She didn't have much contact with him, but Zhou Ting didn't know why, since she entered the Penglai Sect three years ago, she would often think of the young man who looked at her on the Yunhai Pier with red cheeks.

During Zhou Ting's three years in the Penglai Sect, in addition to retreating and cultivating, she also left the Dan Vein many times, and in the sect of tens of thousands of people, as if it was yesterday, looking for that person's figure everywhere, but after all, she found nothing.

"Su Hong, if you really return to Huai'an, then tonight, will you come to this long street where the whole town is happy?"

Zhou Ting's eyes fell on both sides of the street below, in the boiling crowd, she had a faint feeling that Su Hong might appear in her field of vision tonight, stepping on the ice and snow of the long street.

The people on both sides of the street will never stop this big day of universal celebration because of anyone's loss and melancholy.

On this day, everyone seemed to have a common tacit understanding, and they placed a fireworks barrel in front of their respective shops.

The shopkeeper standing aside, holding the candle that had already been lit, waited for the old voice to sound throughout the long street.

Behind the shopkeeper, the excited eyes of children stared at the fireworks barrels on the ground.

The woman who was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks looked back at her husband and son, and her eyes were filled with happiness.

Then, the old mayor with a wrinkled face and a hat and a coat staggered to the center of the long street and shouted loudly in his hoarse voice.

"It's the New Year. “

At this moment, everyone lit the candle in their hands towards the lead of the fireworks.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom............. “

Layers of sound echoed over this snowy town, and the colorful fireworks bloomed with its unique beauty.

"The smell of home. “

Su Hong looked up, what a familiar scene, a happy smile appeared on his face, stepped on the ice and snow all over the ground, and ran briskly towards the gate of Huai'an Town.

The cheers of the crowd in his ears made his pace speed up a little, and the familiar scenes on both sides of the street slowly melted his heart that was about to freeze.

Su Hong's heart was full of scenes from the old man leading him through the long street.

"Su Hong......?"

In Zhou Ting's eyes, the figure running through the ice and snow on the long street is not Su Hong, who else can there be?

She hadn't had a smile on her face for many days, but at this moment she slowly stretched out, turned around and ran down the stairs and ran out of the gate of Tianyue Inn.

"Old locust tree, I haven't seen you for three years, don't you come to harm?" Su Hong stopped, and in front of him was the old locust tree that had stood for many years, but was not flourishing.

His gaze then rested on the white-haired old man with his back to the tree, burying his head in the pig's trotters.

"Hey, another poor wandering old man. Su Hong raised his footsteps, and then remembered that there was not a trace of silver taels in his arms.

Under the locust tree, the old man who was gnawing on the pig's trotters under the greasy clothes and messy white hair, saw that the person in front of him was a young man, he took a pist, and then the pig's trotters in his hand fell to the ground with a "glare".

The young man's appearance was different from that of anyone he had seen in the past two years sitting under the locust tree, but this strange handsome face, although he had been crazy for two years, still had a vague impression.

He seemed to remember the moment he stood up and peeled off his messy white hair.

"Aoki?"

As the old man stepped forward more and more, this strange face with a familiar face slowly overlapped with his vague memory, which looked all the way to the age of sixteen, and the young man called him Grandpa Liu, Aoki, slowly overlapped.

"Are you ...... Aoki?" the old man took two more steps forward, and at this moment he could finally be sure that the young man in front of him was the person he was waiting for in his vague memory, Su Hong

"Aoki, Aoki, you're Aoki, you're Aoki...... Are you ......" The old man's lips kept shaking, and his mouth kept muttering.

"You?" Su Hong's body shook and fell back two steps, this familiar voice, except for Lao Pu, who is the same generation as his grandfather at home, and Grandpa Liu Wenju, who else can there be?

Without waiting for Su Hong to slow down and come forward to inquire, Liu Wenju, who was already crazy, said: "Dehai, if you have a spirit in the sky, open your eyes and take a look, I will live up to your trust, and finally wait for Aoki to go home." “

Liu Wenju's words, like thousands of heavenly thunders, blasted into Su Hong's body at the same time at this moment, exploding in every inch of his muscles and veins, flesh and blood.

In the vast snow, Su Hong's body froze in place, motionless, and the tears in his eyes were like a flood bursting the embankment, gushing out.

Seven years ago, it was a night of pouring rain and lightning and thunder.

The young man was lying on the bed, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and all the doctors in the whole Huai'an town were helpless.

"Wenju, what to do, what to do, Aoki I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tonight. “

Su Dehai, who had a rickety back and gray hair, held the young man's hot palm tightly, old tears kept falling from his eyes, and he looked helplessly at the old man beside him, Liu Wenju, who also looked anxious and thin.

