In a small tea house on the outskirts of Chang'an City, the red flag with the word "tea" flutters in the rain, and the simple grass and wood hut can only shelter from the wind and rain.

Perhaps because of the drizzle, the small tea house was full after a while, and the white-headed old man who was busy making tea on the side was really tired and happy, and he was very busy.

Zhao Hehuan sat in the corner without saying a word, drinking tea as fiercely as drinking, cup after cup, expressionless, and drank it all.

Zhixuan, who was sitting opposite, kept saying, "Hehuan, you drink slowly." Drink slowly. But she didn't see any change in Zhao Hehuan, so she had to shake her head and go with Zhao Hehuan.

Since she woke up, she has been in this state, she can't listen to anyone's words, and the whole person is like dead. This morning, I finally opened my mouth to speak, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I said that I wanted to go to Yintianmen to ask for an understanding, and I wanted to see people and corpses when I lived.

Zhixuan persuaded and persuaded for an unknown amount of time, but to no avail, so she had to give up and go to Yintianmen with her.

Unexpectedly, halfway through, the weather was not beautiful, and it rained, so I had to take shelter here.

On the tea table next to him sat a man dressed a little strangely, and in front of his wide white robe hung a string of huge skull beads, which was very eye-catching.

While drinking tea absentmindedly and looking at the sky, he looked at the simple carriage not far away with an anxious expression, and it seemed that he was in a hurry.

Also absent-minded was Situ Ming, who was pretending to drink tea on the side—he was sure that Mo Tian had followed Zhao Hehuan all the way, but why couldn't he see his trace now.

With such heavy rain, where can he go?

Finally, Zhao Hehuan drank the tea that he didn't know how many cups it was, and pressed the cup on the table fiercely, making a muffled sound of "bang-", which frightened the teapot in the old man's hand and almost shook to the ground, which also caused the strange man to look sideways.

His hand had already secretly and quickly pressed the saber on his waist, and seeing that Zhao Hehuan had no next move, he let go of his hand vigilantly.

"I want to drink. ”

Zhao Hehuan looked at Zhixuan seriously and said sullenly.

"Auntie, where can I get you wine in this wilderness?"

Zhixuan had never seen Zhao Hehuan angry with herself like now, and she couldn't wait to beat her a few times to wake her up before she was willing to give up.

"If a beautiful woman wants wine, is there any reason not to give it? ”

With a familiar joke and concerned laughter, a delicate wine jug bag was carried in the air and dangled in front of Zhao Hehuan, so it was not ostentatious!

Zhao Hehuan raised his eyes and saw the wine jug bag that was swaying, and Ling Yuan's smiling face dodging out from behind the jug!

Ling Yuan was quite satisfied to see Zhao Hehuan's look of surprise, casually handed the wine jug bag to the wood-like Xuanwu on the side, sat on the tea table as if no one was around, squinted his beautiful and long eyes, and asked extremely seductively: "Hehuan, are you thinking about me?"

"People aren't thinking about you...... People are thinking about Mo Tian! Mo Tian!" Zhi Xuan glanced at this Demon Venerable who was too confident angrily, and turned his back with a sigh, too lazy to communicate with him.

"Where's the wine?" Zhao Hehuan's eyes regained their gloom, and he numbly stretched out his hand and went to ask Ling Yuan for a drink.

"Acacia. You don't have a good drink. Don't drink alcohol. I also don't like it when you drink in front of others. Ling Yuan said very seriously, the worry and distress in his eyes were clear.

Didn't he know that it was impossible for him to think about him at this time, but he had to think about it day and night when he woke up and the man was still beside her! But if he could find a way to make her laugh and see her smile, he would feel a lot more relieved.

Eventually, however, she begged him for a drink.

Ling Yuan knew the mood of begging for wine and the taste of drunkenness.

"Ling Yuan. If you have wine, give it to me. Zhao Hehuan lowered her head, she didn't hear the full distress in Ling Yuan's tone, she just wanted to get drunk, and then, forget all this.

"Wine, I can give it to you. But, only one bite. ”

In the end, Ling Yuan still didn't resist Zhao Hehuan's stubbornness, picked up the empty cup in front of her, took the pot bag in person, and poured a large cup full of it.

At the end, he took another empty cup on the side, poured a cup of light daughter red, handed it to Zhao Hehuan, and said commandingly: "This wine is strong." You will drink, and I will follow you. But, only so much. I'll drink with you. ”

Zhao Hehuan didn't look at the depth, just picked up the wine glass handed over by Ling Yuan by himself, and swallowed it with a "bang-" spicy wine, the hot wine was spicy from her throat to her internal organs, burning every inch of her skin!

"Come again. ”

Zhao Hehuan pushed the empty cup to Ling Yuan's hand again, his cheeks had already begun to flush, but his eyes were staring at the table emptyly, like walking corpses.

