In a small village thousands of miles away from Fuyun Cottage, the head of this village is an old man who is nearly 60 years old.

I saw his cloudy eyes staring at a spiritual position on the desk, and the whole person revealed a gloomy aura.

The fierce light of his chest from time to time in his eyes made his whole person look very penetrating.

Just a few days ago, his son was inexplicably killed in his cellar and burned beyond recognition, and no trace was found at the scene, but he speculated that it must have something to do with it.

Liu Yu!

He already knew that his son had different thoughts about the widow, but he did not tolerate his son's pampering and he was wronged, so he turned a blind eye to this matter.

Just a few days ago, his son had finally dreamed of the widow, but the cellar was burned down that night.

I heard that the widow had saved a blind man before, and when she was in the fire, she found a man who had been burned beyond recognition, also blind.

But no smaller ones were found in these corpses, so it can be seen that there is another person who knows about this matter, and that is the widow's daughter, Xiyan!

But when they thought about it, it was too late to look for her, and they searched the whole village without finding any trace of her, and they might have run away long ago.

No matter how great his own power is, it is limited to this village, and his power outside the village is obviously not so great, so he wants to find her outside of this village, but it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He didn't have hope, but just a few days ago.

A group of people found the place and asked him if he had seen a blind man, and from this moment on, he seemed to see hope.

He began to agitate the villagers, preparing this set of rhetoric, and he did it for the sake of the girl who wanted to use the power of the gang to find her.

The bandits of the famous Fuyun cottage within thousands of miles around.

It is said that they have the name of bandits, but they do not actually be bandits, and they do not burn, kill, loot, and do all kinds of evil like other bandits, but do the opposite and do something to help the people.

According to the attitude of the people he saw at that time to ask the blind man, he guessed that the blind man was either a friend or brother of a certain big man in the cottage, or an enemy, so he had to take advantage of this, and take advantage of the importance that the big man in the cottage paid to the blind man.

So as to bring the disaster to the little girl, so that he does not have to make a move, someone will help him find the little girl, or directly help him get rid of the little girl, so that he can help his son to avenge himself.

Perhaps he had already guessed that his son might have caused the murder because of that widow.

And the perpetrator is most likely the blind man.

He didn't know the specific situation, but all this must be inseparable from the little girl.

So even if he can't find the little girl and can't kill her with his own hands, killing the little girl with the help of others is the only thing he, a father, can do for his son.

Fuyun cottage partial house!

A woman sat in front of the tea party, hands on her abdomen, it was afternoon, behind the curtain of the partial room, a girl just took a bath and came out, wiped off the skin and water, she didn't dress up much before, and she was wearing some patch clothes, so it didn't look special, after washing, put on a new dress, it looked like a porcelain powder doll as white and flawless.

Wearing the clothes prepared for her, a pair of big eyes sparkling, wet hair hanging down her shoulders, looking very cute, plus she herself is in the quiet and elegant type, so the cuteness reveals an elegant aura, plus her immature childishness.

She walked out of the curtain and stood there without speaking, and the woman in front of her saw her and was stunned.

She probably fell into the mortal world by accident

Between the eyebrows, there is an aura that is different from that of mortal women

She's like a feather in the air, you want to touch it, but you can't bear to disturb her quiet

It's better to treat her as a painting and guard her forever...

The woman did not speak, nor did she call her, but just sat quietly admiring such a painting.

It was almost dusk, and the sun slowly burrowed into the thin clouds, turning into a red ball. The western horizon appeared a pink that was redder and more delicate than the face of a fat doll. The sun is the reddest around, so charmingly red. The red spread all around, spreading half the sky, gradually fading from one layer to the next, until it became grayish-white.

The glow of the sunset shone through the cracks in the window and hit her face.

The sunset receded, the sun faded its brightness, leaving the earth with a sorrow in a dark red, perhaps a fear, that brought the world into darkness.

It was as if he had fallen into some kind of memory, and his whole body became terrified.

"Brother! Mother! I miss you so much."

There were tears in her eyes, which seemed to slip down in the next second, but she just smiled and swallowed the tears back into her eyes, and the girl's face suddenly relaxed.

She turned to look at the woman sitting in front of her, "Thank you, thank you."

The woman responded, "You don't have to thank me, these are all things we should do,"

She looked at her, as if she wanted to be alone, and then the woman pushed the door and left, leaving only a word to call her if something happened.

