In his sleep, his eyebrows tightened, and he tightened more and more, without any intention of stretching out, as if he was struggling with how to answer the question raised by Baili Changfeng, or thinking about his mother.

"I don't know if he heard it just now!"

Baili Changfeng muttered secretly in his heart, and he didn't know if the words he was worried about what he had just said, or whether his whispered voice had been heard by Mu Guitian.

Immediately, he shook his head self-deprecatingly and sighed with two words:

"How can life be more satisfying, everything is only half satisfied. ”

"Since ancient times, life has been the most taboo, half poor, half rich and half self-sufficient. ”

deliberately kept his voice very low, lest he disturb Mu Guitian's dream and mess with his mortal heart.

After a period of time, he kept staring at Mu Guitian, who was sleeping and unconscious, his face was complicated and unbearable, until Mu Guitian curled up slightly, and the old man subconsciously bowed his waist and wanted to reach out to smooth his deeply locked eyebrows, and halfway through, the big hand that was rough trembled slightly, and slowly retracted back, he still didn't muster up the courage after all.

"Hey!"

The old man, who had experienced the wind and frost and tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, had to sigh, straighten up, turn around and walk to the window, push open the window, a ray of gentle and warm sunlight shone in through the window, sprinkled on Mu Guitian's face, the young man's cheeks trembled slightly, and the curled up body and frowning brows slowly relaxed.

The hundred miles of wind looked up at the scorching sun in the afternoon, and his eyes became extremely deep, like the stars in the night sky, which made people sink into it unconsciously, and it seemed to be a cold front that was about to come out of the sheath, and the atmosphere was compelling.

Ten years of hiding the front silently, once out of the sheath to move the ghosts and gods.

After a moment, he hid the strangeness in his eyes, looked back at the young man who had become quiet and sleeping on the rocking chair, and showed a shallow smile, very warm, like a rainbow after the rain, making people feel like a spring breeze, and then said softly: "Some people are born and are blessed, and some people end up in trouble, half of them are in the fate, half of them are carved by the sun and the moon, and the flat and rugged are different in the end, and they are not expected to be life."

In the midst of the turmoil, how many people can peek through the red dust? The comfortable life will be broken one day, and at that time, I don't know if you will choose to go against the trend in the face of the confusing situation, and you don't know anything? Or are you full of complaints? Mu Yuan, Mu Yuan, you still played a dangerous move after all!"

He could understand Mu Yuan's thoughts, but he didn't dare to agree with his approach, presumably Mu Yuan was also extremely conflicted in his heart, right? I don't want to disturb and interfere with the life of my innocent son, and I can't bear to let his pure heart pretend to be a burden, but I am afraid that one day, Mu Guitian will know all this, his past, the path he needs to take, and the restraints he should have, all of which will eventually turn into a sharp blade, cutting through the tranquility of his life, and then he may also blame himself, even if he doesn't say anything, he will inevitably leave a pimple in his heart, and he will inevitably feel confused.

So on the one hand, he carefully cared for Mu Guitian, brocade clothes and jade food, gorgeous clothes and satin, never missing a penny from him, but on the other hand, he had to hide everything, rivers and lakes, grievances, and hatreds, and never wanted him to get involved.

Weng Ci ordered to cover the soil, and to protect his son in detail.

This is probably the prayer and sadness shared by all parents in the world, who do not want their children to be carefree, healthy and strong, free from the world, and grow up safely, lest they be harmed in the slightest.

"Hey!"

After a long time, the old man sighed again, shook his head, and walked out of the medical hall.

............

Mu Guitian slept for a whole day, and even he didn't know how he fell asleep, he only remembered that he seemed to hear Baili Changfeng whispering something in a daze, but he couldn't remember what the old man said.

When he woke up from his sleepy eyes, the beautiful sunset had dragged his tired body into the western horizon, leaving only a crimson shadow that refused to leave, like a person struggling in the whirlpool of rivers and lakes, poignant and melancholy.

The city of Shengxuan against the backdrop of the afterglow is resplendent and majestic, like a dragon sleeping in the east and about to awaken.

"I slept soundly enough. ”

The young man yawned and sat up, rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist, and suddenly, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly got up, and looked around, the tiresome old man had long since disappeared.

Where he went, when did he leave, Mu Guitian didn't know, and he also didn't know Nie Donglai, who was lying peacefully on the bed, he was still as quiet as ever, even his posture had not changed, even his sword was still standing at the head of the bed, untouched and unharmed.

As for how long it will be in the mouth of the hundred miles of long wind, Mu Guitian has never figured it out, but he doesn't want to know now, through the previous things, he is now 100% sure that the old man and his old man definitely have a friendship, and it must be a shallow friendship, he knows very well about his old man's personality, he also believes in his old man's vision, therefore, he believes in the hundred miles of long wind, since he said that Nie Dong is fine, he is fine.

He is such a simple person, he has never had so many fancy intestines, and he does not bother to study.

The next thing he had to do, and the only thing he could do, was to wait quietly for Nie Dong to wake up.

Moving to the window, looking up, the afterglow of the sunset is still there, and the evening night has come.

The red and dark glow and the shallow and hazy lines complement each other, outlining a brilliant and illusory color, for a while, the young man was a little stunned, at this moment, there is no bustling crowd on the street in his eyes, there is no magnificent and magnificent Shengxuan City, only this dreamlike color is left.

"It's really a sunset!"

The young man stood in front of the window, sighing from the bottom of his heart, even he didn't know why he sighed, why he felt, and a sentence floated out of his mouth inexplicably, like a whisper, like a shout.

Suddenly, a wisp of evening breeze crawled in along the window eaves, like a naughty child, deliberately scratched his cheeks, and instantly a trace of coolness swept through the young man's body, the young man trembled, let out a breath, rubbed his palms vigorously, and a trace of confusion and incomprehension flashed in his eyes, as if he couldn't figure out where this chill came from.

"Could it be that the sky has become bitterly cold now?"

The young man frowned, thoughtfully, and hurriedly reached out to close the window, but the chill on his body did not diminish in the slightest, and the young man's heart became more and more puzzled.

Turning around and coming back to the bed, after roughly checking Nie Donglai's condition, Mu Guitian returned to the rocking chair and stuffed his body in, his eyebrows were deeply locked, and he thought about it left and right, but he couldn't think of a reason.

The young man was gloomy, helpless, and slightly helpless.

For a moment, how Mu Guitian wished that the tiresome old man was by his side at this moment, saying a word of homely things and gossiping, even if he could only listen from the side.

I frequently looked back at the door, but I never saw the entry.