Xiao Xiang excitedly pulled Yin Feng into the room and asked him to sit on the third floor, but he ran to the room to make tea. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tianyuan Tower was deliberately left by Jun Kuang when he came to the town under a pseudonym, and it seems that he had long expected that there would be such a day when he left a Tianyuan Tower for Yin Feng.

The staircase in the middle of Tian Yuan Tower is made of fine white pine wood, the material is light and soft, elastic, and the structure is also delicate and uniform. The handrail is a high-quality elm wood, and the craftsmen in the town were invited to carefully carve a hundred flowers on the handrail, the texture is clear, vivid and real.

The first floor is the largest, there are many low tables and square stools, serving the low-consumption people, the kitchen passage is covered by the stairs, it looks clean and tidy at a glance, the surrounding layout is also very atmospheric, many windows are opened during the day, and people sitting in the hall eating and drinking can also see the lively scene outside the window.

The second floor of the elegant seat, the consumption is higher, is more than dozens of times downstairs, but the decoration is luxurious, every beam and pillar are painted with red paint, the place by the window is covered with an atmospheric screen, there is a white crane parked in the pond embroidered with the mist on the screen, and there are also some embroidered beauty play pictures. There is an incense burner in the center of the hall, and the aroma of the incense fills the hall. The whole style grade is several times higher than that of the first floor, and it is precisely in this way that the rich people in the town are willing to come to this kind of place to consume.

The third floor is the most mysterious, almost no outsiders have ever entered, only Yin Feng's family can enter.

There will be a wooden door on the third floor of the stairs to block the way, the key was originally only held by Yin Feng's family, and now that Yin Feng's parents are gone, the key is only the one on Yin Feng's body, and Yin Feng handed it over to Xiaoxiang before.

Yin Feng stepped on the wooden ladder step by step, looking at the Tianyuan Building left by his parents, a sour emotion came to his heart, the five-year-old child is still in the stage of crying, how can a child bear the feeling of losing his loved ones.

Condescendingly glanced at this Tianyuan Building, wanting to imprint it deeply in his mind.

Walking to the door of the third floor, Yin Feng paused for a moment, and only stepped in later.

The decoration of the third floor is not glittering, but it is a great deal of effort, and the decoration is classical and elegant, with the curtains hanging from the beams and tucked around the pillars.

On the beams and pillars are pasted a couplet of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, and every word reveals the momentum of the rainbow, showing the vigorous momentum of the person who wrote. Yin Feng swept it, remembering that his father had written it down, and his mother had taken it to stick it on this pillar.

The flaming candlelight around illuminates the antechamber, and there is a round table in the hall, which is now empty, and it is on this table that Yin Feng's father writes the couplet in his memory. For five years, since Yin Feng can remember, his father has been repeating the two things of cultivation and calligraphy every day, occasionally going to the mountains to hunt, and every time he will bring back special mountain birds and beasts, and no hunters have ever hunted them in the town.

His mother's favorite thing to do in Yin Feng's memory was to write, and Yin Feng also learned a good hand under his mother's teaching.

Yin Feng's family didn't come much in this Tianyuan Building, but every time they came, their parents were always happy to come, and they did leave a little gloomily, leaving many memories for Yin Feng.

Feet lightly jumped up, sat on a single stool in front of the round table, sat on the stool with both feet dangling in the air, the faint fragrance of ink filled the whole room, and a painting hung on the wall, depicting a beautiful woman in a brocade robe holding a baby in her arms, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, and two small dimples on her cheeks. Vivid and vivid, it depicts the happy smile of the person in the painting to the extreme, and the person who painted it is also attentive.

This is a painting made by Jun Kuang for his wife Yan Yumin and son Yin Feng shortly after Yin Feng was born.

The bright moon in the sky sprinkled a hazy light, illuminating this town wrapped in mountains and jungles in a quiet and peaceful light, and the darkness was dispelled by the lights of thousands of homes, but Yin Feng in the room did leave tears for the portrait, and the tears silently drilled out of his eyes, crossed his cheeks, and dripped down. "Click" drips on the ground.

Holding back himself not to cry, Yin Feng's shoulders trembled a little.

