Luo Ning's eyes slowly narrowed together, although the Cloud City City Lord in front of him did not show his aura, but Luo Ning could completely judge that this Cloud City City Lord should be on the same level as Teng Hua. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"This is Mr. Li. After a while, Yunhai suddenly took a step forward, and held a hand with Mr. Li, who had just arrived. And Luo Ning, who initially looked at him, was completely ignored.

Luo Ning smiled bitterly and touched his nose, sure enough, his strength ...... People still don't like it.

He refused to even say hello.

"What are you doing idle, hurry up and send the distinguished guest to the guest room. Yun Hai's hand and Mr. Li's hand were separated by just a shake. But Luo Ning could guess with his toes that at that moment, Mr. Li had already had a brief confrontation with Yunhai. Although I don't know the winner, looking at this situation, Mr. Li should not be at a disadvantage.

"By the way, this is the young master of Chihu Mountain. Today, when I saw that it was indeed a heroic boy, as the master, I naturally needed to prepare a generous gift in the guest room. ”

"Thank you then. Luo Ning patted his body, bowed slightly, and said. Although he didn't know what this generous gift was, Luo Ning could clearly guess that this generous gift was the first chess game that the city lord of Cloud City specially played for himself.

Let's see, in the end, who is better.

Yun Rumeng sat on the bed in a guest room. She didn't expect that even if she had thought of such a result, she never imagined that this day would come so quickly.

Yun Rumeng's teeth bit her lip tightly, she could never forget the dizziness she felt when she first heard the news.

It is true that she was born in a remote town, but that doesn't mean she can be cheap and serve a thief who doesn't know her age yet. How old is this bandit, and can he be his father or grandfather at that age?

But does she have a choice?

Ling'er ......

She stared blankly at the candlelight still flickering on the table, as if everything had gone back to a year ago......

"Dream girl, this disease ...... Forgive the old man and can't do anything. ”

"Sir, you are the most famous doctor here. You must save Ling'er......"

"Dream girl, it's not that I don't want to save it, but I can't save it. Hey, wretched child. In this way, I still have a bottle of pill here, so I will give it to the girl for free, and give Ling'er one every month, which is enough to relieve a lot of pain. ”

"Doctor...... Doctor......"

"Hey......"

The candlelight was still there, but the eyes were already wet with tears. Yun Rumeng slowly stood up, Ling'er's face lingering in her mind. The face when it was quiet and in a daze, the face that loved to make a face, the face when it was asleep. There are all kinds of them, but the only thing missing is a small face with closed eyes and frowns twisted together.

For Yun Rumeng, that face is an endgame that she can't break in her life, and a chain that can't be solved.

"Mother, two dogs, they say that my dream name is the best. Tell me how the dream came about. ”

Everything seems to have gone back to the beginning, she was still a six-year-old girl running around in a ponytail. At that time, it was really beautiful. Every time she opened her eyes, she would see the morning dew rolling down from the grass at the foot of the wall, and she would stand on tiptoe to try to look up at the snowflakes of the locust tree in front of the door.

It's just because this locust tree was planted by her father, who never made a living.

"Like a dream, it's a poem. In her impression, her mother is gentle and generous, and she handles everything calmly. But only on this question did she clearly feel the trembling of her mother's tone.

"What is it?"

"There was a banquet in the deep cave of Taoyuan, a song of dancing and singing phoenixes. When I remember goodbye for a long time, I went out with tears to see each other. Like a dream, like a dream, the waning moon falls and the flowers are heavy. ”

"Mother, is this the word? Listen well, mother, you are singing, isn't it better to sing it on the piano......"

"Yes. What can be played and sung is the lyrics of this song, and the name of the word plate is, such as a dream order. ”

Since then, this little girl has always felt sadness more than others. She would sit on the wall and watch the sun go down and the locust flowers on the ground would turn into snow. She would break off the willow branches by the river, look at the clouds across the river, and then cross the river in a lonely boat.

It's just that she has never seen it, the twilight sun rises again, the locust flowers in the air no longer fall, the broken branches are forever green, the slight clouds across the river are still indifferent, and the lonely boat on the river is far away.

At that moment, she understood what kind of suffering her mother was suffering.

All of this lasted until she was twelve. When she was twelve years old, a very handsome man came to her door at the moment when the night filled the earth, plucked a locust flower, and knocked on the door slowly.

And this man is Yun Rumeng's father.

Although he hadn't seen his father for twelve years, after all, his flesh and blood were connected, and in Yun Rumeng's heart that had just awakened his emotions, a trace of resentment towards his father suddenly dissipated in this meeting.

It seems that everything is going to be very good.

However, she never expected that one day two years later, her father would leave quietly with a letter. On the day she left, her mother was diagnosed as pregnant by the doctor after a burst of vomiting.

......

Do you hate? Yun Rumeng can't tell what kind of feelings she has for her father, but doesn't she hate? She clearly remembers the pain of her mother's own Ling when she was a child, and when the pain cannot be relieved, it is naturally a difficult birth.

She had forgotten what emotions she had when she was holding her newborn Ling'er. It's just inexplicable that when she treats Ling'er, in addition to the love between sisters, she also has a love similar to her mother.

Yun Rumeng took a deep breath, took out an old letter from his arms, and slowly opened it. Slowly open the love that has been spent with him for countless nights, and look at it carefully in the moonlight.

"The Four Criminals"

Li Yaotao, it is the old Pan Lang, trying Chunyan in person. Since farewell to Heyang, he has a long negative and smoked face. Haggard sideburns and Wu Shuang, thinking about the dream soul flying. Sigh paintings, jade masonry are changed. Only then did we see each other again.

Sneaking out of the night is recommended. In front of the dark window, drunk and sleeping. The floating flowers and waves all know each other, who has raised their eyes even more. Hugh asks about the old color and old fragrance, but recognizes it and cherishes it. For another while, the wind and rain were bad, and the wind and rain were scattered.

"This is it. The little servant led Luo Ning to the door of the guest room ten steps before that, and then he didn't move forward. Luo Ning, on the other hand, was still smiling symbolically shy, slowly stepping forward step by step.

And just when Luo Ning was only three steps away from the door, Yun Rumeng suddenly heard a sound of footsteps, instantly woke up from his memory, and hurriedly put the envelope in his arms.

But it's too late. The footsteps reached the doorway, and the unlocked door was pushed open in the blink of an eye.

But Luo Ning, who pushed the door open, actually fixed one foot in mid-air in an instant, and the hand was propped up on the door, and the pupils of a pair of eyes instantly dilated, looking straight ahead. It seems to have seen something incredible.

At this time, Yun Rumeng had just taken his hand out of his arms and raised his head.

Suddenly, two pairs of eyes, one surprised and the other frightened, collided with each other like an electric shock.

PS: 1: "Like a Dream Order" is the work of Li Cunqiao of the fifth generation.

2: "Linglong Four Criminals" is a work of Zhou Bangyan in the Northern Song Dynasty.

3: All kinds of requests.