Stiff for a moment, Zhang Mochen slowly turned around, looking a little lost and depressed, and the six gods had no master.

"Brother Mochen, what's wrong?" Zhang Moran pretended not to know and stepped forward to ask.

"It's okay, I forgot to bring the money, come back tomorrow. Zhang Mochen replied in a flat tone, but there was no trace of emotional fluctuations on his handsome face, sluggish, Mougin, like a walking corpse.

There was no eye contact, passing by, Zhang Mochen continued to walk forward as if he was a wandering spirit.

Looking at the back that gradually disappeared into the night, Zhang Moran still stopped in place, recalling that he had eaten the closed door soup of the Wang family during the day, plus the blue shadow that entered the Drunken Immortal Pavilion just now, Shuangquan gently clenched it.

Zhang Moran's beautiful eyes turned around, looked at the brightly lit and noisy Drunken Immortal Pavilion, and shook his head gently.

"Sister Yu Yan, should I hate you, or should I thank you?"

After focusing on his thoughts for a moment, Zhang Moran retracted his gaze and trotted away in the direction where his back disappeared.

......

When night fell, the lights turned on, and Zhang Mochen's room was exceptionally bright at the moment because of the new candles. However, the bright candlelight failed to illuminate the darkness in Zhang Mochen's heart, compared to a few days ago, Zhang Mochen at this moment looked like a walking corpse, without a soul.

Zhang Mochen sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, and pictures flashed in his mind.

The cold reception at the gate of the Wang family, Song Qingzhu's incomprehensible smile, and the familiar blue figure.

The more Zhang Mochen thought about it, the more intense the soreness in his heart became, as if there was an invisible hand that grabbed his heart tightly and kept kneading.

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Mochen slowly got up and walked to the table, blew out the candle, opened the door and walked towards the back mountain, maybe only the cold silence on the top of the mountain at night could make him feel better.

On the top of the back mountain, Zhang Mochen sat on the ground and exhaled deeply. may be infected by Zhang Mochen's depressed mood, tonight's night sky is dark, there is no trace of star light, gusts of strong wind, and it feels like heavy rain is about to fall.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

Sure enough, a moment later, the wind stopped and the rain fell, first the pear blossoms, then the pour.

The heavy raindrops of beans that fell from the sky fell wildly, Zhang Mochen did not dodge, but raised his head and let the raindrops hit his face.

"Ah......h

A heart-rending cry, under the impact of the torrential rain, could no longer hold it back, and burst out of the throat.

"Why?why?......?"

Zhang Mochen looked up to the sky and roared, and the whole person fell into madness. Hysterical and angry, facing the torrential rain falling from the sky, soared into the night sky, as if questioning the sky.

"Boom..."

It seemed to hear Zhang Mochen's shout, and a dull thunder sounded abruptly with the bright light in the sky in the distance.

"You're still angry? What right do you have to be angry? You play with me like this, can't I ask 'why'?"

If it weren't for the shroud of the night, Zhang Mochen's blood-red eyes at this moment, no matter who saw it, would be stunned.

"Click!"

As soon as Zhang Mochen's angry voice fell, the bright light in the distance instantly reached the top of the mountain, turning into a red lightning bolt with a thick tree trunk, and several spiderweb-like electric patterns extending from the side, tearing through the black curtain and slashing straight down.

The big stone engraved with childhood memories was instantly shattered. An electric pattern on the side of the lightning also threw on Zhang Mochen's body, and the latter's body suddenly stiffened, and then fell to the ground.

At the moment when Zhang Mochen's figure fell, the cluster of shrubs swayed violently, and Zhang Moran jumped out with an arrow step, directly pounced on Zhang Mochen's body, and on his fair face, tears merged with the rain and slid down without reservation.

"Brother Inkdust, Brother Inkdust..."

A few anxious shouts did not wake up the young man in his arms, and Zhang Moran's nervousness became more and more intense.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the lightning overhead became more and more frequent, but it did not fall again, as if to show off the victors.

The three thousand green silks on his head had already been wet by the rain, and a few strands were tightly adhered to each other, and the purple clothes on his body were also tightly attached to the body that had begun to take on a youthful atmosphere.

Zhang Moran wiped the rain blocking his vision with the back of his hand, then grabbed the clothes on Zhang Mochen's shoulder, bent over and fell backwards, and fell down the mountain.

With one foot in the air, Zhang Moran fell again, but his hands did not let go for half a minute, and due to inertia, the two figures rolled down the hillside one after the other.

At this moment, a mighty body picked up the two people who were rolling rapidly, and then jumped towards the Zhangjia courtyard with an anxious face.

Zhang Mochen's heart-rending cry before, because of the silence of the night, had already entered Zhang's house, Zhang Tianfeng was worried but rushed over, but it was still a step too late. Zhang Tianfeng, who was running, looked down at Zhang Mochen, who was still unconscious in his right arms, and there were some tears in the corners of his resolute eyes.

......

In the wooden room, the candlelight was lit again, and Zhang Mochen lay quietly on the bed, if it weren't for his hair that had not been completely dried, he would look like he was asleep.

