Everyone only heard a heavy "bang", and they were all stupid, until Xiao Nian'an's sharp and piercing cry penetrated into everyone's hearts, Mei Ruojun jumped up from the ground violently, staggered over and picked up her son from the ground, hugged her tightly in her arms, and her whole body kept trembling.

Seed ...... Her own child was actually called so by his own grandfather, Mei Ruojun's mind seemed to have seventeen or eighteen bombers circling inside, only the rumbling roar remained, she was so shocked, how could she not imagine that Master Zhou would throw Nian An on the ground, how could it be? He was so kind to Dingbang, how could he be so cruel to Nian'an? They're blood relatives! Even if you are not a blood relative, as long as you are a normal person, it is impossible to deliberately throw a child who has just turned one year old on the ground.

Mei Ruojun was stupid, Zhou Ruikang was stunned, Cheng Jiaqi, Cheng Jiawei was also stunned, including Master Zhou himself, looking at his hands standing there stiffly, as if frozen.

Fortunately, at the moment when Master Zhou made a move, the most primitive humanity in his heart still made his subordinates merciful, and he didn't work very hard, so Nian An just hit his forehead on the wall pillar and puffed up the boss's bag.

Looking at Nian'an, who was crying, Master Zhou himself felt a pain in his heart, and he involuntarily moved a step forward, but he still stopped.

Ruikang stared at his cloudy eyes, looked at his father in disbelief, his mouth was half open, he couldn't shout out that "Dad", he didn't expect his father to do such a cruel thing, his heart was like being stabbed by his father, the pain was unbearable, after the shock, he quickly crawled over from the ground and hugged Mei Ruojun's mother and son: "How is the child?" Did you break it? ”

But at this time, Mei Ruojun couldn't hear anything, didn't want to hear anything, she shook her head desperately, her face was full of horror, her lips were white, her eyes were dull, crystal tears kept pouring out of her clear eyes, and her hair fell down because of her shaking, making her look like a mentally deranged woman.

Her heart was really cold, her spirit really collapsed, and at the moment when all kinds of emotions broke out in chaos, heartache, confusion, and sourness, she understood that the Zhou family would never accept her and her children, and she would never be able to be with Ruikang justifiably, and Ruikang must be a traitor if she wants to be with her.

She can endure any humiliation, but she can't accept that her child was scolded as a sinister seed and thrown to the ground. Now even if the people of the Zhou family kneel in front of her and beg her to go back to the Zhou family, she is unwilling.

"Ahh -----" She shouted heartbreakingly, pushed Ruikang's arms away, and rushed out of the cabin with Nian'an in her arms, and rushed into the vast mountains.

Her scream stunned everyone present, Mei Ruojun has always been supple and delicate, always speaking softly, like a breeze blowing in her ears, no one has ever heard her say a word in a loud voice, so her abnormal scream is even more terrifying and chilling, what kind of despair and heartbreak is this......

"Ruojun, Ruojun......" Ruikang staggered to his feet and rushed out of the door, his plum blossoms were gone, his heart was like a pile of sand pouring down, his eyes were still blurry, he kicked the stool, hit the stove, but still insisted on rushing out of the door.

"Ruojun! Ruojun! He shouted at the mountain, shook his body, waved his arms, searched for her figure, his voice called into an echo in the valley, his voice called into a sad song between heaven and earth, his voice called into the demons in the hearts of the other three people present.

He climbed on the slippery stone steps almost hand and foot, in fact, he didn't know whether Ruojun had gone up or down the mountain, he had lost his mind, no direction, no hope, he knew in his heart that she had left again, he had lost her again.

He stood up on the stone steps and fell, fell and stood up, Jiaqi, Jiawei followed behind him and didn't know whether to help him, Master Zhou's legs and feet were inconvenient, so he could only watch from a distance, watching his son climb on the stone steps in despair, his mouth kept shouting Mei Ruojun's name, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, he felt that he was excessive, but he did not regret it, Mei Ruojun had to leave Ruikang, he could not combine the two in any case, and that child, after all, could not recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

Zhou Ruikang stumbled and climbed hundreds of steps, and finally sat down on the stone steps in frustration, hugging his head and crying.

