Time always passes like sand in the fine sand of your fingers on a good day, and the more you hold on to it, the faster it slips away.

Day after day, I recuperated in the small pharmacy with peace of mind, and my injuries were already healed. But I always dragged Lang Zhong to prevent him from telling Ye Shuyun the truth, I was afraid that if I was alive, there would be no reason to stay by his side, and from then on, the end of the world would be separated and I would never see him. He was often absent, and when he rarely came, he would sit quietly at the bedside or read or practice calligraphy, and every now and then I would pretend to be asleep because I didn't know how to deal with it. Sometimes I really fall asleep when I am sleepy, and when I wake up, I don't see him. It's like an understatement of the excerpts, there are no ups and downs, only a piece of ink and ink in the south of the Yangtze River. The people in the play know that this is just a scene, but they would rather be drunk and unconscious.

Until this day, he received a letter from the headquarters and gave instructions to return quickly and plan a second attack. The words are forceful, and it is clear that the attack is bound to succeed.

I subconsciously wanted to avoid saying goodbye, there was too much pain and sadness. There are thousands of words in the belly, but they are like a fish in the throat. Suddenly remembering the promise he made that day, he had to wait patiently for him, and at the same time take off his bandages, dance knives and sticks to carry out some recovery training, so as not to decline badly after a long pause.

The next evening, a familiar figure came in the twilight.

I saw him from afar by the window, and Fei seemed to have to put the packed bags on his back and run downstairs until he actually stood in front of me, and hesitated to speak.

"Actually, my injuries have long been healed."

"You're leaving?" He asked gently, like the willows of Sanchun gently brushing his face, like the beginning of the snow melting in the spring of dawn, like the slow stroke of the strings on the sandalwood piano.

"Hmm." The response was so pale and infinitely melancholy.

He suddenly pinched my shoulder with his hand, and I subconsciously tensed my whole body, but he only smoothed it slightly, so that a soft force unloaded the burden from my body: "I'm with you."

It was so unexpected that I immediately looked up and wondered, "Why?" ”

The corners of his lips curled into a touching smile: "It's okay to be idle." ”

I'm no longer the little girl I used to be, and I obey whatever he says. In fact, it only takes a little pondering to realize that he has been going out early and returning late without looking like an idle person. But unfortunately, as soon as I arrived in front of him, all my heart walls collapsed layer by layer, and I never thought about his words and deeds, only knew that I coveted this hard-won warmth.

The road was far away, and we sat opposite each other in the bumpy and rocking carriage. There were many doubts in my heart, and I opened my mouth several times to speak. He seemed unaware, half lazy and half leisurely by the window, with his chin bent and looking out of the window, his cuffs as white as snow pouring down, spotless. Such a casual posture has also become a charming scenery.

"Ahem," I struggled with, and finally broke the silence, his moon-clear eyes swept over, almost messing up his heartbeat.

Aren't you the head of "Hiding ......"? The vigilance I had cultivated over the years made me swallow the second half of the sentence in my stomach, and I am sure that he could understand this one word alone.

"I do have a collection of 100 books, and if you want to borrow them, you are always welcome." He spat out such a puzzling sentence, a pair of eyes looked directly at me, stretched out a jade porcelain-like finger to his lips, I immediately understood, and I was silent, and the silence in the cramped carriage returned.

The carriage stopped in front of a pavilion, and it was a very good inn in the city, called "Luanqi Inn", where many rich and famous people stayed. I looked away, and sure enough, I collided with the gaze of the person opposite.

"You can come here to me if you have any business," he paused, "and if I'm not there, leave a note for the shopkeeper." ”

Even if he doesn't mention it, I'll arrange an inn for him nearby. It's not that there are no vacant buildings in the headquarters, but there are many people in the rivers and lakes in the headquarters, and they are afraid of being recognized, and they will inevitably cause trouble. Second, it is inconvenient to discuss secrets. The beggars and the Tibetan sword have never been on good terms, no matter how close the two are, their positions are there. What's more, we don't have much closeness to each other, but there are a few old things that are not worth mentioning to this day.

Returning to the present, I slowly replied, "Okay." ”

Another journey of wind and dust, the familiar scenery came into view-

Surrounded by 800 miles of mighty Dongting Lake, among the 72 green peaks, there are many wooden houses built on the cliffs of Linyuan, and the plank road and flying bridges crisscrossing on all sides are like nine dragons in the sky, traversing between the cliffs and communicating those houses. In the middle of the abyss, a round platform was cast in the air, on which was a giant pillar of optimus, carved with a dragon winding on it, its scales and claws flying, and the eyes of the amber stone flashed with awe-inspiring power. And the avenue in front of the round platform leads straight to a giant ship embedded in the middle of the mountain - the Junshan rudder!

With a sigh of relief, the distracting thoughts in my heart were put down for a while, leaving only a calm like stopping water - I arrived home.

Along the way, I met acquaintances from the disciples of the gang to say hello, and I responded with a rare smile, which was peaceful and quiet.

It wasn't until he returned to his mansion that as soon as he pushed the door open, a familiar figure greeted him and asked urgently, "Cen Jiang, how are you?"

I smiled and replied softly, "I'm back." ”