At this time, the wooden door of the cabin was pushed open from the outside. A young man dressed in black entered. He lowered his head as soon as he stepped through the door. Now all you can see is his upright posture and faintly visible sword eyebrows.

The young man quickly glanced at the tea on the table that had been dissipated but had not yet been touched. Then he retracted his gaze and said to the ink-clothed young man who was sitting next to the desk and seemed to be thinking about something: "Childe. The mountain rocks have been dodged."

The young man in ink was hanging his head slightly. Keep an eye on the lights and candles in the cabin. Here you can only see him with a straight nose, thin lips, bright eyes and bright teeth. It seems that the ancient carvings and paintings are handsome and beautiful. Strands of hair draped over the shoulders like ink, and occasionally a few strands ran to the chest with the range of movement. A tall figure is sitting upright. The back is naturally straight. The hands that expose the cuffs are slender and good-looking. Distinct bones. It is resting motionless on his lap.

The young man in ink never raised his head and said, "That's naturally good. If he doesn't even have the ability to do that. How dare you claim to be the only person in the world who can pass this reckless gorge? Someone from the people who came and went had his head taken."

The youth just nodded. Looking at the tea on the desk, he said, "Childe. I'll go get you another cup of hot tea. This tea is already cold."

The young man in ink raised his hand to stop it. He frowned slightly and said, "Forget it. No need to add hot tea. I've been just drinking tea in this cabin for the past few days. It's not just boring. I actually think that this tea is really tasteless. I don't want to touch this tea anymore. At this time, I realized that this evil gorge was so long. I don't know when I'll be able to go home."

The young man laughed softly. He said to the young man in ink: "This Evil Gorge is not the same as when we left. It's just that at that time, Childe, you naturally didn't think how long the journey was. But that's no longer the case. Childe, you sit in the cabin. Don't worry about the danger of this way home. All my heart is to go home. It's like an arrow. This is a journey that has been traveled several times, and it feels like it is very far away."

The young man in ink also smiled when he heard this. Raising his head, he glanced at the young man standing in front of the cabin door and waved his hand: "You don't even know how to wield knives and guns now. I also learned the ability to guess people's hearts. But it's really a thing or two. It's not that you don't know how to learn. You've been blowing a day's cold wind on the bow of the ship. Now that the rock formation is over, there is no need to stay out. Let's stay in the cabin and rest."

The young man immediately made a compilation. He whispered, "That's good. The cabin may not feel. But once standing on the bow of the ship. The cold wind blew and I felt cold in my bones. Originally, I saw that the old man and his apprentices were wearing thick cotton clothes, and I had doubts in my heart. I just feel that although there is no sun in this canyon, it is cold and cold. But it's not to the point where you can't do without cotton clothes. But only when you taste this taste can you understand the benefits of cotton clothes."

As he spoke, the young man walked into the cabin very naturally. sat on the other side of the desk of the young man in ink. This is natural and skillful, and it is clear that they are more like close friends than master and servant. Just that flip as. I don't know if it's pretending to be for anyone or a joke on weekdays. It's just that this young man is indeed the guard of the young man in ink. It's natural to call a son.

The ink-clothed young man picked up a blue background and white glaze from the tea set and put it in front of him. Said softly: "You should drink some hot tea to warm up. Push the door in and you can feel the cold air on you. It has not been dispersed for a long time. Boatmen, they already make a living from this. Naturally, you know the doorway. It naturally makes sense to wear cotton clothes. It's you. A hundred don't worry, I want to go out and have a look."

The young man immediately filled himself with a cup of hot tea. I drank it clean in three or two sips. He filled it with a cup of hot tea and put it in front of him and said, "It's not that I'm careful. It's too sinister to make this Wicked Gorge. I was outside and saw the river sweep up some wreckage of the ship and move forward. I guess these ships are right behind us. I don't know which of the unfamiliar boatmen who were invited lost their lives. The boatman and the man on the boat are bold."

The young man in ink listened to the sound of the rushing water outside the cabin and said, "Naturally, there is. People who take boats want to save money and take chances. The people who hold the boat want to make money and have a fluke mentality. They may not know what a treacherous state this Gorge of Evil is. That's why I think the rumors are not credible. Insist on crossing this wicked gorge. The result, of course, was that both sides lost their lives in vain."

