On that day, he sat silently by the brook in the mountains.

He was dressed in white and had snow, and his sideburns were like frost. It seems like a long time to sit.

When he was distracted, he saw a young man of eighteen or nineteen, dressed in stone green, riding a white horse, passing over the bridge by the stream.

The young man also looked back at the white-clothed Shengxue's encounter again, intentionally or unintentionally.

Stunned again, his heart suddenly surged and could not be suppressed, could it be that today should be the day when he and Wu Yan met.

Ezhu passed him a signing book, saying that at noon one day, he would see without a word. also said that Wuyan was still an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy. Originally, when they met, speechless should have been in their prime.

Because there are still a few years to go, Wuyan has entered the animal path, so when he is reincarnated as a human again, he is much later, only eighteen or nineteen years old.

It seems that the thing that is destined is not to be missed no matter what.

Although Wuyan is just a teenager, his outline, his eyebrows, his demeanor, and a faint mole on the corner of his mouth are still like that.

I couldn't help but have the urge to cry again. He had waited so long, and now the wordless was right in front of his eyes.

But the person in front of him, he is still a teenager, so childish, and a little strange.

The strange boy also seemed to have lost his mind. Almost fell off his horse.

The movement when he turned over from the horse was still as chic as speechless.

The boy strode towards him again. It was still the appearance of a silent stride meteor, staring intently, without a little hesitation.

It's just that the young man at this time, with tears in his eyes, only took a step and burst into tears. Tears wet the placket.

He didn't seem to notice that he was in tears.

He walked intently to the side of the intently and sat down gently. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that had fallen again, and said, "Why do I feel so much pain in my heart, who are you?" ”

The action does not look like an ignorant teenager at all.

The tears fell again, and I couldn't remember him in the end. But he must have a memory of him, otherwise he wouldn't have wept.

Met again and hugged Wuxian again, put his chin on his shoulder, and the suppressed crying made him almost out of breath.

At this moment, he understood that crying could really have the feeling of a landslide and a crack.

Silent and unmoved, he just obediently let him lay his head on his shoulder and weep. I couldn't help but cry like rain. But the back has always been straight and straight.

"My name is Nan Qiao."

"You used to be speechless."

The young man looked at it again and nodded, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm meeting again."

"Who are you?"

met again without talking, and tears poured out again.

Did the tears shed when he reunited with Wuyan this time drain all the tears of his life?

Did he drain all the sorrows of his life?

Speechless, this young man named Nan Qiao at this time lightly touched the white hair he met again, and said, "I know." How did you get to this point? ”

There is indescribable warmth and love in the words. There is infinite tenderness in the eyes.

He's still so smart, he's still so determined, he's still so gentle to him. Even if he still can't help but say that, even if he has sideburns like frost, he treats him as considerate as in his previous life.

"Let's go, go back with me." The young Nan Qiao gently helped him up and met again.

At this moment again, I knew that I had encountered speechlessness. All the breath and words and deeds of the young man in front of him were wordless, exactly the same. It's like the wordless last life.

At that time, he saw for the first time that there was no word, and the grass grew and the warbler flew. Wordless and dressed in white, handsome and moving, the first time he saw him, it was the same: "Let's go, go back with me." ”

But at the time they were smiling.

His hair is not white, and his smiling face is pure. At that time, he went back with him, without being unfamiliar and without asking why. It's nice to think about.

It's different now.

His sideburns are like snow, and he has been reincarnated as Nan Qiao without a word.

Although he is still a teenager, Nan Qiao's arm strength is amazing, and he can hold it with one hand and meet Fei on the horse.

Neither spoke. There doesn't seem to be a need to speak. It's also a wonderful time.

Nan Qiao took it again and rode back to his mansion. It turned out that Nanfu was actually the Nanping Marquis Mansion in the capital.

Thanks to Erzhu, she found a rich and noble family for Wuyan in this life. Soon a servant came out, and when they heard the sound of the horses' hooves, they knew that it was the prince who had returned.

But when they saw Nan Qiao Shizi hugging a white-clothed and white-haired man off his horse, they were obviously taken aback.

I was also taken aback when I met again. At this time, the Nanhou Mansion was full of lights, and the red silk was wrapped around the doorpost and lintel, looking like it was about to do a happy event.

Nan Qiao said lightly: "Three days later, I will marry the bride." ”

I stumbled again and almost fell. His face was suddenly as white as paper.

"My father was seriously ill, and the emperor gave him a bride in order to rejoice my father."

Seeing that he was standing stiff outside the door, Nan Qiao helped him, "Come on, it's okay." Marrying a woman is just to inherit the emperor's grace, respect filial piety, and do a dojo. ”

spoke calmly, as if he was still a young man who didn't know how to get married, and like a battle-hardened general.

Yu took another breath and closed his eyes. In a trance, the wordlessness at that time was around. At this time, how he wished that the Wordless Divine Consciousness had all returned to its place, and that he had become a stronger Wordless.

But it doesn't seem to be.

When the childish but determined Nan Qiao helped him and entered the backyard again, he obviously felt that there was a black gas with a tail swaying at him in the direction of the main hall.

