With Luan Lingding, Baili Zhiheng's thoughts were very chaotic, and he got into the carriage and rushed back to Baili's house. Jiang Lanhe's shouts came in outside, and he didn't pay attention to it, urging the coachman to hurry up.

No one wants to see it, but it's going crazy in a panic. The autumn breeze is rising, and the coolness is deep into the bones, blowing people a spirit.

The tea on the small table was already cold, and there was nothing to give him a hint of warmth, so he just wanted to hide first.

"Master, it's here."

The young man's urn sounded the urn airway.

"Just drive in."

"Huh? Be. ”

The carriage continued to move forward and slowly drove into the Baili Mansion.

"Childe, it's here."

"You all go down."

"Yes."

There was no movement outside, he lifted the curtain and got out of the car, and the cinnamon branches in the yard were sticky. The clear sky reflected by the autumn sun can be seen at a glance.

The heart is empty.

I haven't seen the old green mountains, and the people of the past have been white-headed. Why bother with three or two sentences, I want to talk about it.

Less is more, lonely and stealing. Now the old country is unbearable, as a foreign guest, how can it be home.

He dug out a few jars of wine buried under the tree, and no matter what kind of elegance and leisure, he just sat on the ground and drank it heavily.

When Jiang Lanhe arrived, he saw a young man in white leaning under a tree from a distance, holding his cheek in one hand and a jar of wine in the other, and there were several empty wine jars next to him.

"Worry-free?"

He called softly, and walked up to him in a few steps.

Baili Zhiheng is no longer drunk, this appearance, it should be drunk.

The young man's dark eyes were rippling, and his low-hanging eyelashes trembled slightly, which was different from his usual cynical posture and incomprehensible attitude.

At this moment, Baili Heng is like a child, with a sense of innocence and innocence between his eyebrows.

Jiang Lanhe was in a trance, if his current performance was his true temperament...... His heart was inexplicably sour, and his tone was extremely soft.

"Why do you drink so much alcohol?"

"Get up first, it's cold on the ground."

He leaned over slightly and reached out to the man on the ground.

The drunkard shouldn't, just blindly brace his cheeks and look at him, laughing stupidly, or taking a sip of wine halfway.

Jiang Lanhe squatted down and pressed his hand holding the wine jar with one hand, wanting to snatch it over. Who knew that the drunkard saw through his intentions and protected his food very much. The touch of the wrist under the hand is like satin, and the friction is cool and delicate.

When the drunkard competed with him, he sometimes raised his hand and raised the altar high. The sleeve robe slipped off in an instant, revealing the entire slender white lotus arm.

Sometimes with one hand behind his back, the collar on his chest is loose and loose between pulling, and the clavicle is as smooth as jade.

Drunkards are not so easy to subdue, especially a stubborn and stubborn drunk who reveals his true nature.

After a long struggle, fine sweat was already oozing from Jiang Lanhe's forehead. The drunkard was indifferent from beginning to end, looking at him for a long time. He even took another sip of wine, as if to laugh at him.

"Well, I can't compete with you. You wait here, I'll make a bowl of decanting soup. Otherwise, if you fall asleep drunk, you will wake up with a headache. ”

Jiang Lanhe was just about to leave, and the drunk behind him spoke viciously.

"Who allowed you to go!"

"Little Ancestor ......"

He turned around a little helplessly, but saw that the drunkard's eyes were red, and he seemed to be fierce, but in fact he was full of aggrieved accusations.

Jiang Xiaogongzi was dumbfounded for a moment, stepped forward slowly, and sat down against the drunkard.

"Okay, I'm not leaving."

The moment the two of them pressed their backs together, he felt the person behind him tremble slightly.

"Worry-free, why do you drink so much alcohol?"

Jiang Lanhe actually wanted to ask what happened, why he was unhappy, and what was on his mind.

But he has to take his time and not rush. The hundred miles in front of him was a wounded shell, wrapped tightly in his shell.

The drunkard boldly said.

"I'm sad."

The drunkard pointed to his chest.

"Here, it's sad, it's painful, it's angry, it's like it's going to explode."

Very good, Jiang Lanhe continued to be good and persuasive.

"Why is it sad?"

The drunkard's eyes were a damp red, and the corners of his tail seemed to be smeared with rouge.

"I don't have a home."

What is the concept of home? Nanzhou has the wind in his bones and is naturally accustomed to wandering. But Baili Zhiheng knows that he can't learn to be as chic as his father.

He has always wanted to have a sense of belonging, which no amount of money and wealth can give, inner stability and dependence.

"Dad, when are we going home?"

He often asked Nanzhou this question, Nanzhou was stunned for a moment, his expression was unpredictable, and then he patted his head and asked rhetorically.

"Isn't this home?"

Following Nanzhou and Xijiangyue, isn't it home. Count? But why is it that he is always helpless and insecure in his heart?

They are all floating, their heels are not settled, and they are never determined.

Nanzhou always told him like this, you are still young, it will be good when you grow up. When you are young, you will have a feeling of loneliness and confusion.

So, it would be nice to grow up a little longer?

He didn't know that Nanzhou hadn't grown up until now, and he was still a teenager. This sentence was used by Nanzhou to deceive himself, and now he is using it to deceive him, the so-called self-deception.

As he grew older and more experienced, the sky became more and more open, and he flew very freely.

But whenever he was tired and wanted to rest, the suffocating emptiness rushed in from all directions.