The young man nodded: "Not only did I lose my life in vain. It's also a half-life for my family. And their money was swept away by the river to an unknown place. But the wreckage did make me nervous. It's just that the boatman doesn't see any expression. Just told me that he had seen too many situations like this. I stood in the bow of the ship and watched them pass the rocky. As soon as the rocky formation passed, I got in. It's not a good job."

The ink-clothed youth watched as the young man picked up the blue-glazed cup on a white background in front of him and filled it with a cup of hot tea. Reached out and picked up the teacup and sipped it gently. I only feel that this hot tea has no tea aroma in my mouth. Some of them are just a slightly lingering bitter taste between the tea leaves and the water. Just one bite is not in the mouth. Gently place the tea on the table. Somehow, I miss the flower wine full of osmanthus fragrance. That doesn't taste so monotonous here.

It's a pity that I only got a small pot of such good wine. I took it with me when I left home. It's just that the bustling Kyoto is so extravagant and chaotic. Let yourself miss the place you came from all the time. I often drink a few sips of the osmanthus wine alone. He had drunk it before the day he returned. Wait until you get back. Ask her again for a few more altars. What kind of expression will she have? Must have been slightly stunned and looked at himself with some surprise. Then I answered softly with a smile on my face.

The young man poked his head over and looked at the ink-clothed young man beside him with a sly smile. His tone was full of ridicule and asked, "Childe. You're thinking about her again, right? It's this expression every time you think of her. I knew it as soon as I saw it. Saying. Let's go straight down by boat. Soon it will be the place where she is. And no wonder. You're smiling and thinking about her."

The young man in ink slightly hooked the corners of his lips. He smiled and asked, "Hey. How do you know I'm thinking about her? Every time I think about her, she looks like this. I'd like to know what kind of look I'm going to have. You can see it at a glance. That's not a good omen. As. Just talk about it. I'm going to see if what you said is happening to me."

The young man reached out and stroked his chin. Gently holding his face, he said, "You are rarely so distracted. It's just staring at a certain place. A certain landscape. Usually at this time you are thinking about something. And if these things are none of her business. There must be a cold color in your eyes. But if you're thinking about her. Then your eyes must be warm. With a smile."

The young man in ink reached out and rubbed his resolute chin. A skeptical expression looked over: "Really. I've never paid attention to that. You can still see whether my eyes are cold or warm. Your reasons don't hold water. Let's be honest. It's your guess."

The young man smiled and shook his head: "Yes. Because it's going home soon. We'll see her soon. I still remember the day she left, she cried in the dark. I don't know if I'll see you back now. Do you want to cry or laugh?"

The young man in ink also remembered that day. She couldn't stop crying. The mud by the river stained her blue dress. She still remembers it so clearly. I don't know if I'm going back now. Will she still cry as she did that day? Now thousands of miles away. In the boat though at a rapid pace. But compared to the thoughts in the heart. Still too slow and too slow.

That's what the two men have just said. I just felt the ship shake a little under me. Then I heard only the shouts of the boatmen. The voices of several young and strong men were blown apart outside the cabin by the sound of the water and the wind. When it reached the cabin, all that was left was a murmuring of whining.

The young man immediately got up. He glanced at the young man in ink. They all saw a hint of solemnity in each other's eyes. The two of them immediately lifted the curtain and walked to the bow of the boat. I saw that the sky was getting darker. You can see the daytime sky from the canyon in the distance. The sky is still blue.

It's just that now the blue sky is gone. I saw that the sky was overcast. The low pressure is gradually approaching the middle of the canyon. At this time, not only is the road invisible in the canyon. Even the sky is dim and unclear.

The bow of the ship was already full of people. A leading guard stepped forward and made a gesture to the young man in ink. Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the young man in ink reaching out his hand. The ink-clothed young man's eyes were also dyed with a touch of worry, and he said to the boatman: "This day. . . It's really bad. We couldn't get out of the canyon for a while. If it rains heavily. I'm afraid I'll be stuck in this canyon. It's just that the water is so fast. It's going to be dangerous."

The boatman also looked up at the gloomy sky. His face was also dyed a little dignified. Reaching out to wipe the water stains on his sleeve, he said, "I didn't expect such a sudden rainstorm. I always thought I could get out of it. If it's raining. This kind of canyon is even more dangerous. The flow of water will increase the growth rate. It's even more difficult for the ship to discern its bearing."

The boatman looked at the place where he seemed to be able to see the exit and said, "For the sake of today. It was me and my apprentices who sailed the boat. Hopefully we can get out of the canyon before the rainstorm comes."