When Zhu'an returned to He's house, he heard a burst of wanton childlike laughter from a distance, he looked into the yard through the low fence wall, Weaving Dream set up a small swing for the children in the yard, Helan stood behind and pushed Hezhou swing, and the two children were having fun.

Weaving Dream sat on a small stool under the eaves, with his head down, not knowing what he was doing, but he could only see his fingers turning and a smile on his lips, bright and gentle.

It's strange that Zhu'an's somewhat restless mood was instantly ironed properly, and he felt the subtle changes in his mood, and couldn't help but laugh.

Perhaps, what happened in the morning was not so bad, and it was a rare experience.

"I'm back. ”

The children were attracted by Zhu'an's voice, and ran over from the swing with a smile, hugging Zhu'an, and shouting happily: "Brother Zhu'an!" "We've been waiting for you for a long time, look at you, this is the Qianqiu that my sister gave us!"

Children always have fun.

Weaving Dream had already sensed his breath before she spoke, she hurriedly took the things in her hand and hid them in her pocket, and also stood up, smiling as the children walked in with him.

"Brother, you're back. ”

In fact, I was a little curious about what she was hiding and couldn't show him, but Zhu'an just smiled and nodded.

"Well, it's back. ”

Weaving Dream rubbed the children's heads, coaxed them to play, and didn't directly ask Zhu'an about the results of his trip, and circled around Zhu'an twice.

Zhu'an just stood quietly and generously let her look at it.

Weaving Dream suddenly stood still, stretched out his hand and gently patted Zhu'an's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Hard brother." ”

Zhu'an turned his face sideways and saw that the clothes on his shoulders were stained with some dust, probably rubbed on during the fight, and he didn't notice it in a hurry.

There is dust on the clothes, and the position of the Changqing sword hanging on the waist has also changed slightly.

It didn't go well, Weaving Dream didn't care but didn't ask, just reached out to help him pat the dust off his shoulder.

Zhu'an stretched out her hand and rubbed her soft long hair, and her voice softened, revealing a little tiredness, as if she was coquettish, "The person you want to visit is not at home." ”

"Huh, did you pounce?"

Zhu'an nodded, took the initiative to talk about today's encounter, without the slightest concealment, Weaving Dream sat on the small stool and listened quietly, occasionally asking a few words. Now that I talk about it, it's really funny.

Weaving Dream couldn't help but cover his lips and laugh after hearing this, "I didn't expect that a group of notorious sand bandits still have such a side, if it spreads, it will definitely make people laugh, how can anyone be afraid of them." ”

"People are not afraid of them, but of ravens. ”

Dream Weaver also thought that the raven was very concerned, "Then go again tomorrow? Maybe the raven will come back tomorrow." ”

Zhu'an shook his head, and didn't plan to go again for the time being, "Maybe it's a bad time to go, and I'll come to visit again when I have time in the future." ”

Rather than guessing the identity of the raven, it would be more realistic to go directly to the dock city to find out the identity of the raven, and put the hope on such an elusive person as luck as one

In the end, there is no way to choose, if Wucheng can't find anything, it's not too late to try your luck.

The two talked, Aunt He came out of the house, saw Zhu'an coming back, and greeted with a smile: "I just said that I heard the sound is back, I'm hungry, right? Come in and eat, Aunt He made a few new dishes today!"

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After dinner, Weaving Dream seemed to have something to do, so he hurried into the room and didn't come out for a long time.

Could it be something to do with what she's hiding today?

What is it?

He thought about it too much, sat at the table and looked like he was wandering out of the world, and when he came back to his senses, he met Aunt He's floating eyes, with some unclear smiles in his eyes, which made Zhu An a little confused.

Did something happen to him after he went out today?

After he came back, Weaving Dream didn't talk to him, thinking that it shouldn't be a bad thing, but if something good happened, then it shouldn't be left unsaid......

He didn't come up with a clue until he returned to his room after bathing.

That room was originally prepared for He Zhou, Aunt He called He Zhou to sleep with them, cleaned up the room and vacated it for him to live, there were not too many furnishings in the child's room, and he could see it at a glance.

There was a small box on the table, and a thin piece of paper was pressed under the box.

Zhu'an reached out and removed the box, picked up the piece of paper, and recognized it as the word Dream Weaver at a glance.

"The gentleman of the past is more virtuous than jade, gentle and zealous. The long-term love is as cold as frost, and it is inevitable to be lonely, and the jade ring sword spike is given, and I hope that this complements each other. ”

When the box was opened, there was a sword spike woven from turquoise silk rope, headed by a double wing coil, and a jade ring as blue as water was hung, decorated with neat tassels, glowing with warmth and luster under the candlelight.

A very beautiful sword spike.

Today everything is explained.

Zhu An picked it up and held it in the palm of his hand and looked at it over and over again, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

In the end, he carefully hung this sword spike on the hilt of the Changqing sword, which fit very well, but complemented each other.

Approximately, the emotion contained in the name of the sword of Changqing, he realized.

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Weaving dreams don't seem to have seriously given any gifts to his brother.

This gift is not just prepared today, but I haven't thought about what to give it before.