At the beginning of the new year, the snow fell outside, and Nanzhou warmed a pot of wine in the house and called him over. Nanzhou poured two glasses of wine, one for himself and one for him.

He was still young, but Nanzhou never treated him as a child. He didn't know what a child his age was like, so he didn't think it was strange.

"Do you want to go home?"

He picked up the wine glass on the table, clutched it in his hand, and nodded.

Nanzhou raised his glass to him, drank it all, and said.

"Okay, Daddy will take you home."

The life that Nanzhou tried his best to break free from was exactly what he loved and even dreamed of.

After returning to Baili's house, Prime Minister Baili often talked about him, saying that he was a gift from God.

He thinks no, some people are wild horses that have been releashed all their lives, and what they have pursued all their lives is in the grasslands, snow-capped mountains, and out-of-the-world places.

Some people are kites, no matter how high they fly, no matter how far they fly, the end of the line is always in the grip wheel bound by blood.

What Prime Minister Baili taught him was completely different from what Nanzhou taught him.

Nanzhou only taught him two things.

It's the same thing about what you want to do and what kind of life you want to live, and you have to fight for it.

The same is what you want, you have to work hard, do everything, even hold it in your hands by any means.

The prime minister told him.

In a person's life, from the day he is born, he begins to experience loss. Because when you were not born, the world had nothing to do with you, and you didn't have to face anything.

But after you are born, everything becomes relevant to you.

Starting with blood relatives, you have to begin to experience their aging and dying. You have to realize the imperfection of the human world, which is full of many births and deaths, love and hate.

Then you have to start with yourself, to experience the loss.

"You have to learn to lose before you get it. You know how to heal when you've been hurt. When you have loved someone, you will know what true love is. You have to go through a lot of things, a lot of people, see a lot of mountains, and walk through a lot of water before you can become mellow and accessible, and invincible. ”

"Then grandfather, will you accompany me?"

The prime minister of Baili grabbed his hand, and his big palm was generous and gentle, which was reassuring.

"Look there."

Baili Shaohuan pointed to the location of the ancestral hall, which enshrined the ancestors of the Baili family for generations.

"It's not just your grandfather who will be with you, they, your grandfather's father, your grandfather's relatives, and your relatives, will always be with you."

Later, the youthful spirit will decline if it is extremely prosperous. Glory and wealth, dreams are true and false.

"The Baili family can't be folded in my hands, but there must be an explanation. To the monarchs we serve, to the tens of thousands of soldiers who died innocently. ”

"Don't worry, let's go."

"Grandfather...... Grandfather ......"

"Take the young master away, the farther the better."

"Don't! …… Don't, grandfather ......"

The door was filled with fire, smoke, and the last crack was closed. He only saw the back of the prime minister who was walking away for a hundred miles, and he walked resolutely, and he didn't look back once.

The growth of teenagers comes at the cost of loss. The more precious he loses, the faster he grows. At the same time, it is harder to compensate for something.

It's not that it's worth it, it's that it's hard whether he's willing to accept it, because once he accepts it, he's very likely to face another loss.

Fortunately, he didn't have nothing. He has Aunt Nanxu, Nanzhou and his mother, as well as the prince's cousin and Uncle Duci.

But it's a hoax, a lie!

At that time, Emperor Dusk sent his personal guards to welcome him into the palace, not to protect him, but to lure Nanzhou back, so that they could be killed together.

My aunt hated Emperor Dusk for not being able to give justice to the Baili family, but she didn't know that it was her husband who was behind everything and controlled everything. They fled Dongyang with infamy, and in the years in Beixiang, he was always looking for the events of the year, and all he wanted was to correct the name of the Baili family.

Although he said that he didn't want to go back to Dongyang, the roots of the Baili family were rooted there. It's been a hundred years, and that's their home. He dreamed of going home, going home......

Now I can't go back, because the crux of this unjust case has been found, and the old country will not tolerate it.

"What should we do, grandfather, we can't go home."

The drunkard did not answer his question, and after a long pause, he uttered such a sentence.

Jiang Xiaogongzi watched, the drunk picked up the wine and poured a few sips, and the wine jar was empty. He tossed it away, trying to reach for a new jar.

Baili Zhiheng only felt that it was not enough, and it was obviously very effective before. Obviously, as long as you drink it before, you don't have to think about anything.

Why is it that the more you drink today, the more uncomfortable it becomes, and why the more you drink today, the clearer the reality becomes in your mind? It's not enough, keep drinking, he doesn't care.

The drunkard groped around for the unopened jar, but he drank too much, and the jar on the ground was empty.

Jiang Lanhe, who also discovered this, frowned and directly boarded his body. Hands pressed on his shoulders, keeping him from moving.

"Don't worry, I can't drink anymore."

"Who are you? Why don't you care about me? ”

The drunkard pushed him with all his might, trying to break free from his shackles, and his eyes were moist and red, as if he had been aggrieved.

"I ask you who you are, and why do you care about me?"

Jiang Xiaogongzi finally realized a problem, and he still underestimated Baili Zhiheng. Even if the man is drunk, his shrewdness has not changed at all.

He pondered for a while, looked at the person in front of him and replied seriously.

"Worry-free, I'm your friend, and you're my friend. Very important, very good friends. ”

The drunkard who heard this seemed to be stunned for a moment, and lowered his eyes slightly, as if pondering the truth of what he said.

After a moment, the drunkard stared up at him, his dark eyes flashing with a playful light, and his tone was very vicious.

"Friend, what kind of friend can roll into bed."

Jiang Lanhe: "......"