"Acacia. I said it. Only one cup. ”

Ling Yuan was silent for a moment, the feeling of heartache tearing at his nerves—she was getting drunk for other men, begging him for a drink in front of him.

I said. Again. ”

Zhao Hehuan raised her head slowly, the blood and gloom in her eyes had tortured her beyond recognition, she stared at Ling Yuan deadly, the dryness in her eyes had bottomed out.

I haven't seen her for a few days, and she is haggard like this!

"Acacia. He's dead. You do. It will only make you feel more sad about yourself. ”

Ling Yuan held Zhao Hehuan's shoulder tightly, stared into her eyes, told her the truth, and wanted to take her back and forth from the illusion!

Unexpectedly, the gloom and anger in Zhao Hehuan's eyes became deeper and heavier! So much so that Ling Yuan felt that the despair in her eyes had completely engulfed the Zhao Hehuan she knew.

The two confronted each other for a long time, and suddenly Zhao Hehuan broke free of Ling Yuan's hands, turned around and snatched the wine jug bag from Ling Yuan's hand like a drunkard, and shouted drunkenly: "Wine!

In the woods, a gust of wind blew, and Situ Ming saw Mo Tian's figure standing in the woods drenched, his eyes were the same lonely.

When the wind blew away, everything returned to the same, as if everything was just Situ Ming's dazzle.

Zhao Hehuan grabbed the wine jug bag, raised his head and opened his mouth, and poured the whole bag into his mouth!

"That's enough! Zhao Hehuan! How long do you have to torture yourself! Mo Tian, he's already dead! Already dead! Do you understand?!"

Ling Yuan held his breath, snatched the wine jug bag from Zhao Hehuan's hand, and threw it on the ground on the side with a "pop-" sound, and the unfinished wine flowed out along the mouth of the pot, spreading the wetness all over the ground.

"He didn't! He didn't! He didn't! He's just lying to me!

Zhao Hehuan's hands hung down heavily, shouting hysterically like crazy, crying and trembling, in this stormy little tea pavilion, he seemed so lonely and helpless!

Ling Yuan's heart seemed to be blocked by thousands of mountains and rivers, breathless, and lowered his eyes, looking at Zhao Hehuan's self-deception and bottomless venting.

In the woods, Mo Tian's figure trembled, wanting to take a step forward, but in the end, he retreated back to his original place and disappeared in the dense forest.

The rain, carrying the wind, hit him in the face, reminding him to be sober and restrained.

Ling Yuan sighed deeply, gently grabbed Zhao Hehuan's body, patted her on the back gently, comforted her who was so fragile that she had collapsed, and muttered to himself, "It's not good to blame me, I shouldn't yell at you." ...... that should be slowly accepted"

Zhao Hehuan's already broken emotions burst at the moment when Ling Yuan took her, and she whimpered in Ling Yuan's arms, tears soaked his chest, piercing Ling Yuan's heart like a needle, but he couldn't leave.

Ling Yuan stroked Zhao Hehuan's head a little awkwardly and comforted softly, "It's okay...... It's okay...... Hehuan is fine......"

The wind mixed with the rain blew into this small tea pavilion, the table top was already wet, Ling Yuan protected Zhao Hehuan in his arms, blocking the wind and rain for her, but his back was already soaked.

In the woods, Mo Tian's long hair was already soaked, and there was no one on his body that was dry. He lifted his wet eyes, looked at the woman he loved in a fog, and cried like a dry river.

If you can hug her, you can do whatever you want him to do.

When Situ Ming saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh, but he couldn't say anything, he could only pretend to be thirsty and buried his head in the cup.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Although the skull-headed man on the side seemed to be casually making tea, he was no longer in a hurry, and whenever several people mentioned the name "Mo Tian", the movements in his hands paused.

Finally, when he realized that he could no longer learn any other information from a few people, he slowly put down the teacup, and put a night pearl on the table as the cost of tea, and walked straight to the carriage.

The old man was holding the night pearl and was about to say that he had to say more excitedly, but the big man seemed to have eyes behind his back, and a gust of wind blew through the cuffs of his hand, so that the old man couldn't open his mouth, so he could only stand in place in a daze, watching the departure of the distinguished guest.

The simple carriage moved slowly, but the horseless horse could move forward with the same mind, and the big man sitting outside the carriage was silent for a long time before finally slowly speaking: "Master." I inquired. Mo Shaoxia. Deceased. ”

A roll of residual wind and rain lifted the curtain of the carriage, and at first glance, it was a beautiful woman with a peerless face, dressed in a petal dress, sitting upright, holy and inviolable.

The wind rolled up the long hair between her eyebrows and eyes, and pushed into her red lips, and the thick sorrow was mixed between her Liu Dai's eyebrows, and the red lips said lightly: "Gone ......?"

A cold tear actually fell on the edge of her skirt.

The wind closed the curtain at the right time, and I couldn't see her look clearly......

Wind and rain all the way, dust all the way.