When she first arrived at He's house to borrow it, she saw Aunt He looking for something, she ran to help take down a sewing basket from the cabinet, and carried a gadget that fell down, Weaving Dream bent down to pick it up, and held it in her hand to see that it was a knot woven with silk rope, Aunt He came over to take a look, and wondered: "When did this thing go?"

"Aunt He, what is this?"

"This thing is called a long knot, that is, an amulet, which represents interdependence and never ends. It's really good luck for Uncle He, it's true, this bad old man is throwing it away again!"

"Aunt He...... Can you teach me?"

She practiced martial arts and could skillfully control all kinds of weapons, even flying flowers and fallen leaves, silk and bamboo orchestras, and no matter how gentle and lingering things came to her, they could only be used as weapons. Master Hana had never taught her anything else

things, she doesn't seem to know anything except martial arts, and she can't even make a little gadget for her own children.

Seeing this amulet, she wanted to make one for her brother as well.

No, you can't learn.

Aunt He was naturally willing, and taught her hand by hand, but she always felt that the knot she made was crumpled, and she couldn't take it, so she didn't dare to let her brother find out, so she could only practice secretly all night, but fortunately, she finally made progress.

When Zhu'an went out of the door, she began to move, one rope and one line was extremely focused, and carefully added a jade ring.

That jade ring is the only thing she brought out of the Phantom Flower Palace, strictly speaking, it is not a gift, but when she was very young, Hua Nai threw it to her in order to calm her down when she was crying and panicked, although the color is good and the texture is mild, but it is just a small broken jade that is readily available in the Phantom Flower Palace, it is very common and common, but she has always regarded it as a treasure and treasured it with her until now.

She wanted to give her precious treasure to her brother, and with her blessing and the amulet she had knitted herself, she would bless him with peace and longevity.

When it was done, she was still a little apprehensive, although Aunt He had praised her for doing a good job, she still didn't dare to give it to Zhu'an in person, so she could only take advantage of Zhu'an to bathe and secretly put it in his room.

Then he hid in the room and wondered if his brother would like it.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on her door, the way her brother was used to knocking, and she felt her heart knock as well.

The heart was beating hard.

She almost knocked over the stool when she got up, but she patted her cheek to make herself look more calm, and then opened the door.

Zhu An stood outside the door, his eyes wandered to the side, naturally revealing the long love sword he was wearing on his waist, but he couldn't hide the blush on his face, he covered his lips and coughed, trying to pretend to be casual as much as possible, and pressed the corners of his lips.

"Ahem...... That, Ameng, is my sword spike pretty?"

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They stayed at the He family for an extra day, and then said goodbye to the four members of the He family seriously, ready to continue the journey.

Aunt He stuffed a lot of food for Weaving Dreams, although she really loved the two of them as children, she felt very reluctant in her love, but she still smiled with Uncle He and wished them all the best, Helan Hezhou's emotions could not be restrained like adults, and they cried hard while grabbing their sleeves, until Weaving Dreams repeatedly promised to come to see them, and the two children wiped their tears and stopped crying.

The tearful Helan grabbed Weaving Dreams, and her voice was full of reluctance, "It's an agreement!

Zhimeng stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of Helan's eyes, nodded and smiled: "Okay, never break your word." ”

No matter how reluctant you are, there will always be a time to separate.

The brothers and sisters of the He family stood at the entrance of the village, reluctantly watching the two of them leave side by side as when they came, and gradually took over the food of Aunt He in Weaving Meng's hand, Weaving Dream carried her straw hat on her back, and walked away together, the figure became farther and farther away, and soon disappeared into the sky.

Although there is always separation, the two of them seem to be far removed from the word separation.

Asked the direction the location of the general's mound is almost close to the vicinity of the dock city, and the distance is remote, they

It takes some time to cross the desert and another day to get there.

When it was hot at noon, Weaving Dream put on her straw hat to shield herself from the scorching sun, occasionally stopping to find a stone in the shade to rest for a while, and soon set out on the journey, but fortunately, there was no more wind and sand in the desert during the day, and the progress went much smoother.

Before you know it, it is evening, the remnant sun is like blood, the desert is like the sea, they are like two insignificant boats in the sea of sand, and they will be submerged in the next second.

Stepping on the golden remnant sun, the figure was stretched very long, obliquely imprinted on the sand dunes, the wind weaver lowered his head to cover the grass hat on his head to avoid being blown away by the wind, and the black hair slipped out of his white fingertips, so beautiful that he couldn't speak.

When she looked down, she saw a horse galloping a few miles away, and on the back of the horse sat a man in a clothed man, who seemed to be a passing traveler.

It's rare to meet passers-by in the desert, and I can't help but look at it twice, thinking that it will be a sense of joy of a chance encounter, but these two glances only feel that the black image in the sunset is a black crow screaming sadly across the line of sight, with indescribable tragedy.

Perhaps, the man saw him too.

It's just that no one stopped hurrying, like two tracks that met by chance and parted ways, they ran in two different directions, with an uncertain future, life and death unknown.

Many years later, Zhu An always thought back to if he had walked towards Lingyike at that time and let the two trajectories meet, would not have happened that thing that he regretted for the rest of his life.

Of course, this is all an afterthought, and there is no if.

Everything in the world, no if, there is a word cloud:

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried. Helplessly, the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening.

Rouge tears, drunk together, when heavy. Since people grow and hate water, they grow up.

(End of chapter)