The chill fades away, the body and mind gradually warm, and the hands and feet recover.

Halfway through, Qishan suddenly stopped in front of him, with tears in his eyes, and turned to look back at Qinghe, almost unable to help himself. His lips trembled, and he said for a while: "May I ask the girl, the honorable name?" Do you know where the Nandi people are? ”

Qinghe wanted to run away in a low-key manner, but unexpectedly attracted the attention of the hero, and was named and broke the news, and was immediately dumbfounded and at a loss: "Nandi? "Your cuties, you come to ask me, but who do I ask?

Why did I come miserably in this life, live at a loss, and still become her spokesperson?

In the confusion, a warm memory suddenly inspired from the bottom of my heart; At a loss, a warm voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "Ah Di! ”

So familiar, so mysterious.

Who, exactly, is calling affectionately? Who is loved in the heart?

Father, lover, brother? Mother, sister-in-law, sister-in-law?

She was still confused, Qishan's face had already changed greatly, and she looked up to the sky and sighed: "After many years, the world has changed. The past is illusory. I have come to this, so why should I be troubled in vain? After speaking, he walked with his feet up, and disappeared in an instant.

"Engong" was in a hurry, and it was too late to chase him, so he could only say goodbye to his back with tears: "Farewell today, there will be a period later." After finishing speaking, he pulled the green lotus who didn't know why and flew away.

The two of them rushed to the riverside in one breath, and after making sure that no one was chasing, they found a huge rock and hid behind it for a little respite.

Qinghe has followed Ah Long since he was a child, optimistic and cheerful by nature, although he has suffered from wind and frost, but because he escaped death, he is very happy.

After a period of respite, Fang Jue felt that the atmosphere was not right.

The "Engong" on his side, looking at the surging river, looked desolate, and the "Qishan-style" sentimentality of the right talent was the same. This made Qinghe even more convinced: the two must be brothers.

Looking up into the distance, the waves crash on the shore, one after another, highlighting a dead silence.

She has never been so embarrassed since she was a child, and after thinking about it, she can only pretend to be deaf and dumb: "Engong is bitter and hateful, but he can't hate, can't be dismissed, and can't be relieved, only the bottom of his heart is gloomy." ”

Thinking of the thrill of the right talent, he still felt infinitely wronged: "Engong doesn't care about the indiscriminate, and thinks that my father is cold, so he regards it as an enemy and almost wants to kill me!" ”

Then I thought again: "Engong is indifferent by nature, not to mention that at the critical moment, to save me from danger, I don't want to repay my kindness, how can I complain?" ”

even knew it: "Engong is Engong, which is very different from Brother Tai, and I can't blame him completely." ”

I was afraid that "Engong" would seek revenge again, and it would inevitably be in danger, so after some contemplation, I dared to say it clearly: "Han Kai is cunning and cunning, and the ability of Qishan is still missing, and Engong can't force it." In my opinion, it is better to sharpen the sword for ten years and wait for the time. The cold is difficult to fill, and it is difficult to return, and there will be a day of revenge. ”

"Engong" looked at the river in a daze, and suddenly said, "Why do you need to talk more? Rather, I will ask, why did you not listen to what I told you? ”

Qinghe was extremely surprised: "What did Engong tell me to say?" Suddenly remembered his four proverbs, and suddenly realized: "The man of the boss of Engong, how stingy?" That's why you're so cold to me? Don't look at me all the time? ”

In the end, he broke his promise, and he was ashamed, ignoring the cold, and hurriedly took off his cloak and threw it on the riverbank; Take out the ointment and wipe it on your face; Touching the jade wrench, it is still in his arms; Fang wanted to laugh, but he instantly held back, and said weakly: "What Engong said, I will take it to heart, and I must put it into action!" ”

"Engong" watched the Yangtze River rolling eastward, and his face was full of anger: "I have no good intentions!" Why should you care? ”

She was cowardly for a long time, and her heart was terrified: "Ah Long said that people's hearts are unpredictable and often go against the sky. So far, the more kind I am, the more he holds a grudge. Growing up, I was like a retarded person in the world, and I don't know how to act today. ”

After pondering for a while, he was still relieved, and said timidly: "I have no blood relationship with Han Kai, so don't be suspicious." ”

"Engong" sneered: "You take out the jade wrench, take a good look!" Look for a bronze mirror again, take a good look! Investigate and understand, and then speak! ”

The cold rain gradually stopped, cloudy and sunny, the moonlight was faint, and the night breeze was blowing. The night view of the riverbank is beautiful, and the angry face of the "Engong" is not compatible.

