Entrance to the inner courtyard.

Compared with a few years ago, the rockery has not changed at all, but there are a few more weeds on it.

At the door, there was a drunk man lying on his side, looking at the rest of his life with drunken eyes, and let out a few smirks from time to time.

"There is no difference between the old and the old, and it is even sadder when I return..."

"Hehe..."

Suddenly, the drunk man muttered two words in his mouth, changed to a more comfortable position, held his wine bottle again, and fell asleep.

The rest of his life just watched this scene calmly, just like back then.

The rockery is there, the drunk is there, and the difference is that the drunk has become a little older, and the poem has changed.

Suddenly, the tail of the crane seemed to still sit on the rockery every day, pretending to admire the moon, but from time to time he peeked at the inner courtyard.

Chu Yu, on the other hand, was holding his book, sitting quietly at the window, looking at the position of the rockery.

Although their eyes could not meet each other's eyes, they both believed...

At this moment, he/she is.

Ignorant teenagers always have spring.

Maybe only at that age can there be such a simple, or childish love.

Xu Wenxuan's impression for the rest of his life is vague.

The communication between them was only a few words, and the only thing that could be clearly remembered for the rest of his life was to look at Xu Wenxuan's gaze before he died.

That gaze was full of envy and blessing.

Perhaps, they are really the same kind of people.

If...

If you don't have this picture, what is the difference between you and Xu Wenxuan?

At this time, I can't think of an answer for the rest of my life.

Some things are destined to have no ifs.

"What if..."

"You have cultivated the ancient exercises, how terrible your future achievements will be..."

Yu Sheng whispered softly, and finally climbed the rockery with his bare hands like an ordinary person, and after a long time, he sat on the top of the rockery.

It's a pity that it was noon at this time, and there was no bright moon to admire.

But when Yu Sheng lowered his head, he found that there were a few small words engraved beside him.

It's just that due to several years of wind and sun, this text has been a little blurry, but vaguely, you can still see the content clearly.

"Moon-watching, looking at you."

"But no matter how beautiful the moon is..."

"It's too late for you to look back."

Yu Sheng's palm gently brushed away, swept away the dust on the text, and looked at the text seriously, as if he could feel that one night in the past, Xu Wenxuan sat on the rockery, carefully carving the words.

"This..."

"Is that your way?"

He whispered softly.

"Your way has been found at the age of eighteen."

"But my way..."

"I can't figure it out."

Yu Sheng shook his head slightly, with a little confusion in his eyes, and finally climbed down the rockery silently: "It's a pity that I can't learn from your path." ”

"Huh?"

"No... I'm out of wine..."

"Hey, little... Boy, you... Is there any alcohol? ”

The drunkard turned over, subconsciously lifted the wine bottle, shook it, and found that there was no alcohol, so he barely squinted his eyes and looked at Yu Sheng and asked.

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and looked back at the drunkard: "I'm sorry, I have it, but I can't take it out." ”

"Huh?"

"Heh..."

For the rest of his life's self-intriguing answer, the drunkard has no interest, as long as he hears the result.

He staggered against the wall, barely got to his feet, and staggered off into the distance.

Looking at the drunkard's back, the rest of his life fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he looked at the drunkard and asked, "Senior, what is your Tao?" ”

"Dao?"

The drunkard's footsteps did not stop, he did not look back, and walked forward on his own: "What is the way I have..."

"The moment my brothers die, my word is dead..."

"Today... There is wine today... I'm drunk today..."

"See you in your dreams... When we see the past..."

"Hehe..."

The drunkard laughed self-deprecatingly, faded away, and disappeared from the vision for the rest of his life.

For the next few days, Yu Sheng didn't go out, just stayed in his room, carefully observing the egg.

With the passage of time, the breath of life coming from the egg has become more and more intense.

The rest of my life is so quietly witnessing the birth of life.

Until the fifth day of his return to the Ink Academy.

Eggshells shatter quietly in the middle of the night.

The rest of his life, who collapsed on the bed, opened his eyes almost synchronously at the moment of the sound, and looked at the position of the egg in the darkness.

Different from other young birds that had just shot, at this time a bird with plump wings, fiery red feathers, and even faintly emitting flames outward, just stood on the windowsill, looking around with a little blankness, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.

It was as if all this was a dream, and I couldn't believe that I was really born one day.

Because of the fact that it had just taken control of its body, the energy overflowed from its body uncontrollably, and it tried to take a step, taking its first step on the windowsill, confirming that it was not a dream, before it let out a chirp freely.