heavens will give you a chance to meet a new beginning.

In the fifteenth year of the Ten Thousand Dynasty, the world was peaceful and the people were happy.

Everyone is having a happy life.

This is also the second year that Xiaoyi has lived in Qingtai alone.

After leaving the Wan Dynasty, he returned to Qingtai, but he did not return to Qingxiao, but chose a house by himself and lived in seclusion in the mountain stream.

When he is free, Chen Yi will take Yueyan and the child to visit Xiaoyi with his mother Lan Nian, and the family gets together, and the courtyard is often full of laughter.

Chen Yi was always worried that he was lonely, and told him more than once that he would find someone who could accompany him for the rest of his life, but Xiaoyi always just smiled indifferently and didn't go back.

After talking too much, Chen Yi got tired of it, so he stopped forcing it.

In the middle of summer in Qingtai in the same year, Xiaoyi carried a vegetable basket into the city to buy as usual.

The small street is full of people and lively as usual.

By chance, a woman in Tsing Yi ran past Xiaoyi, but she didn't want to be crowded, so she sat on the ground, and the tea leaves in her basket were scattered all over the ground.

Seeing this, Xiaoyi turned around and bent down to help the woman pick it up.

When he picked up the last piece, he put all the tea leaves in his hand into the woman's basket.

"Thank you, Childe."

The woman's voice is gentle and ear-catching, and after a few years, this voice is not unfamiliar.

The two raised their eyes, and the next moment they both looked at each other and smiled.

"Remember...."

"Xiaoyi...."