Yan looked back at the three thousand lights, a tear crossed his cheeks, and fell to the ground, he couldn't control his sad mood, and he couldn't control the warm pain in his heart.

"Brother Yanhui, I want to tell you that no night is hell, this is your home. Nian Jinshu's voice was soft and firm, full of enthusiasm, "Your home, beautiful, and warm, it is your harbor, it is your shelter, and it will never be hell." ”

Yan Hui's tears fell on the back of his hand, and he suddenly turned around and hugged the Nianjin book.

He hugged her into his arms!

The stars twinkled, and the three thousand lights hung in the sky like a long river.

He and her hugged each other tightly, licking each other's wounds in the bright light.

Nian Jinshu could feel the warm tears in his neck.

She hugged him gently, stroking his back over and over again.

Speechless, the most affectionate companion!

"Ah Jin, I'm an orphan. Yan Hui burst into tears, unable to control his grief any longer, and the fragility and sadness that Chu Feishuang had desperately hidden after his death poured out.

He was orphaned.

I'll never see my father again, and I'll never see my mother again.

Nian Jinshu also had red circles in his eyes, and accompanied him on the tower, crying like a child.

She stroked his back over and over again.

It's okay, Yan Hui.

And me, I'm always there for you!

Yan replied to this cry, cried for a long time, Nian Jinshu always hugged him, no matter how mature he was, no matter how calm he was, this year was only a double decade, he experienced the pain of losing his father in the fantasy realm, and in reality, he experienced the pain of losing his mother.

"I killed A-Niang!"

In the past few days, Yan Hui has never dared to close his eyes, every time he closes his eyes, the picture of Chu Feishuang dying on his shocking shadow appears in his eyes, which tortures his nerves.

Every time he woke up from a dream, he was covered in a cold sweat.

"It's not you!" Nian Jinshu knew his heart knot, Yan Hui was so smart, how could he not see that Chu Feishuang was trying to protect him, "Madame is to protect you, to protect the night, she exchanged her life for your peace." ”

Under the eyes of everyone, Chu Feishuang fell into the demon, and the evidence was ironclad.

Yan Hui, she can't escape even if she doesn't sleep, she will definitely be attacked by the entire Xianmen, and there will definitely be a river of blood throughout the night, how could Chu Feishuang not know, so she used her life to maintain everything in the nightless capital and her favorite son.

Only when Yan Hui killed him with his own hands and killed his relatives in righteousness, Yan Hui and Bu could escape the catastrophe.

Xiao Jin understands, and Feng Huanlin can also see it.

"It's me who is incompetent!" Yan Hui helped Ling all the way home, all the way home, all self-torturing, if the Qiankun map can break through, if his cultivation is improved a little more, and he becomes a strong man like a real person in Xuanming, who would dare to embarrass his mother.

He's not going to die!

It's been ten years.

He has been looking for a way to save Chu Feishuang, if he can find it, his mother will not die.

All the immortal sects gathered in Phoenix City, even if he was a little more vigilant, Chu Feishuang went crazy the night before, if he kept an extra eye, if he was not so conceited, his mother would not have to die.

It's all his incompetence!

Along the way, he was torturing himself.

Nian Jinshu hugged him distressedly and let him cry in her arms, this hidden pain must be broken in the sun in order to heal and recover, and the knot in Yanhui's heart is too deep.

Chu Feishuang's death, he was not wrong.

It was Xiao Jin and Chu Yingge who did everything possible, and they all wanted Chu Feishuang's life.

In Phoenix, one ring and another ring are designed, and each link is tightly interlocked, Xiao Jin hits with one blow, and he wants Chu Feishuang's life, what can Yan Hui do?

"You're right!" Nian Jinshu hugged her gently, "Madame loves you so much, she must hope that you can live well." ”

The goose cried for most of the night.

When the lord of Yanmen died, he never cried so badly, and the situation did not allow him to cry, his father died, his mother went crazy, and the whole night was in chaos.

At the age of eight, he had to carry the burden of the whole night.

He faced so many elders and sect masters who never knew the night, he didn't dare to shed a single tear, he couldn't be seen by others the fragility of his heart, and he couldn't let others see through his fear.

He sat on a high place, looking at everything coldly, and his immature shoulders carried all the burdens.

In these ten years, there is no one to share.

No one knows how many life and death moments he has gone through step by step to where he is today.

Although Chu Feishuang's fall from the demon is getting more and more serious, and his mind is becoming more and more unclear, there is always a glimmer of hope, and in the end, this glimmer of hope is also shattered, and no one knows, what a tragic pain it is.

After accompanying the wild goose back to cry happily, Nian Jinshu took him to sit on the tower and look at the prayer lanterns in the sky, this scene is picturesque, like a prosperous fireworks.

"Is it good-looking?" asked Nian Jinshu.

"Good looking. After Yan Hui cried once, he felt that he was really embarrassed, and he didn't dare to read Nian Jinshu, for fear that Nian Jinshu would think he was weak and cry so badly.

However, his mood was not so heavy and not so sad.

This 3,000 prayer lamps were hung in the air, illuminating the entire nightless city.

The Nianjin Book says, this is not hell, this is your home.

These words, as if taking root in his heart, brought him endless hope and warmth, and the nightless under the starlight lamp was beautiful and warm.

It's his home!

The jack of stones that he had been pressing in his heart was silently removed.

For the first time since the death of the Lord of Yanmen, he felt that he was being cared for in the palm of his hand.

It's actually a year's book!

Yes, it can only be a year's book.

"You've been out of sight for days, doing it alone?"

"One man does it, not by man's hands. Nian Jinshu chuckled and said, "Lin Shu'an and Wuji helped me go to the city next door to buy materials, do you look at the little rabbit, does it look like a little fan?"

"Rabbits all look the same. ”

"It's different, the rabbits I draw are all different. ”

Yan Hui chuckled, yes, there is no way to be exactly the same.

"I don't even remember my birthday. Yan Hui said that the double tenth birthday should be a big birthday, and for the men of the Xizhou continent, the double ten is more important than the sixteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony.

But before such an important birthday, he lost everything.

"I remember. The book said, "Do you like this light?"

The goose looked up at the starry sky, her face calm and gentle, "I like it." ”

What I like is the three thousand lamps that someone has worked hard to light for him, this heart is indescribably precious, and it is the sincerity of his love that he can never forget for the rest of his life.

What she likes is the illusory young man, so what?

It's him who enjoys this heart!

"Where's your shadow?" asked Nian Jinshu.

Yan Hui took out the Jinghongying and handed it to the Nian Jinshu, the sword of the sword cultivation never leaves his hand, and he can't hand it over to others at will, but the Jinghongying doesn't matter, the Jinghongying and Sauvignon Blanc are both confessional.