Suddenly, "Engong" whispered: "I shouldn't have this kind of thought!" If I had been more ruthless and less tender, I would have been done today! ”

She was puzzled when she heard this: "It is up to people to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen." Success or failure, what does it have to do with love? ”

"Engong" looked at the Yangtze River, suddenly made up his mind, and looked alienated: "If you are really obedient, go home immediately!" I only hope that the end of the world will be safe! Save me a little worry! Give me back a bit of open-mindedness! ”

After speaking, with a resolute face, he walked away and disappeared.

She was stunned on the spot, it was too late to chase after her, she was shocked, and thought repeatedly: "How can I be tired of him and worry?" How do I win him open-mindedness? Why is he so bad-tempered? I have bowed my head, I have been obedient and virtuous, how can I be disobedient? ”

Thinking hard for half the night, puzzled.

The only acquaintance in this life is gone away like this, although he is full of reluctance, although he is full of doubts, but he is helpless.

The sky is bright, the morning sun is rising, the mist is faint, and the vastness of the river is shrouded. The light smoke is misty, and the still water is heavy, embracing the danger of a city.

Suddenly remembered Engong's parting words, took out the Nanyu wrench, faced the morning light, turned it over and looked at it carefully.

Sure enough, there were four words engraved on the inside: "Blood Maple Cold Open." ”

When she landed, she thundered like five thunders, hit her back with a heavy hammer, and lost her thoughts for a long time. It took a long time to come back to his senses, and he stood up, still in shock: "What is the origin of Nanyu Wrench?" Turning around, why did it come to me? ”

Hungry and cold, thinking of Aaron. Full of grievances, full of anxiety, full of melancholy, like crazy. Exhausted, all the way to the south, low-key and urgent.

In the streets and alleys, there are many shops, sparkling cars, and the flow of people is like weaving, and it is very prosperous. A little poetic, a little hazy; A little clear, a little vicissitudes.

The prosperity outside her body contrasts with the loneliness in her heart. I saw a porridge shop from afar, the building was magnificent, facing the city with its back. There is a plaque in the middle of the door, the gold pen is inscribed "Puxia Porridge Fang", the iron draws the silver hook, and the Qing is reprimanded.

Looking at this scene from afar, when I thought of the mirage, I couldn't help but be stunned: "It's just a porridge shop, and it can be repaired with such courage?" Still included in the sea market scenery? Looking up at the clouds, it seemed that Aaron had a smiling face.

In this trance, but I didn't know that the white shadow flickered, and a young man flew into the store, although it was as fast as the wind, but it was silent and did not ripple.

The second child of the restaurant sang happily, served porridge and cloth dishes to the guests, raised his eyes suddenly, and there was one more person in the dark corner: a pair of bright eyes, bloodshot; A handsome face, dusty. Dressed in a brocade robe, waist-length down, covered in mud. It must be in the wind and rain, non-stop, day and night.

Although Xiao Er was a little surprised, he was also well-informed and enthusiastic, and asked as soon as he opened his mouth: "Guest officer, how do you eat?" ”

The young man in white lowered his voice and responded in half-baked Wu language: "Half a catty of beef, two steamed buns, and a bowl of rice porridge." ”

While speaking, I suddenly felt the morning breeze and the lotus fragrance bursting.

The guests were full of friends, all of them were surprised, and they all looked sideways, and wondered in their hearts: "Where did the lotus fragrance come from?" ”

When I turned my head to look, I saw a little girl standing at the door of the porridge shop, her clothes were thin, and she was even thinner, like a withered lotus, cowering in the cold wind. She raised her head and looked at the plaque of "Puxia Porridge Fang", her eyes full of surprise. After some hesitation, I walked into the store.

Her clothes are indescribably ragged and inexhaustibly shabby:

a black men's short brown, old and worn, patches large and small, dotted; The clothes are not covered, and the loopholes are full of loopholes; The cold wind is raging, and the cold air is invading.

The dress is fat, it is inevitable to drag, although it is ingenious, cut off the hem, it is even more difficult to distinguish the figure, can not distinguish the posture, only set off the loneliness and suffering, only reveal the desolation and helplessness, only show the end of the road.

Look at her shoes again, wide enough to fit two feet, with a large hole in the front and a crack in the back, exposing her pale and petite toes. She seemed to have an injury to her right foot, and she didn't dare to exert herself, and with every step she took, she endured the pain of piercing her heart.

The young man in white couldn't bear to look at it more, but he was extremely tempted, infinitely obsessed, infinitely fanatical, and couldn't help but raise his eyes again.

It doesn't matter if she looks at it, one of her faces, I don't know what she is wearing, convex and concave, mottled, full of devastation, and miserable.

What has Heaven done? Such a condemnation? So tormented?

Unexpectedly, the more I watched, the more puzzled I became:

What kind of magic did she use to confuse his eyes and confuse his heart? What kind of charm did she exert, seducing his soul and capturing his soul? What kind of magic did she cast that he couldn't hold and put down? What evil ways did she perform that he couldn't throw away and couldn't get rid of?