Jiaqi was very sad, reached out to pull him up, only to touch the back of his hand, Ruikang looked up sharply, his eyes were red, he shrank back, frowned and avoided her hand.

Seeing that his sister's kindness was rejected, Jiawei said in his heart: "Zhou Ruikang, you really don't know what to do." ”

Ruikang raised his eyes to look at him, Cheng Jiawei, his good classmates, good friends, good brothers, how could their friendship be like this? He was really sad and sad, his love was like a swamp, his friendship had become a thorny ground, and his family had become a stagnant water.

"Amitabha Buddha ----" not far behind the stone steps stood an old and a young monk two monks, the previous one is an old monk, the spirit is strong, wearing a robe, growing an inch-long white beard, the robe flutters gently with the wind, a pair of eyes shimmering with light.

Ruikang turned his head and squinted, trying to recognize the person in front of him as much as possible, yes, he was Dingyun Zen Master in a daze.

"Master Dingyun." Ruikang's mood calmed down a little.

"Master Zhou, such grief is not good for your eyes." Zen Master Dingyun slowly walked down the stone steps, took his wrist, took his pulse, nodded, nodded with a smile and said: "The fire is ambitious, the poor heart is tied to a plum, the past is reminisced in vain, and the golden-bodied boy shows his might." Master Zhou, even if there are a thousand sad things, you still need to cherish the people in front of you. ”

Zen Master Dingyun pointed to Jiaqi on the side, how could Ruikang have the heart to listen to this, he is now bent on finding Mei Ruojun's mother and son, otherwise he will really go crazy.

"Master, my wife and children are gone, I want to find them."

Zen Master Dingyun shook his head: "Divide is a combination, and a combination is a division, why should the donor be so persistent." Everything in the world is fate. ”

Ruikang shook his head: "No, I must go to them, I can't live without them by my side." Saying that, he struggled to go down the mountain, but a wrong eye, stepped on the empty stone steps and almost rolled down, Jiaqi rushed up to support him, Dingyun Zen Master also grabbed his back, and said: "Master Zhou, even if you want to go to them, you have to heal your eyes first, you go with me to the temple to stay temporarily, I will be able to cure you." ”

"No, no, no, no, I can't leave the cabin, what if you come back and can't find it? I'm not leaving. ”

Zen Master Dingyun sighed and said, "Okay, since you don't want to go with me, then I'll come." Go back quickly, and don't worry your old father. ”

After that, Zen Master Dingyun turned around and looked at Jiaqi and smiled: "The female benefactor has a kind face, if she can understand the fate of the earth, she will be blessed endlessly." He walked to Jiawei and stared at Jiawei for a long time, just smiled and didn't say anything, Jiawei was looked down by him, Dingyun Zen Master didn't say a word, bowed to him and said goodbye, turned around and swayed away with the little monk.

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Ruikang had no choice but to return to the cabin, everyone was silent in the house, Master Zhou wanted to open his mouth several times to comfort his son, but when he thought that he threw Nian An to the ground with his own hands, he was really a little apologetic, and opened his mouth and closed it again.

It didn't take long for Song Yuanyang to arrive, and when he saw the situation in the house, he just gasped and couldn't say anything anymore.

Cheng Jiawei frowned all the time, the complicated expression on his face, painful and remorseful, was very puzzling, but no one had the time to pay attention to his troubles at this time.

Like a sculpture, Zhou Ruikang sat on a stool, his elbows propped up on the table, his hands covering his face, motionless.

After a while, Jiaqi stood up and asked Song Yuanyang to send Jiawei and Master Zhou back, and he stayed with Ruikang.

That night, as long as there was the slightest movement outside the house, Ruikang would rush out desperately and shout Ruojun's name, and after coming down several times, he stumbled, he was already covered in bruises, and Jiaqi just sat there watching him, or guarding him by his side, in case he fell into the valley. After a night of tossing and turning until he was exhausted, Ruikang collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

Jiaqi slept on the small wooden bed that used to be Xiaohui.

In this way, every two days Dingyun Zen Master will come to treat Ruikang with needles, Song Yuanyang sent a girl to wash and cook, Ruikang has never spoken since the day Ruojun left, Jiaqi tried to touch him twice, but he avoided it as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake.

Cigarettes became his friends again, silence became his soul again.

