The last drop of memory that Yun Duruo secretly retrieved began to transform into clouds and smoke in Ye Qingyu's tears, and a looming memory picture appeared on it gathered together, but unfortunately her memory was only left with this drop in the end, those memories were fragmented and incomplete, only intermittent pictures, she couldn't remember all the things in her previous life like Wen Zhuo, and she could only trace the past in some broken fragments.

Every life is incomplete, some see the beginning but don't see the end, but in the middle of each life, Ye Qingyu clearly sees that there is always that person around her who has never left a message and cares, and all kinds of identities are constantly changing, and the only thing that remains unchanged is his promise to stay with him for life and life.

Perhaps these were enough for Ye Qingyu, until the memory fragments gathered by the clouds and smoke slowly became coherent in the first life, and Ye Qingyu looked at the memories of that life with a sad and heartbroken face.

The incomplete memories make it impossible for us to tell which life this is, but compared to the pictures we saw before, this life is clear and complete.

We silently watched the changing picture as if to tell us a story.

This is Shiye whispering's father is a heavy minister in the court, living in the temple, because of offending the powerful and degrading the border wilderness, depressed and unhappy for a long time and unable to afford to travel to the fairy, she opened an inn in the city to make a living, and her name floated.

There are many military disasters in the border towns, Rong Di saw the beacon fire when he was in the sky, the weak army of the imperial court was scattered and difficult to do, fortunately, there were high walls and strong walls to temporarily protect the remnants of the breath, the city was depressed and cold because it was the only inn, and there were many businessmen and soldiers on weekdays, although they were poor but they could also make a living, I was afraid that they should respond to the name of the floating life, and the life was short and it was an illusory dream, and the yellow sand outside the city was afraid that there were not many of her dry bones.

"Boss, have a pot of wine."

The people in the city called her like this, maybe she hadn't heard her name for a long time, no one cared about the weak woman in this troubled world, maybe after tonight, this inn and this city would be a ruin, just as she never remembered these guests, in her eyes they were passers-by in this life after all.

In Ye Qingyu's memory, I saw the person who silently guarded for her, in this life he was a soldier who guarded the city, every time he came, he wore that simple and tattered armor, and what was thrown on the counter was a knife as dirty as others, rusty, and he must have not used it for a long time.

"Charge two corners."

He came rain or shine every night, as always, he used his knife to mortgage two corners of wine to Ye Qingyu, I think Ye Qingyu can't remember how much wine money he owes, but he has never asked him, the most offended thing about the war is a soldier like him, I estimate that in Ye Qingyu's eyes, he is useless except for obscenity and scoundrels and a trace of disgusting frivolity, so Ye Qingyu has always buried his head and is unwilling to look at him.

He always smiled lightly at Ye Qingyu, completely ignoring her contempt and disdain, and the back of the wine turned around was not bloody, I guess maybe Ye Qingyu even looked forward to it more than once in his heart, tomorrow, at this time tomorrow, he would not come again, it would be better for him to die under Rong Di's sword than to live like this.

He always sits in the corner of the wall, even if there is someone, he will throw the knife on the table to scare away the guests, because that position just can see the counter where Ye Qingyu is standing, and he can drink the wine in the two corners until she closes, the two foreign businessmen Jia Duo looked at me a few times and spoke lightly, he punched and kicked the two people all over the ground looking for teeth, the tables and chairs in the inn were all over the place, Ye whispered behind the counter and did not dare to squeak, at that moment he changed to another person, fierce as an angry rakshasa.

At that moment, I was reminded that he was the god who killed the priest, but his majesty and domineering were only used to protect the person behind the counter.

The wine and food are cold, and the guests go back, and he stays until the end to put away the broken bowls and plates on the ground, I think Ye Qingyu should not remember how many times he broke things in the store, but he always repairs the tables and chairs before leaving, he stands outside the store and smiles at her when he leaves, she avoids his gaze in disgust, but there is a trace of hesitation in her eyes, I think Ye Qingyue should not understand, why a soldier like him has such a handsome face, although the disgusting smile is so clean, and his eyes are as bright as the bright moon in this desert.

The memory of this life seems to be extraordinarily long and clear, presumably something must have happened in this life to make Ye Qingyu remember so clearly, the picture of memory is also like this dilapidated city and Ye Qingyu's face slowly aging together under the erosion of wind and sand and years, the only thing that remains unchanged is still the soldier, he will still appear rain or shine, but he is always so young and unruly.

Drop the knife and bet on the two-cornered wine.

That should be the only thing he has ever said to Ye Qingyu in this life, looking at Ye Qingyu's changed face, she must have said this sentence for more than ten years, maybe she has been used to everything after a long time.

