People will always make mistakes inadvertently, maybe they don't even know it, and when they suddenly face these mistakes one day, they will suddenly understand that they have done something that has inadvertently hurt others. But sometimes these things that seem to be wrong are not wrong, there are many ways to look at a thing, maybe it's just that everyone's opinion is different, and the choice will be different, but the most important thing is to have a clear conscience regardless of right or wrong, and that's enough.

A few high-pitched shouts stand out from the noise and spread far away, and occasionally a few bargaining voices can be heard, and there are buying and selling businesses everywhere, as if only there is a price, there will be a market, and you can buy anything you want. But there are some things that you can't buy with more money, such as friendship.

In a noisy teahouse, there are many merchants from other places, each of whom is talking about their own unique and undeceived goods, comparing and boasting about each other, as if a fight is about to start.

On the second floor of the teahouse, at a table near the window, a teenager sits, drinking tea, looking down at the lively scene on the street outside.

A slightly dusty black cloak, which seemed to have traveled a long way, a cheek as pale as snow, as if it had just recovered from a serious illness, and a knife that was as black as ink and showed a chill, as if it was not very human.

But not many people pay attention to it, because there are so many people who come and go here every day every year, so many that they are almost overwhelmed, and no one will go to a person who has nothing to do with him. This person is unintentional.

Jiangcheng, a place full of invisible gunsmoke, seems to be so busy forever, and it seems that he has forgotten the time. This is the second time I've come here, but I don't feel like I'm revisiting the old place, because it seems that every time I come here, I have something to do, and I haven't had time to enjoy the unique scenery here.

Wuxin quietly looked at the pedestrians coming and going outside, holding the teacup in his hand, motionless, he seemed to have maintained this action for a long time, so long that he even forgot about himself.

Taking a sip of dry tea, letting the tip of his tongue feel the faint bitterness, and then slowly swallowing it into his stomach, he hadn't sat down like this for a long time to drink a good cup of tea, although he was not a person who knew the tea ceremony at all.

The reason why I like to drink tea is because drinking tea can make a person calm and able to think about many things. He knew that Murong Tang's people should have discovered him a long time ago, maybe it was no secret that he came here, because this was Murong Tang's world. He didn't know what would happen when he saw Murong Qianhe and what the result would be, but he had no choice, he needed to face it after all.

In the flow of people, a thin figure walked slowly, everyone walked very fast, very hurried, as if they all encountered something urgent at the same time, they were all in a hurry, but this thin figure walked very slowly, as if it slowed down everyone's rhythm at once, and seemed a little out of place, anyone who saw it would feel that this was a terminally ill person, otherwise how could his face be so pale, how could he walk so slowly.

I don't know how long I walked, but Wuxin finally came to the destination of his trip, Murong Mansion. The three big characters above the gate appeared in sight, and they also pressed on Wuxin's heart.

The guard standing in front of the door frowned when he saw this strange person who suddenly appeared, and said in an unkind tone: "What kind of person? What do you want to do?" When he said this, his hand was already on the weapon hanging from his waist, as if he would move his hand if he didn't agree with him.

"I'm a friend of your hall master, so I'm bothered to go in and report it. Wuxin nodded and said lightly.

But the guard sneered and said impatiently: "There are many people who say that it is a friend of our hall master, but even our hall master himself doesn't know, he is not something that anyone can see if he wants to, don't make trouble here, leave quickly." As he spoke, his eyes widened, and he glared at Wuxin fiercely, as if he wanted to scare Wuxin away with his fierce face.

Seeing the guards so funny and ridiculous, he couldn't help laughing, but he didn't expect that there was no shortage of such people in Murong Hall, it seems that this is human nature, with a powerful master, I always feel how amazing I have become.

He ignored the angry guards and walked straight inside, if a small guard could stop him, then his friendship with Murong Qianhe would really come to an end.

When the guard saw that the strange man completely ignored his warning, he actually wanted to break in directly, he was stunned for a moment, his hand had already grasped the weapon, and he was about to pull it out, and at the same time scolded loudly in his mouth: "Stop, don't blame me for being rude if you take a step forward!"

I don't know where he came from to be so bold, a discerning person knows that he is not an ordinary person when he looks at his unintentional outfit, and he doesn't know if he is really bold or a little dull.

"Stop!"

At this time, a figure came out of the gate, scolded loudly, walked quickly to Wuxin's body, glared at the guard, and then bowed deeply to Wuxin, and said respectfully: "Shaoxia, the hall master has been waiting for a long time, please." As he spoke, he stepped out of the way and stood aside respectfully.

Wuxin nodded lightly, raised his legs and walked inside, thinking to himself: It seems that his guess is right, Murong Tang already knew that he had come to Jiangcheng, otherwise Murong Tang would not be Murong Tang.

Looking at the back of the strange man who was invited into the mansion by the housekeeper, the guard who was stunned at the door opened his eyes stupidly, not knowing what was happening, but he suddenly felt as if he had made a big mistake, and his heart began to worry and fear. He was just a newcomer who had just arrived, and his status was the lowest in Murong Hall, and there were still too many things to learn.

