Early the next morning, I went to a market, bought a little black donkey, and rode slowly. This little black donkey looks the same as the black donkey he and Zhu Kexin bought when they fled as children, and when they thought of Zhu Kexin, they must be happy and like it in their hearts. He also knew that he was just wishful thinking, Zhu Kexin was unlikely to return to Huangshan in the next few months, and he didn't have to go too fast on the road, just pass the time slowly.

Walking so slowly, I walked for more than a month before arriving at the foot of the Yellow Mountain. He covered most of his face with a small hat, bought a bag of rice, weighed a few catties of salt and a bag of vegetables, put it on the back of the little black donkey, and went to the mountain. He planned to live in Huangshan for half a year, and then go to Shaolin to meet the Taishan Conference.

Soon, when I came to the valley, I saw that the scenery was still the same, the dust flew a lot, no one came, and Zhu Kexin did not come back. He let the little black donkey go to find grass, cleaned up the utensils at home, cooked, ate half of it, and lay on the big rock at the door of his house, looking at the white clouds in the sky.

It was late afternoon, and the valley was quiet, with the occasional birdsong or two. He kept thinking about the joyful scene of herding cattle with Zhu Kexin when he was a child, being chased and killed by the Shura Sect, and fleeing all the way to the tragic situation of Huangshan, and his heart was happy and sad. After thinking about it for a while, Ouyang Yuxin's shadow appeared in his mind again, and there was a burst of sweetness and apology in his heart, knowing that it was impossible to get together with her in his life, and there was an uncrossable heavenly river in the middle. Suddenly said in her heart, next year's Taishan Conference, will she go, if she duels with Ouyang Zhenxiong, who will she help, and who she hopes to win. What would she have done if she had died at the hands of his father, or if she had defeated her father or even killed her? The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, shook his head, and said secretly: "With my little martial arts knowledge, do you still want to defeat Ouyang Zhenxiong? Maybe when the time comes, the Xuanji Daoist will defeat her." I still need to look for Kexin, as long as I can find Kexin, Kexin is alive and well, I have nothing else to ask for, I don't care if he Ouyang Zhenxiong wins or loses?"

In his sleep, he saw Zhu Kexin returning to the valley, vaguely still like a child, wearing two pigtails, standing at the mouth of the valley and shouting: "Xuanmeng, Xuanmeng, I'm back, come and pick me up." ”

He was ecstatic, grabbed her in a few steps, hugged her, and shouted: "Kexin, where have you been all these years, why don't you come back to see me, I want to kill you." ”

Zhu Kexin put his face in his arms and sobbed: "I got lost in the mountains, I couldn't find here, and you didn't pick me up, but now I finally found it." ”

He hugged her tightly and comforted: "Kexin, don't cry, I will never leave you in the future, and we will never be separated again." As he was talking, two sneers suddenly came, and one of them rushed over with a sword, shouting in his mouth: "You, a wolf-hearted and short-lived lover, are actually holding other women?"

He raised his eyes and saw that this woman vaguely seemed to be Ouyang Yuxin, and couldn't help shouting: "Yuxin, don't hurt her." "Hug Zhu Kexin to dodge.

Unexpectedly, the girl had stabbed Zhu Kexin in the back with a sword, and Zhu Kexin screamed and slowly fell. He hurriedly said, "Kexin, Kexin, what's wrong with you?"

I saw Zhu Kexin's face pale, and he said softly: "Xuanmeng, hold me tight, my heart hurts." He slowly closed his eyes. This time, he was so frightened that he screamed: "Kexin, Kexin." I woke up in a cold sweat and my heart was pounding.

Before he woke up, he felt that he had a pair of hands covered with his eyes, and someone whispered softly in his ear: "Xuanmeng, guess who I am?" Xuanmeng, guess who I am?" His head "buzzed", only to feel that the sky was spinning, as if everything did not exist.

"Xuanmeng, guess who I am?" Whose voice is this, where have you heard it? When have you heard it? fluttering and leisurely, as if everything has returned to the past, he is still herding cattle on the mountain in his hometown, lying on the stone table and pretending to sleep, a little girl with two pigtails, Zhu Kexin, quietly came to his side, gently closed his eyes with both hands, and whispered in his ear: "Xuanmeng, guess who I am?"

"Xuanmeng, guess who I am?" Could it be that this is a dream, repeating this dream that has not changed for countless times? How many times, I have returned to my childhood in the dream, lying on the stone table, a little girl quietly blindfolded herself, and whispered in her ear: "Xuanmeng, guess who I am?" He burst out laughing.

"Xuanmeng, guess who I am?" the soft whisper sounded in his ears again. "Kexin", Zhang Xuanmeng shouted in his heart, "Kexin, it's Kexin, it must be Kexin." But he was like a nightmare, his heart stopped, his blood did not flow, and his whole body could not move. In my heart, I just shouted, "Kexin, it's Kexin." Tears slowly trickled down the corners of his eyes, soaking the man's fingers. But he couldn't move, he didn't dare to move, for fear that this was another dream, as before, as soon as he moved, the dream woke up, and Kexin was gone.

"Xuanmeng, why are you crying. Guess who I am. The voice rang in my ears again. Suddenly, a tear dripped into the mouth, salty. Isn't this a dream, it's true, Kexin is back again? Zhang Xuanmeng bit his lip with his teeth, and his lips hurt a little. But he still didn't dare to move, for fear that it would still be a dream, and as soon as he moved, the dream would be broken. Dreams are the easiest to wake up, especially good dreams, "good dreams are the easiest to wake up", how many times, such good dreams disappear in a move.

His lips were cold, another tear dripped into his mouth, and the voice in his ear said softly: "Xuanmeng, guess who I am, Xuanmeng, guess who I am?" Zhang Xuanmeng mustered up his courage, slowly grabbed the hands with his hands, soft and slender, and choked in his mouth: "Kexin, is it really you?

"Xuanmeng, it's really me, I'm back. The voice was sobbing too.

Zhang Xuanmeng held those hands, like holding dew, gently took them away, and slowly opened his eyes. I saw a delicate face appear in front of me, with cloud temples lightly, red lips wipe, and looking down at him stupidly. The big eyes were full of tears, and the long eyelashes were wet with tears and stained together. It's Zhu Kexin, it's really Zhu Kexin, it's Zhu Kexin who he can't find for many years, it's Zhu Kexin who he thinks about day and night, and forgets all the time. Although it has changed, it is her, and it must be her.

Zhang Xuanmeng turned over and sat up, clasped her hands, and said timidly, "Kexin, is it really you, I'm not dreaming?"

The girl nodded, tears streaming down her face, and she threw herself into his arms and said, "Xuanmeng, it's me, it's really me, I'm Kexin, it's not a dream." Zhang Xuanmeng opened his hand and took her in his arms, as if he was a child, his face was close to her face, and tears welled up, dripping on her face, mixed with her tears.