"Dog's day, a group of incompetent dog quacks in Huai'an Town. Liu Wenju smashed his fist on the side of the bed, and after a long time, he met the eyes of Su Dehai who was full of tears: "Dehai, only now, we can only take Aoki to Jeju." “

"Okay, go to Jeju, if my grandson has three games and two shorts, I won't be alive. Su Dehai pondered for a moment, wiped away the tears on his face, and seemed to have made up his mind in his cloudy and red eyes.

In front of Su's house, two elderly people, dressed in robes and hats, took turns carrying the dying teenager on their backs, and walked forward in the dark night of heavy rain.

In the "boom" of the sky, silver lightning illuminated the earth.

The two old men pulled mountains and waded through rivers, and after five hours of hardships and dangers, they finally came to Jeju Mansion and the city gate before they were about to fall to the ground.

In the middle of the night, in the heavy rain, this iron gate that blocked the entrance to the inside and outside of the city, it was like a heavenly knife aimed at the top of the young man's head, if he could not push it open, the young man would definitely die tonight.

The two old men looked at the city gate in front of them, their eyes showed despair, sadness, and they were unwilling.

"I'm going to fuck you. “

These two old men, who had rarely spoken foul language all their lives, carefully lowered the young man under the city gate, raised their weak fists, and smashed them into the city gate one by one.

"Who, the in the middle of the night, still don't let Lao Tzu sleep?"

Two hours later, the guard guarding the city gate was awakened in his sleep by the sound of slamming the door from outside the city.

On the gate in front of him, there were countless fist marks dripping with blood, and in the rain of blood dripping, there were two old men who thought they were dying.

When the old man saw the city gate open, he had a triumphant smile on his face, but then he lost his strength and passed out.

"Dead man. “

"The old beggar is dead. “

"The old beggar of the Su family is dead. “

The streets were filled with the howls of the crowd like pigs.

Zhou Ting stood beside her, looking at Su Hong's now distracted appearance from beginning to end, and at the moment when the crowd shouted and screamed, she took two steps forward and stretched out her jade hand to Su Hong's shoulder.

Su Hong raised his head violently, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, two bloody tears slowly flowed from his eyes, turned around and rushed in the direction of the howling crowd, and rushed over at a very fast speed.

The old man in the snow, surrounded by the crowd, only felt that behind him, a pair of powerful palms peeled off the body, and then saw a young man in black, holding the old man whose body was constantly twitching in his arms.

Everyone pointed fingers and talked non-stop, but after seeing the young man raise his eyes that shed blood and tears, and exuding a cold murderous intent, they all took a few steps back.

"Get out. “

Su Hong just said this word, and the onlookers retreated to the front of the store, not that they were really so obedient, but this voice made them dare not have the slightest suspicion, if they didn't disperse quickly, I was afraid that there would be a fatal disaster.

"Su Hong, he has long been delirious, give him this Qingling Pill to take, and it can also ensure that he returns to the light, so that he can be sober for a moment. Zhou Ting handed the green pill in her hand to Su Hong's eyes.

It's just that when she saw that Su Hong took the pill and blood and tears kept flowing in her eyes, Zhou Ting's heart was inexplicably painful to the extreme, and her originally beautiful face faintly showed signs of tears.

After Liu Wenju swallowed the pill, his body slowly stopped twitching, and his sloppy gaze also had a faint luster.

"Grandson, don't cry...... Liu Wenju stretched out his hand, but he couldn't touch Su Hong's face, as if this short distance was already a world away for this dying old man.

Su Hong lowered his head and put his cheek close to Liu Wenju's thin right hand, but the old man could touch it, in addition to his cold cheeks, there were blood and tears that kept flowing from his eyes.

"Don't cry, Grandpa Liu will be satisfied if he can see you again. Liu Wenju's voice, like a mosquito flying, was a little quieter.

Su Hong didn't speak, and hugged Liu Wenju's thin body tightly in his arms.

"In the iron box under your grandfather's bed, there is a suicide note left for you, and the causes and consequences of the incident are all recorded in the ...... Village...... Inside. Liu Wenju's eyes were like a slowly closing city gate.

Grandpa Liu ....... “

The moment Liu Wenju closed his eyes, he vaguely heard the child who had grown up watching him since he was a child, trying all his strength and shouting out his honorific title.

Su Hong hugged Liu Wenju's body tighter, and his sad voice spread all over the long street, echoing in the night sky of this town where it was snowing heavily.