That night, Rong Di attacked the city at night, broke the army, and slaughtered the city, the soldier kicked open the door of the store and broke in with a knife, and couldn't help but grab Ye Qingyu's hand and rush out, kill the enemy and push me on the horse, he hugged her in his arms and galloped outside the city, the first time he leaned on his undulating horseback, I think Ye Qingyu could hear his heartbeat sonorous, and the blood on his face dripped on the back of her neck was damp and hot.

The enemy army led the horse to chase, the arrow rain behind him roared, he whipped and kept cutting the soldiers to kill the generals, the enemy was like a broken bamboo, the back was faintly painful, like a sharp thorn, the leaf whispered and gritted his teeth, ran to the valley outside the city, the two mountains between the road can accommodate one person, he dismounted and stood with a knife and pointed to the sheep intestine trail behind him.

"This road goes out of the valley to the west, and you can take a raft across a river."

"You're not leaving?" Ye Qingyu was stunned.

"I can't go."

In the distance, the horse's hooves broke through the night and the fire was approaching, Rong Di had arrived, he held the knife in the valley mouth and did not move like a mountain, the arrow feathers behind him did not enter the body and penetrated the chest, he really couldn't go, the leaf protector whispered out of the city He was hit by an arrow in the morning, and he didn't listen to his words all the way.

Ye Qingyu walked behind him and helped him break the arrow......

"I can't pull it out." He pressed the back of Ye Qingyu's hand and smiled lightly.

If he pulls him out, he doesn't have the strength to hold on, he doesn't plan to go with Ye Qingyu, he wants to stay in this valley where the husband is closed and can't be opened to help her block the approaching Rong Di.

"Why are you bothered?" Ye choked softly.

"I owe you money for wine, I pay you back today......" He smiled, just like a night flower, the blood on his chest dripped down his waist straighter, at that moment Ye whispered a little in a trance, I think she may have felt that she had seen that smile somewhere, and he finally imprinted that smile vaguely in her memory.

"My name is Ye Qingyu."

"I ...... I know ......" His hand holding the knife shook, the corners of his mouth squirmed and smiled sadly, Jingwang under the moon seemed to have something to say, and suddenly heard Rong Di behind him shouting and neighing a group of war horses, he turned his head to hold the knife. "Let's go!"

Ye whispered waiting for his unfinished words, looking at his back under the moonlight as a rock, the enemy vanguard had already swung a knife to attack, he led the knife to slash and kill people, leaving two corpses before crossing the valley.

"Let's go!" He glanced back at Ye Qingyu, this time he didn't smile, but there was an extra deep wound on his leg that could be seen to the bone, and he stuck a knife on the ground to support his body.

Ye whispered to hide his tears and left, only to hear the sword intersecting, the horse neighing, the howl, the raft to the shore, looking back, seeing the fire in the valley flickering and extinguishing, the sound of swords endlessly, Ye Qingyu knelt and cried on the shore, suddenly heard the night sky thunder, the sky was full of thunder and thunder, and fell in the valley, the whole night was illuminated like day, and the valley was silent in an instant.

After many years of Wang Shi's acquisition and expansion, Ye Qingyu returned to the land over there, and still opened an inn in the city, and his name was born.

Every day, she warmed the two corners of wine, and then looked at the store, for many years, Ye whispered that the old woman with temples was as white as snow, he knew that the soldier would not come again, but this habit could not be changed.

Qingming drizzle.

Ye Qingyu took the wine and went to the unnamed valley where he saw him last, and there was a mound on the top of the valley that was piled up for him.

"Who are you worshipping here?" The croppers at the top of the valley came to ask curiously when they saw her every year.

"A friend." Ye whispered and sat tremblingly by the edge of the mound.

"Why doesn't your friend have a name?"

Ye Qingyu was stunned, she still didn't know his name in this life, and there was not a single word engraved on the blank tombstone as always.

This may be her biggest regret, Ye Qingyu was speechless and placed the wine in front of the mound, no more, no less, just two corners.

"Who is he?" The farmer looked at her with a sigh.

"A ruffian...... A ruffian who died here trying to save me. Ye Qingyu replied in a choked voice, until now Ye Qingyu is still willing to call him a ruffian, I don't think I am disgusted anymore just because of kindness.

"Zhuo Gu has a dangerous terrain, and there are many heroes here."

Ye Qingyu looked at the farmer who spoke, and realized that this place was called Zhuo Gu.

