They are all looking forward to the day of marriage, marrying a beautiful daughter-in-law and having a big fat boy. Chen Feng said that he wanted to be Hong Liang's son's godfather, and Hong Liang said that he would not be able to drink him into the cave room at Chen Feng's wedding. Thank God that life is so beautiful. Two happy little singles, chatting silly about the future of the sky. There is no if, they just want to live an ordinary life, marry a daughter-in-law, have a son, and hold a grandson. From black hair to white head, from a strong guy to a bad old man. How nice that would be.

Walk to the window, hold the cold bluestone with both hands, and look at the sky through the tall birch trees. It's not dark, the night sky is so blue without the moon, and a few bright stars are starry

It was so striking that it looked like the night they had seen in the middle of the night drinking beer on the playground.

Turning around, the flowing white light illuminated the sonorous and calm body. It was as if those days were hidden behind those closed eyes. When I opened my eyes, my eyebrows were white, my children and grandchildren were around my knees, and I was drinking tea and wine. Close your eyes, yin and yang are forever separated, the dream of the family is shattered, and the loss of a child is white.

Turning around and walking out of the stone house, he stood under the birch tree and let the night breeze caress his unconcealed body. The heart is turning over the river and the sea, which is not at all like the flowing water under the starlight in the distance. He ran in the night, the faint white light chasing heavy gasps. When I came to the river, I plunged down, and the river surrounded my whole body, as delicate as silk.

Floating on the surface of the water, the white light reflects on the bottom of the water. The stars cast a blanket of sky on the calm water, and Chen Feng gave birth to a moon on the water.

Kneeling in the mud by the river, his hands on the wet ground, his heart almost beating out of his chest. I don't know when someone from outside the valley will break in, and how he will deal with it. Hong Liang has already died, and his stay is undoubtedly equivalent to a funeral.

"Are you ready?" I don't know when, Chen Cheng came to the river, and watched Chen Feng swim from the center of the river to the shore in the night. "You can't save Hong Liang if you stay here. As long as he doesn't destroy Hong Liang's body, there's always a chance to resurrect him after you recover your mana. ”

"How long?" Chen Feng knelt in the water and looked at her, "I can wait, a year, ten years." But Hong Liang's parents can't wait. It's nothing if he doesn't contact his family for three days, but what about a few days later? When will I be able to regain my mana? Even if he recovers his mana, how can I wake him up? Can you tell me? ”

The river-soaked hair stood on end in a clump like a round sea urchin. Kneeling in the soft mud and looking at Chenxiao, an angry hatred filled his body. He didn't know what it was for, on the one hand, he was grateful for the life-saving grace of Chen Cheng several times, but on the other hand, he couldn't say that he didn't want to see her, or it was an innate rejection.

In this situation, Chen Cheng remembered Chen Feng's crazy appearance during the battle with Thor, like a frightened child, but he said that he was not afraid. She couldn't help but smile a little, lowered her head slightly, and sighed softly.

"If he kills you, the next Anemo doesn't know how long it will take for the next Anemo to appear. Maybe a few hundred years more. Even if I can protect Hong Liang until then, he may not be willing to let him come back to life. What's more, now that the senior brothers and sisters have not awakened the mana of the descendants of the annihilation after the last war, and the injured have not yet healed. If something happens to you again, who else in this world can contain him? ”

Chen Feng was suddenly startled in his heart, sat in the water with his butt, and never spoke again.

……

On the fourth day, the sun seemed to rise earlier than usual, and the fog in the vast mountains was easily dispelled. In this Yanshan Mountain Range, this is the only bit of pure land left. The mana of the wind gods of the past generations has gathered here, and mortals will never be able to get closer, nor will they discover that there is a separate kingdom hidden here. There are no subjects, no transportation, no chaos in the world, only patches of white birches and dark clouds of red pine trees watching the passage of time for thousands of years.

From decades to centuries, every once in a while, a young man comes here and becomes the owner of the canyon. Changing clothes, changing looks. One after another, even the black dragonflies flying among the grass are hoping that they can have a wife and children here, and live a safe life. But as fate would have it, in the thousands of years of young people who came here, none of them had been able to go from black hair to white hair. Like a shooting star, it ends its tender life in a hurry.

For a moment it seemed to have really waited, when a strong, handsome young man brought a girl dressed in white, and they lit up the silence of the eternal. But for some reason, one day the girl slept quietly, and it was a hundred years of sleep. And that brave young man never returned. Shortly after the young man left, a down-and-out woman barged in with her son in her arms and lived in the stone house until he grew up.

I don't know when, the son helped the woman out of the canyon, and the pine trees on the distant mountains looked at his back, like the child who never came back.

A hundred years later, the sleeping girl woke up, just as she had fallen asleep. She ran out of the canyon like crazy, looking for a message that the young man had left behind in the world. She failed, and he never came back.