Mei Ruojun is like a plum blossom that ends its flowering period in the cold winter, falling silently with the wind, I don't know where it fell? Zhou Ruikang's sight gradually recovered, but his heart became colder and colder, he thought of the night of that year, Mei Ruoli said when he had a snowball fight with him in the Yongmei Garden, "The budding period, blooming and gorgeous, withering and sighing", in retrospect, Mei Ruojun's plum blossom is now like a flower in the withering season, sighing, plum blossoms, delicate and glamorous but born at the wrong time in the coldest midwinter season, it is really Mei Ruojun's experience.

Jiaqi obviously noticed that Ruikang had changed a lot, his heart hardened, his eyes were cold and emotionless, which she had never seen before, Zhou Ruikang has always been enthusiastic, with a rich feeling, soft and generous heart. But as his eyesight gradually recovered, Ruikang became colder and colder, what kind of cold is this? Calm, cold, indifferent......

Two months later, it was winter again, that day, after Dingyun Zen Master pricked the needle, Zhou Ruikang slowly opened his eyes, everything in front of him was completely clear, he saw everything, but he couldn't see the person he thought about day and night.

Zen Master Dingyun smiled and said: "Master Zhou, your eyes have recovered, and the old man has retired, but when he is leaving, there is still a word to explain." ”

"Master, please speak."

"Donor, your mission is not over, I hope you don't indulge too much in the love of your children, flowers bloom and fall from time to time, why force it? That's all the old man said, and he will never see each other again in this life. Please cherish Lord Zhou! After that, Dingyun Zen Master saluted Ruikang and Jiaqi, took the little monk, and left the wooden house, many years later, when Ruikang returned to the ancient temple to meet Dingyun Zen Master, sure enough, Dingyun Zen Master was no longer seen.

After Zen Master Dingyun left, Zhou Ruikang still didn't talk to Jiaqi, took out the suitcase from the corner of the wall, and began to pack his luggage.

"Ruikang, where are you going?" Jiaqi couldn't help but ask.

He didn't answer, she anxiously stepped forward to pull his arm, he gently stroked it away, while taking out his clothes from the closet and putting them in the box, Jiaqi said urgently: "Are you still angry with me because I burned that handkerchief?" ”

A smile rose at the corner of Ruikang's mouth, paused for a few seconds, stopped what he was doing, looked at Jiaqi, and finally spoke:

"No, Jiaqi, I'm not angry with you, some conversations with Dingyun Zen Master these days have made me understand a lot, I understand your pain, and I know what you want, but I'm sorry, I can't give it to you. I know that I have betrayed the former alliance, and I have sinned so much that I should be punished, and if my mother and son do not know where they fall, it will be the greatest punishment for me.

But these are not the most important things at the moment, our troops are fighting a decisive battle with the invaders, I can't always think about these things of love and love on the mountain, I am a soldier, and I have to fulfill the duties of a soldier. As he spoke, he put on his military uniform and closed the belt around his waist, and the whole person was handsome and full of sense.

He looked at her gently, there was no intense emotion in his eyes, it was very flat, very calm, as if he had been thinking about it for a long time, and said in a tone that was not emotional:

"Jiaqi, I'm sorry for you, but I can't be your husband, if you are still willing to keep the name of Mrs. Zhou Ruikang, please honor my father for me and take care of Dingbang. If one day you are not willing to bear the name of Mrs. Zhou Ruikang again, please write to me, I will give you back your freedom, and I will bless you in the future. ”

"Goodbye, Jiaqi, you are my confidante, you and Jiawei are my best friends. Let's cherish each other. Hopefully, we'll be together again and I'll not go back to homesickness. ”

Ruikang closed the suitcase, put on the military hat, gave a military salute respectfully, lifted the suitcase and strode out of the cabin.

Jiaqi looked at his departing back, tightly twisted the handkerchief in her hand, she had already burst into tears, she kept biting her lower lip, trying not to let herself cry out of pain, Zhou Ruikang, his every move, word by word is still so tightly touching her heart, she knows his determination, she knows that he doesn't want their marriage anymore, she knows that emotionally, in fact, he is just as poor as her. None of them got what they loved, they were just as lonely and lonely, but they couldn't keep each other warm.

Perhaps only the fire on the battlefield can rekindle his enthusiasm......