Nan Qiao didn't notice it at all. The corners of his mouth twitched again, as if he was smiling.

Is it a half-demon or a goblin demonstrating against him.

Yu's face became gloomy again. His blood was even a little colder.

If Nan Qiao, that is, the wordless divine sense, was still there, he would definitely let the demon or demon disappear as soon as he raised his hand at this time. Where can they be allowed to sway and run rampant in their own mansions.

But at this time, Nan Qiao, who was speechless in the last life, was unaware of the vision in front of him.

Nan Qiao helped him to his own room in the backyard and said to the servant: "Ah Qi, the bedding has been changed, and two new beds have been replaced." ”

A handsome young man said in a low voice, "Yes, Shizi." ”

"According to this white shirt, make two new clothes for the son."

I touched my nose again, Nan Qiao didn't know herself. White is the color that Wu Yan likes, and he likes stone green.

But if Nan Qiao really has no memory, how can he be so coincidental that he is wearing a stone green shirt?

I also met a tall and strong man, although he was a little thin, he was definitely not weak. But at this time, the young Nan Qiao took care of him like a patient.

Instinctively straightened his waist again. Nan Qiao was a little shorter than him. At that time, Speechless was not like this, he was half a point higher than him, and he was stronger.

This is Seko's room. I was quite pleasantly surprised. Glazed screens, glazed windows, glazed cups, glazed lamps. Quite brilliantly.

It's everything he loves.

The wordless of the last life only likes carved wood.

The wordlessness of this life, I'm afraid I only remember his preferences. This prince Nanqiao also has a dresser and a dressing box.

It turns out that a rich and noble family like the prince is so exquisite. I got it and I was interested.

And the prince took him straight to the dresser. He sat down, but he turned the screen, and for a moment there was an arm-long scarlet ribbon in his hand.

Tie the head with a ribbon, scarlet. Yu smiled wryly again. This scarlet ribbon, with him, is a perfect match.

Full of white hair, dressed in white, and a scarlet hair ribbon comparable to the length of the legs, it is really like a cut of red plum in the vast white snow in winter, delicate.

What could he say at this point?

Sure enough, Nan Qiao took the red ribbon and gestured to and fro his hair.

He didn't speak, and he didn't move. I have to say that his love for Nan Qiao at this time is even greater than his silence back then.

After all, three days later, it was the day of Nan Qiao's wedding, and his plain appearance was somewhat inappropriate. A red silk headband is also festive.

When I thought that Nan Qiao was going to get married, my heart cramped like a cramp when I met again.

Nan Qiao had just tied the red silk hairband, and there was the sound of the servant's hurried footsteps outside, and he said through the screen: "Shizi, Hou Ye, Hou Ye, he ......"

"Okay, I'll be right here." Nan Qiao said, stretched out his hand to pull it up and left.

Yu whispered again: "Is it appropriate?" What he meant was that he was an outsider, and it was not appropriate for him to rush forward when the old marquis was in danger.

"I couldn't help but cry when I saw you, you must be my most important person. Nothing is out of place. ”

When he met again, he no longer hesitated, and the wind under his feet generally followed Nan Qiao.

The old marquis is really in danger.

When I met it again, I sighed in my heart, the old marquis's illness had no power to return to heaven. I'm afraid his longevity will be over tonight.

Nan Qiao let go of the hand he was holding, knelt in front of the Hou Ye's couch, and said, "Father, my son is back, and I brought back the medicine of Qixian Valley for you, and it will be fried immediately." ”

It can be seen that Nan Qiao and the old marquis have a deep relationship.

The old marquis closed his eyes and smiled forcefully, "I'm going to go with your mother, leaving my son alone." ”

The eyes are full of reluctance.

It is said that the old marquis had a son in old age, and soon after Nan Qiao was born, his mother died soon after he was exhausted due to his age, and it was the old marquis who pulled him up.

"Father will be fine." Nan Qiao's eyes were red.

"Wu'er brought a friend back?"

"Yes father, I finally have friends."

"My son is young and lonely, and he is finally willing to make friends, and he is a little relieved to leave for his father." As he spoke, tears slipped from the corners of the old marquis's eyes.

Nan Qiao stretched out his hand and pulled the clothes that he met again, pulled him to the old marquis's bed, and said, "He met again." My buddy. ”

When my body was a little stiff again, I knelt down stiffly, and with a pop, it hurt to listen.

Before he could speak, the old marquis smiled slightly, "It's a good boy." ”

Maybe it's because of excitement, maybe it's because of the lack of breath, and suddenly gasping for air.

In a hurry, he secretly gave him a sigh of relief.

casually pulled the corners of his mouth and tried to smile. Untimely and hurriedly greeted: "Master Hou is auspicious." ”

The old marquis calmed down a little, and smiled hard: "My son Nanqiao is simple by nature and doesn't like to make friends. It is his blessing to have a handsome friend like you now. Although outsiders look at my son as a little lonely, in fact, he is very simple and kind. Don't misunderstand him. ”

"No, it won't. Master Hou will be fine. "I hurriedly accosted me again.

After saying something against his will, he hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed three times in a panic.

Suddenly, I felt the soul sword in my sleeve move, and my heart sank again.