Memories of the past came flooding back, and the scorching sun was sprinkled in an instant, Su Yunran raised the corners of his lips, obediently raised his feet to Nan Shiyan's side, and rubbed the man's warm palm with the top of his hair affectionately.

Let the little girl sit next to the dresser, Nan Shiyan picked up the jade comb, and slowly combed the little girl's soft green silk, the curvature of the corners of her mouth was warm and shallow, and the movements of her hands were extremely gentle.

After being stunned for a moment, Su Yunran relaxed, holding his chin with both hands, and looked at the faces of the two in the mirror with a smile.

Well, I haven't seen you for many years, but my brother is still as good-looking as before.

When she first arrived at the teacher, Xiao Duling was only four years old, and she was very resistant to people.

This senior brother of his own family was four years older than himself, and at that time, he was not much older, but he took the initiative to take care of Xiao Duling.

At that time, Xiao Duan Ling can be said to have erected sharp thorns around his body, but Xiao Duan Ya did not pull out those sharp thorns one by one, but incarnated into a warm sun, and hugged him tightly with great tolerance.

At that time, Xiao Duanya can be said to have poured all the endless pampering into Xiao Duanling, even if his sword qi is sharp, when he treats his little junior sister, he can instantly give birth to a harmonious temperature.

In a short period of time, Xiao Duan Ya learned all kinds of skills with children, and became a senior brother who has all the skills of his father and mother at the same time, and raised Xiao Duan Ling from a sharp hedgehog to a slimy and coquettish little milk meow who will snuggle in his arms.

This can be regarded as a major achievement in Nan Shiyan's life.

For many years in the teacher's house, it has also become the softest and brightest place in the hearts of the two, even though the two of them have gone out of their own divisions, grown up separately, and experienced bloody storms and rains, those warm memories have always been as warm as before.

Nowadays -

Looking at the smiling man in the mirror, Su Yunran raised the corners of his lips, smiling lightly, smiling with crooked eyebrows and eyes, very satisfied.

They were reunited.

In this vast life, they have to go on hand in hand.

As for Na Mo Qingchen, Su Yunran was not interested at all - she was crazy to have any feelings for a person who had calculated herself.

Even if the puppet used his own identity, he could be regarded as having a relationship with Mo Qingchen, but Su Yunran has never been a person who sticks to the world and is lazy with people's words.

The puppet is a puppet, she is herself, even though the puppet is in love, but what is she doing?

The left and right are just lending their identities to others, not to mention, the person "Su Yunran" will never appear again in the future.

Since the Su family has taken this step, it has cut off all the back roads, and can only move forward, carrying the responsibility of the Luo clan, and never disappointing the legacy of the ancestors.

Since then, the Su family has disappeared in the rivers and lakes, and the Luo people have ······ Eventually, it will reappear in Zhongzhou.

"Alright."

The warm voice pulled back his thoughts, Su Yunran blinked his eyes, looked at Nan Shiyan's combed hair in the mirror, and couldn't help but purse his mouth.

"Senior brother, Ling'er is no longer a child, why does Senior Brother still comb Ling'er's hair?"

Gently tapping the little girl's eyebrows, Nan Shiyan opened his mouth with a smile, and his warm voice carried great doting.

"Ling'er hasn't reached the end yet, of course it's a child."

"Moreover, Ling'er must not forget, you are the youngest disciple in the entire sect."

Su Yunran: "······"

Oh.

Senior brother didn't say it, she almost forgot about it.

After leaving the school, he no longer combed his double hair, he had always simply held or tied it up, and then became the palace master of Muxu Palace, and he had no more combed his hair with the bearing of the superior.

For a while, for some reason, Su Yunran's heart was filled with a strange feeling, and the tip of his nose was a little sour.

The warm fingertips gently rubbed Su Yunran's eyebrows, rubbed the slightly frowning eyebrows, Nan Shiyan smiled gently, and shook a pair of small bells in his hand in front of the little girl's eyes.

Listening to this crisp bell sound that he had not seen for a long time, Su Yunran's eyes slowly lit up, and he reached out to take it, held it in the palm of his hand, and looked at it carefully.

The bell presents the color of white jade, extremely warm and transparent, like a fog of frost and snow, there is a delicate inscription on it, in the center of the inscription convergence, the words "Ling" and "Ya" are engraved respectively, the handwriting is elegant, but it reveals a bit of affection.

"This is unsmoked jade."

Looking at the curious little girl on her face, Nan Shiyan smiled and spoke.

"Do you like it?"

Nodding obediently, Su Yunran rubbed Nan Shiyan's clothes with his head, and opened his mouth softly.

"I like it."

"If you like it, it's fine."

The corners of his lips rose a little, Nan Shiyan reached out and took the pair of small bells, tied them on the braids on both sides of Su Yun's dyed hair, and carefully sorted out some broken hair.

After doing this, Nan Shiyan led Su Yunran out of the room.

Stepping into Jian Song's courtyard, Su Yunran felt a somewhat familiar aura, his heart moved slightly, and when he saw that person, he was stunned.

That person, you are standing in the daylight, talking to Jian Song, a dark robe revealing a bit of majestic atmosphere, looking at himself with deep eyebrows, and the awe-inspiring sword eyebrows are slightly soft.

This is, Su Wenye.

Seeing the visitor, Su Wenye smiled, "Xiao Ran." ”

Su Yunran was about to take a step and paused, just standing still not far from Su Wenye, and couldn't help but clench Nan Shiyan's hand.

Su Wenye, who was in a good mood to come to see his little daughter, waited with great anticrisy for his little daughter to throw himself into his arms, but he waited for his little daughter's silence.

Su Wenye: "······"

Looking at the tightly holding hands of Su Yunran and Nan Shiyan, Su Wenye pulled out an extremely weird smile and bowed slightly at Nan Shiyan with the bearing that an elder should have.

"Mr. Yan."

So, does my youngest daughter want a father if she has a senior brother?

The head of the Su family said that he was very aggrieved.

Hearing Su Wenye's depression, Nan Shiyan kindly didn't laugh, only nodded at Su Wenye with a smile and spoke softly.

"Uncle Su, my surname is Nan, my name is Shiyan, and Uncle will call me Shiyan."

Su Wenye was not in the mood to shout anything "Shiyan", he just looked at his little daughter and keenly noticed that this little girl was a little wrong.

Thinking of what Jian Song said to herself, Su Wenye thought about it for a while, and then understood what his little daughter was hesitating.

"Silly girl."

Shaking his head helplessly, Su Wenye took a few steps forward, came to Su Yunran, took the thin body into his arms, and said with a smile.

"Don't you know Daddy?"

"It's not."

Su Yunran shook his head, pursed his thin lips, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally spoke.

"I'm not that Su Yunran." I want to talk about "The Master of the Medical Palace" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~