In the past thousand years, he has not interacted with amateurs, but he has met Wen Ruyue, this kind of person who would not have been able to socialize with him.

He is arrogant, and very few people can enter his eyes, and he would look at Wen Ruyue twice at the beginning, which is nothing more than one of them, his name as the pinnacle alongside himself, and the other is his temperament that is completely inconsistent with the name of the pinnacle.

As the name suggests, the person is dressed in white with almost no decoration, but when he comes from the crowd, it seems to have a warm and clear breath like water, just like his poem, three feet of autumn water, not stained with any dust.

His face is sad and encouraging, but there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, it is precisely because of his harmony that it naturally makes people have an inexplicable sense of closeness.

There are many friends like this, and along the way, almost everyone talks to him, and he is also able to deal with it smoothly.

The maid on the side poured him wine, and Long Su suddenly realized that he had been staring at this person for a long time.

And all this is just a small beginning for them, a short and polite first meeting, and Longsu will not delve into why he has such intentions.

Until he came to him, stopped, arched his hand, and smiled: "I can't see it in a hundred years." ”

He raised his hand, and also invited Wen Ruyue to sit down, and found that they saw each other at first sight and talked happily.

And after a few Jiazi, the acquaintance with him is indeed such a smooth sailing, acquaintance, acquaintance, weal and bewilderment, becoming close friends, hundreds of cold and summer, the same.

They both know each other so well that they can understand the idea at a glance.

And with the passage of time, people still do not change, the heart is still the original heart, but what has changed, and what has never changed.

Therefore, no matter how subtle the change is, it is also the fine lines in the water waves, which is very thoughtful. The emotion of the long stream of water is also a fine wine sealed by time. Just one bite is intoxicating.

When the pebbles are thrown into the lake, they are only frightened.

When he confirmed his heart for Wen Ruyue, he suddenly looked back and realized that he was destined to entangle with him many years ago.

Bring friends, enter Songqiao, get drunk on the couch, and have a good time.

He was used to being lazy at night, and he kept asking for it, but that's it.

Everything happened so naturally.

When Wen Ruyue crossed the Ghost Gate Pass again, and now in front of herself, her face was still pale with an unconcealable paleness, but she still did not forget to occupy her tongue.

"Friend, you have only come to see me until now, do you know how helpless I am on the sickbed alone? How long-awaited? ”

Yeling shook her fan and said, "I think it's a good thing to let my friend who has never known how not to force himself honestly reflect on what he has done on the bed." ”

"Friend, are you angry with me? That's why you didn't come to see me? ”

"If you think like this, you will know to cherish yourself, and you will think like this."

"Haha, my friend still doesn't change the style of caring about others."

"I don't care about anyone else, I only care about you. There is no long memory. ”

"Huh."

Wen Ruyue didn't answer, and wanted to take off the cup on the side, but his hand was weak, and he sprinkled his clothes all over when he was on the water, but it made him laugh.

"Alas, it seems that this time is indeed difficult, but I am really happy to see you."

Yeling's fingers moved slightly.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, and how many times he had been silent when life and death were at stake. Falling into his arms, his body gradually cooling.

He stretched out his hand to touch Wen Ruyue's cheek, which was indeed warm and fresh, and it was still Wen Ruyue who was full of black water.

"Friends? What are you doing here? Wen Ruyue raised her face to look at Yeling in front of her now, his dark golden eyes were slightly downcast, caressing his cheeks carefully, as if he was painting the gold edge, and as if he was caring for some fragile treasure.

"Friend, you're giving me some itch." Wen Ruyue felt her fingertips rubbing against his bun and inserting it into his bun.

Then, as if disgusted with his constant chatter, the owner of the fingers lifted his cheeks and pressed his soft lips up.

This was the first time he had confessed that he wanted to expose his desires, but when he hadn't really pierced the window paper, they both left each other room to maneuver.

But this time, he didn't want to let go of this person so easily.

This is his friend, and the person he wants to protect for the rest of his life.

Probably no one will understand his feelings, and he doesn't want to be understood.

But when he carefully touched his lips, the friendship between the two lips and teeth had changed the original emotion, and the feelings of this party could not be suppressed, and he understood that the love and pity after this taboo was how many years of affection had accumulated.

Time collapsed at this moment, and both sides were clear.

However, this did not change their relationship, it should be said that after this part of the relationship was broken, the feelings between them were stronger than before, and they were not revealed.

But this heart-to-heart connection didn't last long.

Wen Ruyue was found when he went out on a mission, and was chased and killed, with more than 30 swords in his body, and he had to desperately bring things back to Yeling, if he didn't work so hard, there would still be a glimmer of life, but he knew that this information was very important, so he completely disregarded his own life and conveyed the message to Yeling.