Zhang Tianfeng sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his son distressedly, and his rough palm stroked the little pale cheek from time to time.

After Zhang Moran changed his clothes, he also rushed over and stood quietly aside, the worry in his beautiful eyes was no less than that of Zhang Tianfeng. It's just that Zhang Moran's new clothes are still the elegant purple.

Under Zhang Tianfeng's inquiry, Zhang Moran told the truth about today's events from beginning to end.

Zhang Tianfeng frowned slightly, and the right hand holding the sword was clenched together. There are some things that Zhang Tianfeng actually predicted, but seeing Zhang Mochen like this, the hatred in his heart slowly condensed.

At this time, the wooden door was pushed open, and Zhang Tianbing hurriedly stepped in, and the look of worry in his cold eyes was difficult to hide.

Zhang Mochen's commotion made the night of the Zhang family not quiet, but because of Zhang Tianfeng's orders, no one else came to visit, but this order was an exception for Zhang Tianbing.

Zhang Tianbing went straight to the bedside, and when he saw Zhang Mochen who was not awake, his nose was sore, and his tears kept rolling.

"How's Chen'er?" asked Zhang Tianbing, holding back his heartache.

"It's not a big deal, I should be able to wake up tomorrow. Zhang Tianfeng looked at Zhang Tianbing's nervous expression and replied with relief.

Hearing Zhang Tianfeng's answer, Zhang Tianbing breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Zhang Moran who was standing on the side, and continued to Zhang Tianfeng: "Second brother, you come out, I have something to discuss with you." ”

Seeing Zhang Tianbing's moving gaze and serious expression, Zhang Tianfeng seemed to understand, and then touched Zhang Mochen's cheek again, slowly got up, and took the lead in walking towards the door.

"Mo Ran, you work hard tonight and take care of Brother Mo Chen. ”

Seeing that Zhang Tianfeng had left, Zhang Tianbing smiled at Zhang Moran and said, and then turned around and left.

Zhang's secret room, fanned by candles, came out of Zhang Mochen's room, Zhang Tianfeng and Zhang Tianbing came straight here.

"Is there any news from the people sent out?" Zhang Tianfeng did not sit down, and asked a little eagerly.

"Yes, there is news...... Zhang Tianbing and Zhang Tianfeng stood opposite each other, and then spoke eloquently.

"I see. Whether it's friend or foe, you'll find out tomorrow when you try it. After listening to Zhang Tianbing's answer, Zhang Tianfeng nodded with satisfaction, but a pair of thick eyebrows did not stretch, as if the stone in his heart had not been completely put down.

......

"Ahem, ahem....."

A slight cough woke up Zhang Moran, who was lying on the side of the bed and fell asleep, and his sleepy pretty face immediately surged with joy in the next second.

"Brother Mochen, are you awake?" Zhang Moran said happily, not showing a trace of fatigue overnight because of Qu Yu.

"Hmm... Is there water?" Zhang Mochen's chapped lips squirmed slightly, and he struggled to spit out a few words, as if he was suffering from a serious lack of water, causing his throat to be tightly sticky and difficult to open.

"Yes, you can wait!" Zhang Moran raised the corners of her mouth, and the two cute little dimples were perfectly displayed, and then she stood up and was about to pour water.

may have been lying on the side of the bed for too long, and suddenly got up, and his legs, which were already numb, couldn't bear the strength, which made Zhang Moran suddenly grin.

Zhang Moran endured the soreness, quickly brought the water over, helped Zhang Mochen sit up with one hand, and handed the water over with the other.

"Ahh

Zhang Moran smiled slightly, got up and put the tea bowl back on the table.

Zhang Mochen looked at the purple back, and suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart, but this was the sore pain of happiness.

At the moment when he was knocked down by lightning, Zhang Mochen's hearing was about to fail, and he vaguely heard Zhang Moran's anxious shouts. Coupled with the dream when he was asleep on the top of the mountain before, Zhang Mochen suddenly realized at this moment.

"It turns out that this Nizi has been secretly accompanying me, no wonder she is not there every time I go down the mountain to find her, and then coincidentally appears behind me. Zhang Mochen thought secretly in his heart, and a strong warmth came to his heart.

Seeing Zhang Moran turn around, Zhang Mochen smiled slightly and said, "Moran, your dark circles are getting heavier and heavier, what's the matter?

Hearing Zhang Mochen's words, Zhang Moran measured his head slightly, as if he didn't want the young man in front of him to see his haggard appearance.

"Well, it's almost fine, it's okay!" Zhang Moran said softly.

"Silly Nizi, still not telling the truth?" Zhang Mochen sat up with a strained body, and asked with some 'angry' scolding.

"You, you know everything?......" Zhang Mochen's voice made Zhang Moran know that he couldn't hide it anymore, so he asked rhetorically. It's just that the pretty face that is still hanging down, a trace of red slowly gushes out.

"Hey, your brother Mochen is a waste now, why do you treat me like this?"

Hearing Zhang Moran's admission, Zhang Mochen's pale face was not moved with joy, but said in a heavy tone.

"No, Brother Mochen will always be the best in Ran'er's heart. Zhang Moran suddenly raised his head and said.