"A soldier can save people?" The farmer seemed to not believe her words, and lit a dry smoke and took a puff. "Decades ago, Rong Di broke the city, it is said that there is a soldier standing at the bottom of the valley pass to resist the enemy, a man does not retreat from the valley mouth enemy corpses piled up like a mountain, the valley blood flowed into a river is from that time, the valley stream turned red and never clear, the enemy will not dare to rely forward to order the archers to shoot a volley, the soldier in the body of ten thousand arrows actually standing, that battle is too tragic, God can't bear to fall in the valley, the enemy armor is all wiped out."

Ye whispered and burst into tears, he knew that the man was a ruffian, asked the farmer for a sickle, and carved two lines of words on the tombstone that had been empty for decades.

I heard that the soul of the faithful was buried outside the plug,

Zhuo Gu went out to the west for no reason.

Ke Ba Ye whispered and broke his fingers, and the blood was smeared on the tombstone, just as bright as his smile back then.

Ye Qingyu woke up from the dream and there were still undried tears in the corners of her eyes, she raised her hand to wipe away the dream as if she had a heart-wrenching dream, the dream became a little blurry, I only remember that I was sitting next to a grave mound in the dream and tears rained down, but I forgot who was buried in the grave.

This should be a few lives later, presumably she has forgotten everything from her previous life, but there are still some residual memories that remind her of the past.

Push open the window to see the prosperity of the capital, the spring color in March is pleasant, I walk the bluestone of the long street, the haze in the dream gradually dissipates, Ye whispers at the end of the street I don't know when an inn was opened here, the green willow and saffron garden in front of the hall is deep and ancient, and I looked up and saw two words engraved on the plaque.

Floating.

Looking at the chic shop name Ye Qingyu was a little in a trance, I think she should remember something, maybe the memory is too vague but it feels a little familiar, there is an illusion like a previous life, Ye Qingyu hesitated and stepped forward, the inn was cold and scattered There were some guests sitting scattered, she sat in the corner of the vacant shop, and the second little shop politely came over to greet her.

"What do you want?"

"Nikaku Sake......"

Ye Qingyu didn't drink alcohol, but she blurted out for some reason, she frowned and thought for a long time, but she couldn't remember it anymore.

Sitting in this position, you can just see the counter of the inn, the shopkeeper is quite young and has a handsome and clean face, and he looks up just to meet her.

Ye Qingyu blushed shy and avoided his gaze and looked around in a trance, unconsciously drank all the two-cornered wine that was coming, and got up only to find that he had forgotten to bring the silver money when he came out.

"Shopkeeper, can this hairpin bet on two corners of wine?" Ye Qingyu took off the hairpin on his head and asked the handsome young man apologetically.

The corners of the man's mouth curled, and he smiled, uninhibited and uninhibited.

He accepted her and smiled without saying a word, Ye Qingyu looked at the person's smile blankly, and felt still familiar, and when he walked to the door of the store, he suddenly turned back and asked curiously.

"Shopkeeper, I don't know what your name is?"

The young man's hand holding the pen shook, and a drop of ink fell on the ledger, infecting a large area of long-lasting diffusion, and he hesitated.

"Wen Zhuo."

……

Ye Qingyu was stunned and her body trembled, and the only remaining memory carried in the last drop of decoction slowly faded and dissipated in front of our eyes, Ye Qingyu had already burst into tears, and we finally knew the origin of his name, which was the two-line poem she engraved on the tombstone.

I heard that the soul of the faithful was buried outside the plug,

Zhuo Gu went out to the west for no reason.

After staying for so many generations, Ye Qingyu didn't remember his name after all, so he took the first word of these two lines of poetry, at least this was left to him by Ye Qingyu.

Wen Zhuo.

The life of the life and the world of each other finally got a name, although Ye Qingyu did not remember his real name, but I think this is enough for Wen Zhuo, Ye Qingyu wiped away the tears and hugged Yuan Shouyi and closed his eyes calmly.

"Go away, don't tell him...... You've come to see me. ”

"......," Yun Duruo asked in surprise. He's at the mountain gate, aren't you going to see him? ”

"It's better to miss each other than to see each other, since I already know his name, it's enough." Ye replied very calmly, with sadness in her voice.

"Nope! He's waiting for you to remember his real name. I stepped forward and said seriously.

"It doesn't matter, I may never remember his name, but from this life onwards, I know that his name is Wen Zhuo, and I will engrave this name in my heart, and from now on, even if I am reincarnated in the world, I will remember that there is a person named Wen Zhuo by my side." Ye whispered slowly, opened her eyes and looked at me, and said with satisfaction. "The most bitter person is him, he doesn't want to come here to see me, he doesn't want me to bear his suffering, whispering is fortunate to have a person who is already content, I will only make him more fetters when I go to see him, he has guarded me for so long, let Whisper wait for him here in this life, and he will definitely come when everything is over."