Gong lost Lingling, the surname Gong lost made Wang Yan suddenly think of the public loss class of the organs in the Spring and Autumn Period, this Gong lost Lingling may be the descendant of the public loser, and it is not uncommon to be able to win the craftsman, and it seems that she is still a person from the White Palace.

The competition was simpler than I imagined, after all, it was not easy to compete for one hundred and eight winners in thirty days.

There will be a competition later, related to the martial arts, the strength and degree of the competition, to put it bluntly, it is weightlifting and running, just looking at the events prepared for the martial artists are a bit like the Olympic Games in later generations, high jump, long jump, rock climbing, marathon, archery

It's a pity that these competitions can't affect their own people, and when it's time to finish eating, Wang Yan went to the stove room to fry two dishes, and went to the moonlight in the lotus pond.

There were no two people in the Huxin Pavilion, but there was a glass wine jug where he sat last night, and Wang Yan recognized that it was the wine bottle that Bai Gongsha gave him last night.

stepped forward to pull the cap of the bottle, and the aroma of wine wafted out, just like last night, Wang Yan felt that this was most likely prepared by her, and she must have expected that she would come again tonight.

Wang Yan took out the dishes from the food box and put them on the chair, leaned on the railing, took a sip of wine, tasted a mouthful of food, and suddenly felt that life was extremely happy.

It was getting dark, the moon appeared on the horizon, and guests came to the pavilion.

"Miss, he's really here."

Wang Yan looked for prestige, and when he came, He Yushan came, and it was Ting'er who spoke.

He Yushan walked opposite Wang Yan, sat down very unceremoniously, took out a pair of chopsticks from the food box on the side, and took a bite unceremoniously.

"Too much salt."

"Try this dish of fried sea cucumber with green onions, I didn't put much salt, I didn't expect there to be such a high-end product as sea cucumber in the stove room."

He Yushan sandwiched a piece of sea cucumber and chewed it in her mouth, but it still tasted the same, and it didn't change at all.

Ting'er on the side was a little curious, her own lady slapped him the day before yesterday, but he could still be kind to his own miss, and he always felt that there was something between his own miss and him that he didn't know.

"Does your face still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, I'm thick-skinned." Wang Yan smiled, took a bite of beef tenderloin, and stir-fried beef tenderloin was his specialty dish.

"Why is there no rice?"

"I didn't think about eating."

"The sea cucumber with green onions is not open, and the rice is not fragrant." He Yushan said, took another piece of sea cucumber, and tossed the green onions to the edge of the plate.

"You also came yesterday with vegetables?"

"Well, yesterday I made Bazhen tofu, and I took two cucumbers with Kung Pao Chicken"

Without waiting for Wang Yan to finish speaking, He Yushan interjected in a faint voice.

"You ate it yourself?"

"No, I met an acquaintance yesterday, and I cheapened her."

"Acquaintances? Male or female? ”

He Yushan raised her head, bit the head of her chopsticks, and looked at Wang Yan with fierce eyes, looking like a jealous little wife.

Looking at the beam, maybe she is the only one who dares to make this kind of expression in front of other men, and if she is another woman, her reputation will be over, and she will be alone for a lifetime.

Wang Yan laughed twice, and for no reason he felt weak for a while, and scratched his face.

"It's a woman."

"I knew it." He Yushan chewed the sea cucumber in her mouth and swallowed it into her stomach, and snorted.

"Did you come to bring a concubine this time?"

"I haven't married a wife yet, and according to the etiquette, concubines can't go out with them."

"You care about those rituals?"

"I don't care, but they do."

He Yushan knew who they were referring to in Wang Yan's words, and said in a quiet voice.

"Are they beautiful? Is it in good shape? These are the words she had wanted to ask for a long time.

"What are you doing with a girl's family? You don't have any thoughts about my concubine, do you? Wang Yan glanced at her playfully.

"Answer my questions honestly!" He Yushan showed a trace of seriousness on her face.

"It's all beautiful." Wang Yan replied truthfully.

"Compare with me?" He Yushan gritted her teeth and said.

Wang Yan glanced at He Yushan, not to mention, she is very beautiful, although she is not as beautiful as Xue Ying and Hao Yue, but she is much more beautiful than ordinary people, and she can be regarded as a school flower in later generations.

"Not as pretty as you." Wang Yan said very unwillingly in order to be able to chat happily.

He Yushan's stiff expression slowly thawed, revealing a satisfied smile, and took a mouthful of beef tenderloin and put it in her mouth to savor it.

"I've told you all his stories, you tell me her stories." Wang Yan took a sip of wine and said.

"There's not much to tell about her story." He Yushan's voice became cold again.

Since she didn't want to say it, Wang Yan didn't force it, she took a sip of wine, and this kind of superb wine tasted good.

"She's an orphan." He Yushan still spoke, her voice a little low.

turned out to be the same as himself, and there was a feeling of sympathy in his heart.