Perhaps by chance, she found that she could not find the two rings he had made, and finally came to her senses, and left the canyon with tears in her eyes and a smile. Every once in a while she would come back to see the tall birches, the dark green pines, and the calm waters. He was in a daze in the stone house he had carved with his own hands, letting the sunlight shine through the leaves and dappled his face.

This time, he brought back two children, two boys. For some reason, they were all badly injured, and one of them still hasn't woken up. The child who wakes up eats a lot every day, and eats black and strong. Sometimes he cries, sometimes he laughs, and he smells a little bit of the young man......

The sun seemed to rise earlier than usual on this day, and the fog in the canyon was easily dispelled. For several days, the young people outside the valley had been wandering in the mountains, their white shirts dazzling in the daylight, illuminating the darkest corners of the Valley of the Wind Gods.

He always tried again and again, trying his best to get to the canyon. But the mana of the wind god was like a maze, and he was confused countless times, and he walked out of the edge of the canyon stupidly. Or it triggered the barrier that enveloped the canyon, and in the blink of an eye, it went from one end of the canyon to the other end of the canyon. But the boulder in the mountain knew, the tall birch knew, and the dark green pine and cypress knew that the obstacle could not stop him, and he was about to come in.

The haze that had receded early made the morning even brighter, and Chen Feng stood in the slightly rippling river and looked down at his shadow. The self in the water does not look the same as in the mirror, the same black fat man, the same strong, but a little more silly cuteness. He couldn't help laughing, shyly stomach, happily soaked urine in the green river, swaying left and right, startling the little fish in the water to flee in all directions.

I remember that he was like this when he was very young, in his hometown in Texas, he would run to the yard after every heavy rain and roll in the stagnant water. Grandpa always sits at the door, smiling at his grandson playing in the water with a cigarette pouch. Sometimes he would come over and squat beside Chen Feng, holding his grandson's chick× the chicken to let him pee, and laughing at the strings of ripples in the small puddle.

Having the love of his grandfather is the happiness of Chen Feng's life. At that time, he was so naughty that he couldn't sleep well at night, running around on the kang with his bare buttocks. In fact, it's no wonder that he is not surprised, every night grandpa will burn the kang head very hot, the little boy is strong, he lies on the kang like there are two fires inside and outside, and he is panicked. Whenever this time, grandpa would hold him, holding his arm with one hand, and scaring Chen Feng with a hot copper cigarette pouch pot with the other: "If you don't obey again, I will scald the finch and eat it." Chen Feng was always so frightened that he cried, and when he was tired of crying, he fell asleep in his grandfather's arms.

"After so many years, I don't know how Haizi has been." He remembered the boy who had bathed in the pond with him, "Maybe, there will be a chance to meet again......

Hong Liang lay motionless on the cold stone slab. There was no trace of sadness on his bloodless face, I don't know if he knew Chen Feng's situation at the moment, and I didn't know if he was worried that Chen Feng would leave him and run for his life alone.

Walking around in front of Hong Liang, thinking about where he would stay. He had recovered from his injuries for a few days, and he had no major obstacles to running and jumping, and the night before he had even made a gust of wind in the canyon that had broken the thick branches of the birch trees by the river. What are the chances of winning if you fight your opponent with such a body? But the problem is that he doesn't know how powerful the other party is, and in that scene three days ago, he could only kneel on the ground and have no power to fight back...... Maybe as Chen Cheng said, if he also dies, no one will wake up Hong Liang again......

Turning around to the window, the afternoon sun was hot and terrible. The pleasant comfort in the Valley of the Wind God seems to have become an illusion, and the sun shines on the chest, and it hurts hotly.

"It's finally here......" Chen Feng said to himself, looking back at Hong Liang, frowning, his eyes suddenly becoming warm. Wait until I get back! ”

Almost instinctively, stepping on pebbles large and small, I followed the river to the bottom of a mountain. He could feel the aura emanating from Chen's son, and at the same time, he could also feel a surging and angry murderous aura coming from the top of the mountain.

From a distance, Chen's white clothes fluttered in the wind. The man standing across from her was a shadow that wasn't very clear. He didn't know what the conversation between the two men was at the top of the mountain, but it was clear that Chenhui couldn't persuade him to leave.

She took a step back, and she could feel that she was completely suppressed by the other party from so far away.

Looking at everything that happened on the top of the mountain from afar, looking at the two elegant figures, Chen Feng couldn't help but lower his head to look at himself. He didn't have the white veil of the morning sister, nor did he have the smart attire of an intruder. For a few days, he lived completely without dignity, leaving himself with only a fat belly and burns. Unwillingly, he has already lost the battle before he has directly faced it.

Chenhui took another step back, and the white yarn swayed weakly in the wind. The other party stood motionless, his white shirt like a second sun, floating on top of his navy blue pants.