Qinjia Village, Qin forgets home.

"Sizzle。。。。。。" Qin Ji's conditioned reflex retracted his hand, and the bright red blood droplets on the snow-white but slightly rough fingers slowly became round and full, and finally dripped down.

Qin Ji watched the blood drip out of her mind in a daze, and she suddenly felt a special pain. The pain came very abruptly, it was a pain from the heart, it hurt to the bones, it hurt to the depths of the soul. It's like a steel needle in her hand, piercing her heart little by little.

Qin Ji's body shook, as if he realized something, and tears rolled down his beautiful eyes. Her eyes were filled with bottomless despair and sorrow. At that moment, her pupils were even the color of dead ash.

She trembled slightly to her feet, staggering around the room dazedly and staggeringly, like a disoriented night walker. With her stumbling steps, thin body, and wooden expression, she is simply a walking corpse, which makes people worry that she will fall with her.

But she is a strong woman after all, a woman who is so strong that she is slightly unkind, she did not fall after all, but the tears that kept sliding also showed that she was a living person with emotions.

Mother and son were connected, and just when Qin Forget was struggling on the edge of life and death, Qin Ji's clan, who was dozens of miles away, seemed to realize that something had happened to him. The unknown experience made her not cry out like other women, but it did not prevent her from being distressed to the point that she had nothing to love. At this moment, she suddenly remembered her own life, and her heart was filled with all kinds of other emotions besides sadness.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she suddenly regained her vitality. She ran straight to the closet in her room. She tore open the dilapidated cabinet door with all her might, and in a frenzy, she tore out her neat clothes and bedding and threw them behind her. She was so anxious that her heavy snort, flying clothes, and rolling tears made her look like a child being chased by the devil, banging on the door hoarsely.

She tore at what was definitely the finest garment in the village, without pity, and the closer she got to the bottom, the brighter her eyes became, and the brightness on her face grew richer, and at last her face took on a sickly red.

At the bottom of the box, she finally found something wrapped in red silk, which was smooth as silk and reflected a bright snow. If there are people who know the goods here, they will definitely be surprised, in this impoverished mountain village, in this dilapidated wardrobe, there will be Shu brocade that has always been a tribute to the Dayan royal family.

Shu brocade refers to the silk jacquard brocade produced in Shu. Mostly woven with dyed cooked silk thread, mostly with warp color color, color stripe flower, warp and weft flower, first color strip and then brocade group, square, strip and other skeleton flowers, symmetrical pattern, square continuous, bright color, strong contrast. With Jinling's Yunjin, Suzhou's Song Jin, Guangxi's Zhuangjin, and known as the world's four famous brocades.

And she didn't stop at all, didn't care about the precious Shu brocade, and tore it very roughly. Eventually, in the palm of her hand was a small purple-red sandalwood box four fingers square.

As soon as the box was revealed, Qin Ji's fanatical expression suddenly became relaxed, and even revealed a subtle and faint shyness. The crazy movements also became extremely gentle, like holding your own child. She solemnly and carefully opened the box, and before she could see the contents of the box, a green light floated out. The green, like a cup of green tea, is pleasing to the eye and refreshing; Like a blue spring, warm and quiet and cool; Like a breeze, it is everywhere and without a trace.

Qin Ji closed his eyes and enjoyed the green for a while, and his expression finally became comfortable and serene. For the first time in fourteen years, I took out this thing, but I didn't expect that Shaohua was old and suffering like a sea. It's still so inseparable in her life. She thought she had let go, it turned out that she was just deceiving herself, although time is like the wind, how can such a hard past be scattered with the wind?

It was a piece of beautiful jade, turquoise, without a trace of impurities, the whole piece of jade was carved into the shape of a yin and yang fish in Taiji, but the curvature of the tail was slightly slower, more like half of the peach heart. It is crystal clear as if it is made of water, as if as long as you hold it in the palm of your hand for a short time, it will turn into green smoke and curl without a trace. The jade is written with a small ancient seal script with the word "Yu", which can't help but remind people that this piece of jade may have another half, presumably it is a token of love.

"Yuro, now I don't have anything." Qin Ji gently stroked Meiyu, and her quiet and shy eyes were filled with pain again, "Now that I have been a wife and a mother for sixteen years, I shouldn't have been like this." But the broken mountain is gone, and now the forgotten child is gone, and I will go to them in a few days. In this life, I have really not been good about Broken Mountain, and I have always been cold and indifferent. It's not that I don't want to, I also want to forget the past and live an ordinary life with him, but I can't do it, I really can't do it. Maybe, I don't dare to do it, he's a hero, I'm afraid that one day I'll forget you because of him. ”

seemed to see Qin Duanshan's honest face, thinking of Qin Duanshan's usual thoughtfulness to her and his caution in front of her, her eyes were full of guilt and apology at this moment, and there was a little tenderness and affection.