"She's a brutal personality."

"People with character are usually very attractive." Wang Yan praised it appropriately.

"She's been in love for a long time."

"I can understand that he also had that kind of feeling very early."

"Her boyfriend ran away."

"Did you meet a scumbag?" Wang Yan sympathized.

"That's right, it's a scumbag, and then she found him, I killed him, and then she killed herself."

Inexplicably, a chill rose, and the girl in front of her was too terrifying.

"What's wrong? Disgusted with me? He Yushan glanced up at Wang Yan and snorted coldly.

"No, it's just a little confusing, why did you kill him, he was looking for another woman outside?"

"Someone lied to her, she killed him, and when he died, she didn't know that she had been fooled, so she committed suicide." He Yushan twisted her head to the outside as she spoke, and the corners of her eyes flashed with crystals.

Her story is very sad, she loves him, Wang Yan can feel it, she was used by others and killed the person she loved, that feeling is heart-wrenching just thinking about it, it turns out that she died of martyrdom, and the ending is quite sad.

"Forget about the past and start a new life."

"Can you forget the events of your last life?" He Yushan smiled and said softly. "Last time his story wasn't finished, I wanted to know how he died."

Wang Yan showed a wry smile, and he really didn't want to mention the memory that let him escape.

"He was killed by the enemy."

"Isn't he the overlord of the world's underground boxing tournament, who can enter him and kill him?" He Yushan stared at Wang Yan's eyes and said word by word, with a trace of grievance in her voice.

Wang Yan was still smiling bitterly, how could he answer, was it the woman who killed him who was silently guarding by his side?

"Enemy."

After Wang Yan finished speaking, he took another sip of wine.

He Yushan didn't continue to ask, and ate all the dishes brought by Wang Yan, and Ting'er stepped forward to collect the plate.

The two of them sat on a chair, both staring at the moon.

The moonlight illuminated the expressions of the two clearly, aggrieved and bitter.

On the third watch, He Yushan left, Wang Yan was alone in the pavilion reminiscing about the past, some things are no longer terrible to say, he has never had a person to confide in, and now he has poured out everything in his heart, it is time to choose the dust.

Xia Yuxin, I don't know how you hooked up with Zhou Hai, but I don't hate you, and I don't blame you, it's understandable for you to help him kill me, because he is your man, but I know what kind of character he is, so I killed him, killed the man you loved, maybe you already hated me to death.

Wang Yan drank the last sip of wine in the glass bottle, put the bottle on the chair, and left

There are four large courtyards for people to live in the first village in the world, He Yushan is in the south courtyard, Wang Yan is in the north courtyard, and the two courtyards are more than ten miles apart.

The moonlight in the lotus pond in the south courtyard is not far away, He Yushan walked half a pillar of incense and returned to the courtyard, her residence was occupied by Beigong Boyu, it was the same cottage as Wang Yan, she and Ting'er lived in a room, and when they entered the house, tears poured out of their eyes.

Seeing the young lady crying, Ting'er hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her, but was hugged by He Yushan.

He Yushan lost her voice and became painful, and her cry was full of sadness.

Miss cried so sadly for the first time, what happened? Ting'er was a little confused.

He Yushan's head is full of fragments of memories at the moment, when he had leukemia and the orphanage planned to stop treatment, he was the one who took care of his own medical expenses, and he waited in the hospital for three years before waiting for the matching bone marrow, and he was always by his side for three years.

But after he had surgery and recovered, he disappeared, leaving only a bank card, a real estate certificate, and a high school admission letter, and he disappeared, and overnight, completely disappeared from his life.

I thought of thousands of reasons, why did he leave him, but there was no reason to figure it out, I knew that he liked himself, liked himself very much, he liked him very much, he liked him very much, shouldn't things be happy between the two and then finally become married? Why did he leave him?

I have been looking for him, never stopping, until I received a letter with his whereabouts and a photo, all the identification information mentioned in the letter can be matched, it is him! It had to be him!

The letter said that he was in the hands of the writer of the letter, that he was seriously injured and needed surgery to survive, but that his mission had failed, so if he wanted to live, he had to complete a mission for him and kill someone.

Without thinking about it, he agreed, and got in touch with the man according to the communication method in the letter, discussed the process, and then everything went according to the process, until he inserted the thorn into his abdomen, and he looked back at his eyes full of surprise, he could have killed himself, but he didn't do it, he killed the person who instructed him, but he didn't kill himself.

Why didn't he kill himself? He looked at himself with a look of surprise and a hint of sadness, where did that surprise come from? What's going on with that sadness?

Walking up to his corpse with a question, he turned over his face, his features vaguely familiar, and he rummaged through his clothes to his wallet, and found a photo of himself as a child.

I cried and ripped off his shirt and found the birthmark, it turned out to be him, I had been looking for him for so long, and finally saw him