After being silent for a long time, there was a sound of clattering footsteps on the stairs, Sister Xiaoxiang came up, Yin Feng quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and wiped them clean with his sleeve.

But the red eyes and the tear stains in the sockets were clearly recognizable.

Yin Feng, who was facing the door with his back, knew that Xiaoxiang had come up, so he flicked his sleeves easily and turned his head with a smile. "Sister Xiaoxiang, you haven't seen me for a few days. ”

Xiao Xiang saw at a glance that Yin Feng had just cried, and said softly: "If you want to cry, cry out!" After speaking, she gently hugged him in her arms, and the young Xiao Xiang's palms were indeed a little rough, and the palms were calloused.

Yin Feng said stubbornly: "I didn't cry. But his voice was choked.

"It's okay, a man can only be strong if he has shed blood and tears. Xiaoxiang said.

"But ......" Before Yin Feng's words were finished, tears came out of his eyes, he was not afraid of hardships and hardships outside, but when he returned home, he couldn't control his emotions when he thought of his parents.

Uncontrollable tears wet Xiaoxiang's clothes, but she did not let go of her arms and hugged Yin Feng until Yin Feng was tired of crying.

"Do you want to... Listen to Sister Xiaoxiang's story?" Xiaoxiang thought for a while, as if she had made a decision, and said.

"Hmm? Yin Feng was stunned at first, why did Sister Xiaoxiang suddenly want to tell her story, but she still nodded and agreed to hear her story. For so long, he didn't even know Sister Xiaoxiang's full name, which was really unreasonable.

Xiaoxiang took Yin Feng's hand and walked down the stairs slowly, her steps were very light and slow, as if she was brewing emotions, Yin Feng obediently followed her out.

Xiao Xiang pulled him to a table on the second floor with many dishes: "You shouldn't have eaten yet, you just heated a few dishes, let's listen while eating." ”

The food on the table had already been served, and it happened that Yin Feng had been hungry for a day, and he had only eaten one birch tree fruit all day.

Picking up the rice bowl on the table, Yin Feng ate it in a big gulp, and Xiaoxiang also began his narration......

It turns out that Xiaoxiang's full name: Tang Xiangxue, was not from Yujia Town.

Twenty years ago, Xiao Xiang's family lived in the big city of Stone City, Stone City and Hundred Tiger City were close to each other, and the wars were frequent and endless, Xiao Xiang's father Townsend joined the Fire Company Army in Stone City very early, and was a ten-captain, a strong man in the realm of bone casting.

Frequent fighting caused him to rarely return home, until one time he was defeated and fled, and his soldiers died. At that time, no one expected that the Demon God Clan would actually control a thousand commanders of the human race, and that commander deliberately miscommanded on the battlefield, causing the entire army under his command to be routed and tens of thousands of soldiers fall into the trap of the enemy.

The butcher's knife of the demon god clan brutally harvested the lives of the soldiers, and Xiao Xiang's father was a member of the army under the commander.

Seeing his comrades die, his heart was like a knife, and he escaped under the desperate send-off of his subordinates, and he was also one of the few hundreds of people who escaped.

Covered with the blood of his comrades-in-arms and demon gods, he fled back in embarrassment and recuperated at Shicheng's home, and it was during this period that Xiaoxiang's mother Qi Churong became pregnant with Xiaoxiang.

Her mother wanted to leave her father behind and live happily ever after.

But the tragic situation after the death of his comrades, and the hideous faces of the enemy surrounded his heart, and his heart never crossed the threshold.

Just a month after conceiving Xiaoxiang, a battle report spread all over Shicheng: the battle ahead was urgent, and the Demon God Clan took advantage of the great war to inflict great damage on the vitality of the Terran race, and advanced the battle line for dozens of miles, and the Terran army in Shicheng was defeated one after another.

In the end, conscription rings were set up in several of the most conspicuous places in the city, recruiting soldiers who were not afraid of death as dead soldiers, sending them to the battlefield to open up a new battle situation with their lives, and recapture the advantage back to Shicheng. Every deceased soldier who went into battle received a large pension for his loved ones.