Maybe Qin Duanshan has never seen his mother-in-law in his life now, what he sees is always a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, beautiful is beautiful, but it is so cold and rejects people thousands of miles away.

"Forget'er is gone, in fact, I guessed this when he insisted on hunting." Mother and son are deeply in love, muttering to themselves, Qin Ji finally whimpered, crying and whimpering, like a cuckoo crying blood, apes wailing, tears like vigorous branches, like canal water flowing into the field, like raindrops hitting a porcelain plate.

"But I really can't refuse, this kid is as stubborn as Broken Mountain, even if I control it for a while, I can't control him for a lifetime." The whimpering cry made her almost breathless, "I understand, he is unwilling, he wants to go to that damn Taihang Mountain to find his father." He had admired his father since he was a child, and he didn't believe that his father, who was so strong, would disappear so inexplicably. I have taught him since I was a child that filial piety comes first, as a son of man, he must see his father, see people in life, and see corpses in death, how can I stop him? ”

After crying bitterly for a while, Qin Ji's strong emotions finally turned into calm, although there were still tears on her face, but the calm tone made her confession sound like she was telling someone else's story.

"Yulang, I regret it, I regret that I am not good enough for Wang'er, in fact, in my heart I have always regarded him as a town, and now Zhen'er must be living a worry-free life, and he will be a dragon and phoenix among people in the future, but I just want to forget that Er'er lives peacefully. Over the years, I only taught him to read, and I never wanted him to learn from his father. I know that if Forget Er is too capable, the two brothers will inevitably see each other one day in the future. But sometimes I'm not reconciled, you know I'm a high-minded and arrogant character, and I just think that my son will be an ordinary man in the future, and my heart is not good. I'm really conflicted in my heart, these old people are angry with him because I'm in a bad mood. I know I'm sorry for him, but I just can't control myself, I get angry when I see him eat and wear in an ordinary way, I get angry when I see him get along with the people in the village very happily, and I get even more angry when I see him hunting with Broken Mountain. It's been so many years, and it's really hard for this kid. Speaking of this, Qin Ji's face was full of guilt.

"Yuro, how are you doing over there? I know their father is really sorry for you, but don't blame me, I want to go with you, but I can't bear to be such a small person at that time. When that happened, Zhen'er was only two years old, and Wang'er was not born yet, so I really couldn't bear to leave them. If you want to blame, you blame me and I'm sorry for you. The four of us grew up together, and all three of you are interested in me, and I know that I like you in my heart. But the pressure of the family made me have to regress, and my father was forced to die, and I had to betray you. Those heartless words were not from my intention, and I didn't deliberately betray you to let your family fall into that fate, don't blame me, okay? I tried to ease the relationship between you, but I really didn't expect it to end up like this, he, he。。。。。。 He didn't want to kill you, after all, you are also brothers, and he is also under pressure from the family。。。。。。 Qin Ji's tone was full of weakness, he knew his husband's character too well, and he had always done whatever it took to achieve his goals, let alone take care of the old feelings. Those who can still do it to their own brothers, let alone others.

"When he plunged a knife into your chest, my heart died, and I never dared to live with that madman again. Even if he has monstrous power, even if he can give all women in the world the respect they want. So I fled, fled to this impoverished little mountain village, and so many years passed peacefully, but no one thought that I would end up like this. This may be a punishment from heaven. Yu Hao, if I see you over there, let's forget about it, okay? Qin Ji muttered calmly like this, his tone was not in a hurry, not sad, not bitter, not anxious, like a slowly flowing river. I don't know how long I talked about it, how long the river flowed, until it slowly darkened.

As the night fell, the darkness pressed towards the snowflakes on the earth, as if they wanted to devour the snowflakes with its darkness. The snowflake was not willing to be oppressed, and still reflected the dazzling light recklessly and stubbornly, like a sharp sword piercing the darkness. Heaven and earth, in this interweaving of darkness and snow-whiteness, were hazy and dim.

In this haze and darkness, a burst of fire rose from Qin Wang's house to the sky.

The fire was blazing hot and furious, engulfing Qin Wang's home and the Qin Ji clan in an instant.