After the woman left, she slowly walked to the door, as if to make sure that there was no one else outside the door, and after confirming that it was correct, she walked to a secluded corner, and suddenly leaned against the pillar in the room and cried, crying like a child who got lost in the night, crying for herself, crying for her relatives who suddenly disappeared, crying about what happened to her, crying about her dazedness, crying about everything.

It seems that it took a long time for the crying to slowly weaken.

After a while, she began to whimper again, and tried to hide her pain with her hands, her occasional sobs turned into a constant low cry, her eyes closed, and she clenched her fist with her teeth, trying to stop the sobbing, but the more she did so, the more she could not help crying.

It wasn't until near midnight that his crying slowly stopped, until no more sounds could be heard.

Finally, a figure outside the door and window began to shake, as if it had been waiting for a long time, and slowly pushed the door in, as if it was afraid of waking someone in the room.

After groping around the room for a long time, I finally saw the petite figure lying on the ground next to the curtain.

At this time, she is like a lost deer, stumbling to find her own place, only to find that the surrounding area seems to be surrounded by walls and fences.

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, but no one wiped away her tears, and no one comforted her.

No wonder it is said that it is an elderly woman who loves her mother and loves her everywhere, and when she saw her like this, the woman was a little distressed, picked her up, put her on the bed, and carefully covered the quilt, for fear that she would wake her up.

Moments later, the woman left.

The wind blew through the treetops, shook off a few leaves, fell in front of you, landed at your feet, leaned down and hooked the leaf with your fingertips, and clamped it in your hand, hoping to retain the breath of autumn.

The people around him watched him stop, he looked at the sky, stared for a long time, let his thoughts fly, his eyes wandered over the top of the tree, the forest, the clouds, and when he woke up, a lot of leaves had fallen at his feet.

The torch in his hand was whirring by the wind, the leaves fell gently, the clouds moved quietly, the wind blew slowly, and the time passed slowly, and there was no sound around, only the sound of the leaves falling, the wind, the whistling of the torches, and the sound of breathing around.

He seemed to remember something, like memories of the past welling up in his mind.

He tried to stand up, but found he couldn't.

Several people around him saw it and stepped forward to help him up.

But I saw him wave his hand, signaling that he didn't need to.

Then, the team moved forward again, this time adding the grinding sound of wheelchairs rolling on the ground and the clatter of touching leaves.

"What a beautiful night!" I don't know who sighed.

"Yes, this night is so beautiful, it's still that night, Lin is still that forest, it's just that the person who admires the night is not the original person!"

"Listening to what the three masters said, it is very fate to have this night, I don't know who is so fortunate to be able to enjoy the night with the three masters, and can make the three masters so unforgettable"

He was stunned, and his thoughts seemed to fly far away.

"It's just some old people!"

Chang'an City, Xuange Compound!

Zixuan walked out of the attic and came to the courtyard.

Walking alone in the courtyard, looking at the dark sky, a car of crescent moon emitted a faint silver light, and there was no cloud and mist to obstruct it, so it appeared brighter and brighter, which was rare to see in the past. In the distance, rows of red brick houses are neatly scattered along the street, all the lights have been extinguished, and the glass of the brick houses reflects the silver moonlight, one after another sparkling, and the sky turns blue in such light.

Just when his thoughts were flying, suddenly a burst of footsteps sounded from behind him, Liu Yiyi came slowly, walked closer, and glanced at the full moon in the sky.

Neither of them was speechless, as if they didn't want to break the beauty of this moment.

The moonlight shines softly and warmly through the branches and leaves of the willow tree by the attic, and falls in the courtyard, and there are two clear backs beside the willow tree, so that they are clothed in moonlight, and their bodies are slightly leaning together, walking forward side by side, happy and serene.

It all seemed to be arranged, and it was like an unintentional landscape.

The moon is exceptionally round tonight, and the night is exceptionally quiet.

It was like the eve of a storm, and it was like the dawn before darkness.

The road under your feet is not easy to walk, and the end of the road ahead is gray and gray, and you can't see the end at a glance.

He stood in the courtyard, looking at the night sky, and couldn't help but feel it.

"The people of the world should do the things of the world, be a guest of the rivers and lakes, and be a chivalrous guest,

The distance of the rivers and lakes, the worries of the court, the blessing of a hundred victories, the disaster of the frontier, the blessing of the best, the disaster should be known, the brunt of the first, it must be done. ”

No matter how good the scenery is, it is only temporary, and the world is in chaos, not permanent.

As a member of this human world, we are as ordinary as everyone else, but we are different because all of us are not ordinary......