At that time, he was on the battlefield, and when he learned about this, he was filled with grief and anger, and completely dispersed the enemy's attack.

Fang Wenchen met a man.

Picking up a man, to be exact.

It rained eerily hard that night, and it was eerily heavy. Although he was holding an umbrella, his body was still drenched, and the umbrella became only an ornament at this time, and even blocked people's progress.

He came home all the way home in a storm, but saw a figure in front of his house. The man was wearing a black raincoat, perhaps a cloak, and it was too dark for him to see. I think it should be a raincoat, in this era, there will be people wearing cloaks?

The man stood motionless under the tree, like a dark shadow cast by the tree. The bean-like raindrops kept falling on him, but he didn't feel it at all.

Thunder flashed, and a white light reflected on his face. Fang Wenchen saw that he was staring straight at him, with his bloodshot eyes.

And that face is as white as paper.

In this situation, if it is seen by the usual scumbag girls, it will definitely cause some exclamation. But he is Fang Wenchen, not afraid of heaven and earth, Fang Wenchen who does not believe in ghosts or gods.

He lifted his steps and walked towards the man.

He could have just walked in and gone home and ignored the man, but for some reason, he couldn't let him go. Maybe it was because of the overflow of compassion, or maybe it was because the man looked at him too nakedly.

In short, before his brain makes a decision, the body has already begun to act.

Fang Wenchen stood still in front of the man.

"That..."

But before he could finish his greeting, the man had fallen straight forward, his chin resting on his right shoulder.

"Finally... Found you—" he heard the man mutter.

Fang Wenchen took the man home.

As for the reason for this move, he explained to himself: You can't let a big living person fall at the door of his house, not to mention that it is raining so heavily outside.

He tried to ignore the strangeness in his heart.

Why did you come up to him? Why bring him home?

Even he didn't know. He only knew that this person could not be left alone.

From the first time Fang Wenchen saw him, he had a sense of familiarity, this feeling was not strong, even like a faint white cloud, but this faint feeling overflowed from the heart part little by little, extending to every corner of the body. It's like a water bottle full of water has been cut open with a small opening, and the water inside slowly flows down the bottle.

But I've never met that person, where does this familiarity come from?

Could it be that the memories of childhood have been forgotten? Or maybe it's a stranger who passed by you? Could it be that I saw him in my previous life? Thinking of this, he shook his head and secretly laughed at himself, Fang Wenchen, Fang Wenchen, you are a staunch materialist, how can you believe in any past and present lives?

Forget it, I don't want to think about it, the more I think about it, the more chaotic it becomes. It's better to wait for this person to wake up and ask him again. He shook off the jumbled thoughts in his head, wrung out his own towel, and put it over the man's forehead.

"Wen Ruyue............" The man muttered in a low voice, angry like a gossamer.

Floating on your back? This person is probably a swimming coach, and he is really dedicated. Fang Wenchen secretly speculated.

"Don't!" As if frightened by something, the man suddenly opened his eyes with an exclamation.

"Yo, awake?" Fang Wenchen hurriedly handed over a glass of water.

Time seemed to stop, and his outstretched left hand remained awkwardly suspended in mid-air, not receiving any response from the man on the bed.

The man just looked at him motionlessly, his eyes shining with light, as if he knew everything. This kind of look made Fang Wenchen creepy.

"Ahem." Retracting his left hand, Fang Wenchen coughed lightly to relieve the embarrassment and put the cup back on the table.

The man's gaze never took off his face.

Fang Wenchen touched his face with his hand, his eyes were full of confusion: "My face... Is there something? ”

"Wen Ruyue!" The man suddenly took him into his arms, "I'm finally... Found you! I knew you wouldn't leave me! I knew it.." The words were full of joy of being lost and regained.

This hug stunned Fang Wenchen. When Fang Wenchen's brain finally regained its operation, he pressed down and circled his arms, jumped away a few steps before saying, "Brother, who are you, you recognize the wrong person!"

"Wen Ruyue, don't you recognize me? You said you wouldn't forget me, you promised me... I'm Yeling, don't you remember? The man named Yeling made a gesture and wanted to come forward and hug him again.

He hurriedly dodged, "First, my name is Fang Wenchen, not Wen Ruyue, second, the master is a straight man, don't do any more strange moves, big brother!" ”

Nightling looked at him and fell silent again.

It is absolutely impossible for him to misunderstand Yeling, his appearance, his breath, and his slightest trace are clearly imprinted in his heart. It stands to reason that Yeling shouldn't lose her memory, and looking at it like this, it must be that person's hands and feet again.

It doesn't matter, if he forgets, then let him think about it slowly, anyway, he has already found him, and he is not in a hurry.

What we have to do now is to think of ways to stay with him.