Updated: 2013-11-26

It's not that Duan Yu feels angry, or that he has a big temper. But the words of this white-bearded old man happened to refer to Duan Yu's present life, and those words, like a sharp sword with barbs, were fiercely inserted into Duan Yu's heart, sharp pain, with the flesh and blood hanging upside down by barbs, sinking everything into darkness, making Duan Yu almost drowned.

And between the lightning and flint, Duan Yu saw himself in his previous life. Such bloody rain, such unprovoked killings, and the blood and water that was also washed down one body after another, made him only smell blood for half of his life.

Although, in the previous life, he was not like a secret guard in this life. However, such a bloody day when he could only see it, and such hateful and fearful eyes, it was really a pain that Duan Yu had been unable to describe for many years, and it hurt him so much that every time he met someone who saw such a look, he wanted to kick the other party to the moon.

Now this old man, in such a contemptuous tone, insulted these secret guards. But in Duan Yu's heart, Yu Qi said that this old man, Yu Qi was talking about these secret guards, but it was because this old man once again showed the memories he was forgetting in front of others.

Duan Yu went out angrily, and the small figure quickly disappeared into the dilapidated door frame, and the dawn of the sky illuminated everything in the temple, and the ruins of the grass with a strong and dilapidated atmosphere were once again clearly presented under the blue sky and white sun.

The old man didn't move, he just used his two dirty hands to hold the big that Duan Yu had just taken off for him, squinted his eyes slightly, tilted his head back, raised his head, shook as if he was intoxicated, swaying.

In the house, there are also secret guards who are constantly searching. Seeing Duan Yu go out angrily, a few sword-like lights looked towards the old man in unison. I believe that at this time, as long as there is a wind and grass, he will be immediately beheaded by the sword.

The old man and Duan Yu's questioning made these secret guards surprised and moved for a moment. They didn't expect that this eldest young master of the Duan family, who was originally high, would think like this. No wonder the master cares so much about the eldest lady of Duan Mansion, presumably, a woman with such a younger brother must not be an ordinary person, right?

Duan Yu's speed was very fast, and after a short time, he had already walked towards Yan Lingyu not far away, looking at his appearance, it seemed that he was really not ready to turn back, the old man in the messy grass, the smile on his face deepened, he suddenly shouted loudly behind Duan Yu: "Hey, boy, don't you really want to know what happened last night...... I know a lot. ”

Duan Yu snorted coldly, didn't speak, and walked straight towards Yan Lingyu.

By this time, it was already dawn. The thin morning sun of winter, lingering behind the clouds, waiting, seems to be breaking out of the clouds in the next moment, or at some point in the next moment, to shine in the world.

The trees in the distance, the grass in the distance, and the debris of snow that was frozen like stones, a layer of white and a layer of gray, were like a picture of depression and failure, and at first glance it was chaotic.

On winter mornings, as soon as a person speaks, he exhales a mouth full of hot air, which blinds his vision. And the ends of the trees, the tips of the grass, and even all the three-dimensional, objects that rise to the ground, or that do not rise to the ground, are covered with a faint layer of white by the cold air of winter. As long as you wipe it with your hands or step on it with your feet, those bleak gray foams begin to shake off layer by layer, and fall on people's legs or feet. There was another bone-chilling coldness.

What is rare is that this morning, there was no fog. Far and near, between the white and misty heaven and earth, there are only three colors left: white, gray, and dull, which are too bleak to be bleak.

Yan Lingyu was standing in front of the earthen pit not far from the entrance of the broken temple, listening carefully to the report of the secret guards around him, his face was very calm, his expression was very indifferent, and his body was covered with a big coat that his secret guards had just sent. The pale white color is clean and unassuming, and there is no ornate texture on it, only a few scattered plum branches are painted on the cuffs, neckline, and hem of the shirt with slightly deeper silk threads similar to the clothes. Scattered sporadically, without any rules. The entire cuff presents an almost chaotic harmony. But it is very compatible with Yan Lingyu's temperament.

Some people were originally God's darlings, and God gave him almost all the best. Therefore, even if it is an ordinary shirt, worn on his body, it is also not extraordinary.

Looking up again, it was his face that was slightly cold in the early morning mist, such a similar color, such an indifferent expression, almost integrated with the scene in front of him.

Duan Yu accidentally raised his eyes, and saw the third prince of the beautiful celestial man. Yan Lingyu was faintly pondering, his eyes looked like a cold spring shrouded in a lake of smoke and light in the mist of the winter morning. Deep and vast, rippling and shining. The intertwined golden light and the silver light of the moon, and the bleak smile on his lips that was as indifferent as a streamer. From Duan Yu's angle, you can still see his straight nose and slightly curved lips, which are not crimson pale colors, but shining brightly, like strawberries blooming in the empty field, showing in the pale white mist, which is beautiful.

Duan Yu only glanced at him, and then withdrew his gaze in frustration, looking at him, he was like a frustrated little beast, desperately in need of being comforted by others.

Duan Yu's footsteps alarmed Yan Lingyu, who was pondering.

A faint look flashed, and what he captured was Duan Yu's fragility for a moment. Yan Lingyu quickly made a gesture and asked the black-clothed man beside him to leave, while he stood there, facing Duan Yu, and smiled faintly.

Duan Yu stepped forward step by step, a little dejectedly.

Yan Lingyu smiled slightly, took two steps forward, patted Duan Yu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "What's wrong?" Do you look like a defeated rooster? ”

If Duan Yu was in the broken temple, Yan Lingyu already knew. Although he was surprised by Duan Yu's alternative words, he had to say that through this, he had a deeper understanding of Duan Yu. I believe that Duan Yu in front of him, if it weren't for a little child, Yan Lingyu would almost think that what he was defending was what he had experienced.

This is naturally part of what Duan Yu has experienced, but not in modern times, but in the distant 21st century.

Duan Yu raised his head and looked at Yan Lingyu's heart-pounding face, and suddenly became gritted his teeth: "You are the rooster...... You've been a all your life......"

Duan Yu actually wanted to say that Yan Lingyu's whole family was a rooster. However, can this royal man say it casually? So, halfway through the conversation, I turned a corner!

Yan Lingyu was slightly stunned and burst out laughing. His laughter startled the frost flowers at the ends of the trees nearby, and some bird, as if startled, flew up sharply, and then jumped into the distance.

Yan Lingyu nodded: "Okay, okay, I'm a rooster, I've been a rooster all my life...... Are you satisfied with this answer? ”

If he Yan Lingyu is a rooster, then Duan Qingming will become a hen, and Duan Yu himself, like himself, will not become a little rooster? As long as he thought of Duan Qingming, Yan Lingyu's expression would soften, and his eyes would become like a pool of water, which made people intoxicated.

Duan Yu smiled at this time, his slightly curved lips, the corners of his stubborn lips slowly softened, and together with his gaze, his eyes, and even his face that was originally stunned because of depression. Duan Yu stepped forward, patted Yan Lingyu's arm like an adult, raised his lips slightly, nodded and smiled: "Satisfied, so far, I am very satisfied." ”

How can you not be satisfied? His Royal Highness, the dignified Three Princes, has promised to be a rooster for a lifetime because of his own words, what else can he find fault with?

Yes, not only did Duan Yu not have any pickiness, but the depression in his heart had already been swept away.