Maybe it's because he hasn't seen him for a long time, Mu Dianke's appearance looks a lot less, and he can't win in white. As usual, he was draped in long black hair, and his cold eyes were still shrouded in smoke and clouds, but he was not so solemn, idle like a flower shining on water, and like a river of smoke wrapped in cold water and a veil.

When she walked in, Jin Yanchen had regained his usual silence.

She pretended not to see it, and the moment she crossed the threshold, the ecstasy that flowed from under Jin Yanchen's eyes.

There are some things that it is better not to know than to know. It's embarrassing to say it.

"When... Coming? ”

Jin Yanchen's jaw angle was very tight. He almost asked when he would come back, only to remember that he was beside him, and she was no longer back.

"Last night."

Mu Dianke's demeanor was natural, and he should have sat down beside Jin Yanchen like this, not too close or far, and turned back to Yan Ming and said, "Yan Ming, help me get a spoon." ”

"It's cold."

Jin Yanchen's gaze fell on the mushroom soup with a few white oil stars condensed with Mu Dianke, and said, "Let the smoke tea be hot." ”

"Yes, yes, yes," Yan Ming rushed over with an arrow, hurriedly removed the plate in front of Mu Dianke, and almost said incoherently: "It's not good to eat when it's cold, the girl waits, soon, it will cool her stomach." ”

She didn't know what was wrong, there were pins and needles in the corners of her eyes, and she wanted to cry. I turned around and couldn't hold back anymore.

Mu Dian nodded eloquently: "Okay." ”

The two of them were like students waiting for their master to assign their homework, sitting straight at the dinner table, watching a tearful cigarette tea clean up the dishes.

If it weren't for the fact that life and death came too suddenly, she and Jin Yanchen would have a long time to get along peacefully.

He had given her too much hurt and pain; Too many sleepless nights, too many chickens and dogs jumping in the daily life; Quarrels or cold wars, relying on each other at the same time, there are mutual torment.

But that night, when he stroked her head and said "I'm sorry, little four" to her, all the past grievances seemed to be so easy, but they were gently soothed by a word.

She left a floodgate in her heart, and for a long time, layer upon layer of dust, heavy and rusty, sealing the past that she did not dare to explore and did not want to recall.

Jin Yanchen opened the gate for her, and she suddenly remembered many of his good things.

Only then did she know, or rather, that she finally dared to admit and face: at the juncture of every time she was seriously injured and critically ill, the grandfather she thought she saw was actually not her grandfather.

the man who sat all night with her in his arms; the man who rubbed his rough palm against her forehead; Drip hot tears on her face, spoonful by spoonful, and feed her the decoction medicine person...... It's always been him!

It was the sixth cousin who married someone else and did not hesitate to express his disgust to her.

She remembered that when she ran away for the third time and was rescued by the caravan, the wind and sand that buried her belonged to the desert of death in the northwest desert, and even the natives did not dare to approach easily.

Bandits are rampant on the trade road, and what caravan dares to take a woman with a sword and an unknown origin on the road? 【1】

She couldn't read his contradictions and entanglements, and she was so tired that she had to choose to turn a blind eye.

Yan Ming almost rushed in with the mushroom soup in his hand.

She paused the soup bowl in front of Mu Dianke, didn't have time to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead, turned around and ran to the kitchen.

"The osmanthus fish is going to be steamed, and the Holy Lord will help serve the soup."

The fish is not steamed, although it has been put in the pot twice, because of the skillful craftsmanship of the smoked tea, the skin and meat are still smooth when it is put on the table, and the bright soup is dyed with fine green onions, and the bright color difference hits out the fresh and fragrant rich taste.

It's just that Yanming didn't have time to be happy at all, but was a little scared.

Only then did she remember what she had done, she had actually instructed Jin Yanchen just now.

Mu Dianke lowered his head and took a sip of the mushroom soup, Yan Ming thought, what kind of soup is this drinking, it is clearly the ignorant and fearless courage of the Yan Ming girl.

The silence of two people is not the same as the silence of one person.

Yan Ming set the plate, quietly retreated to the next room, and went to do his own thing. She listened to the sound of bamboo chopsticks knocking porcelain, which was bright and transparent, not as stiff and cold as before.

For a moment, the rhythmic touch of the chopsticks died down.

Yan Ming looked up a little nervously, and at this time Mu Dianke also looked up, and his eyes fell on the pair of bamboo chopsticks that stopped in front of the fish.

Half of the meat around the eyes has been removed, which should have been a skillful action for Jin Yanchen, but it has stagnated.

"I want to eat the piece on the belly of the fish." She whispered.

Jin Yanchen said "um".

His fingers are long, his knuckles are distinct, and his grip is as good as holding a pen. The bamboo chopsticks were made of Nanlingsheng's bamboo, straight and long, but it seemed to be inferior to his hands.

He easily removed the bone spurs from the belly of a thin slice of fish, but he hesitated when he raised his hand.

Mu Dianke handed over his bowl.

When he was young, he always longed for sensation and enthusiasm, and now he knows that in this life, the greatest joys and sorrows are all in the invisible ordinary-in a porridge and a meal, in the pair of chopsticks that want to pick up vegetables for her but can't send them out-those were once so accustomed to him.

After the meal was over, the rain stopped.

Qiankun is like washing, and the willow is like new.

"Sharpen a wooden sword for me." Mu Dianke said.

In Jin Yanchen's inquiring eyes, she smiled. Said: "Qianfo has been in very bad health recently, and I have gained his internal strength in vain, and I can't hold it in the end." I have learned some new practical mantras, pranayama and self-cultivation, and I feel that my body is more comfortable than before...... In the future, I don't want to fight and kill. ”

When she is willing to speak, she is not clumsy.

She didn't tell a lie, but she quietly helped Xu Younan to fulfill the lie.

How could Jin Yanchen not see that she had lost her martial arts, and if she didn't ask, she was afraid that she would not say it, and she would leave it for verification in the future. Qianfo is very indignant about this matter, and if he doesn't expose it, he has already given in, and let him help him tell lies, which is really embarrassing for him.

Jin Yanchen's eyes dimmed again.

Mu Dian knew that the last thing he wanted to accept was the fact that Chang Qianfo saved him, and he couldn't accept that he had left in such a way.

That day, in the courtyard of Chuzhou City, he clearly let go and let her go to Chang Qianfo.

"You asked Ah Xue to give me that note, do you think that one day, I will fall into the hands of Mu Cangping, and I can exchange it for a way to live?"

Jin Yanchen was sharpening his sword, Mu Dian was sitting on the steps with him and watching the sky, she asked softly.

Jin Yanchen's hand paused for a moment, and continued to cut the palm wood in silence, and the dark brown sawdust rolled one by one and rolled off the back of the short knife.

"Do you want that way?" He asked after a long time.

"I don't know."

"It's better to be alive than anything else." Jin Yanchen said: "You don't have to remember the past so deeply. The Jin family is the Jin family, your surname is Mu, to inherit the sword of the Mu family, there is nothing that cannot be said. ”

[1] Volume II: Chapter 52 You Are My Yearning; Chapter 284 can't be said.