When he saw Murong Qianhe unintentionally, he suddenly felt that the friend in front of him seemed to be much older, he looked like he had aged dozens of years all of a sudden, his face was no longer ruddy, but looked a little haggard, and his listless appearance had long lost the demeanor that Murong Hall Master should have. What makes a person who once dominated the world and dared to fight for life and death with the golden knife so decadent, I can't guess it without intention.

Murong Qianhe sat on a chair in the middle of the hall, looking at Wuxin who slowly walked in, there was a complicated look in his eyes, making it impossible to tell which was his state of mind at the moment. I saw that he was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "Here it is." "The voice is not as thick as before, and it looks a little tired.

Wuxin nodded lightly and said lightly: "I said that I would definitely come." ”

"Yes, it's a gentleman's word. Murong Qianhe nodded, said slowly, then pointed to the seat next to him, and continued: "Sit." "I look tired, I feel tired to say a word, and I feel like I've changed a person.

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and motioned for the butler to retreat, his brow slightly furrowed as if he had a lot on his mind, as if he had forgotten the purpose of coming here unintentionally.

"I'm sorry for Ling Lang's death, but I have no choice. Wuxin didn't sit down, but said straight to the point, the purpose of his trip is also for this, hoping to resolve this grievance that should not be there through some way.

Hearing Wuxin's words, Murong Qianhe's brows furrowed even deeper, his face showed a painful look, his body trembled slightly, and he struggled to clutch the back of the chair, as if he was in pain.

After a long time, Murong Qianhe finally spoke: "I'm not as stubborn as you imagined, I know what is right and wrong, and I can tell what is black and white, but even if he deserves to die, he shouldn't die at your hands." ”

Perhaps what he is most haunted about is that his son died at the hands of his friends, and he is a friend he values very much, and he doesn't know whether he should forgive or resent, because he knows that there is nothing wrong with Wuxin, what is wrong is that they happen to be friends.

"I don't want to do this either, but it has happened, I came this time, just to come to apologize, hoping to resolve this misunderstanding, whatever you ask me to do, if you want to do it to me, I will never fight back, but please spare me half a life, let me have a life to deal with those real culprits. Wuxin looked at Murong Qianhe and said seriously.

On the way here, he had already thought about it, no matter how Murong Qianhe vented on himself, he would not resist, but the only hope was to live, even if he only had half a life left, because he still had a lot to do.

After listening to Wuxin's words, Murong Qianhe was silent again, his excitement gradually eased, he hesitated for a while, and said slowly: "That's it, this matter will end here, if you can keep your promise and come to my mansion today, it is enough to prove your sincerity, only blame him for choosing a path of no return, no wonder others, I don't want to pursue it anymore, you can go." ”

After speaking, he closed his eyes and ignored Wuxin, but there was a tear in the corner of his eye. No one can be indifferent in the face of the revenge of killing his son, even if his son made a big mistake, but at this moment Murong Qianhe acquiesced to this ending, what kind of mind does this have to be able to do.

Unintentionally hearing Murong Qianhe's answer, he was stunned for a moment, and a trace of admiration couldn't help but rise in his heart, to be honest, such a result was something he didn't expect, he thought that Murong Qianhe would fight against him, but he didn't expect to let himself go like this. But the more this happens, the more he feels ashamed of Murong Qianhe in his heart, and he feels very uncomfortable in his heart.

"Are we still friends?" Wuxin couldn't help but ask this question, which sounded cruel to Murong Qianhe, but it was what Wuxin wanted to know the most, because he cherished the friend in front of him.

Murong Qianhe closed his eyes, sighed, and said slowly: "Yes and what, no, who can know what will happen in the future." ”

Wuxin nodded, was silent for a long time, turned around and walked out, since Murong Qianhe had already said that he would let him leave, then it was time for him to leave, because it was obvious that the last thing Murong Qianhe wanted to see now was himself, maybe when he saw himself, he would think of Murong Baili who died in his hands, and that was indeed an invisible torture for Murong Qianhe.

At this time, a big man suddenly rushed in from outside, glanced at Wuxin, walked straight to Murong Qianhe's side, and said anxiously: "Hall Master, I have found the whereabouts of the young lady." As soon as his words fell, Murong Qianhe, who was leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, suddenly stood up from the chair.

"Where is it?" Murong Qianhe looked at the big man in front of him and hurriedly asked, his face showed a hint of joy that he had not seen for a long time, and his eyes looked forward to it, and it seemed that hope had been ignited again.

Dahan hesitated for a moment, and said with a slightly embarrassed face: "I found it, but the hall master must be calm after hearing it, and the most important thing is to take care of your body." ”

"Say it quickly!" Murong Qianhe couldn't wait any longer, and scolded loudly, but his heart tightened, and he had a hint of foreboding.

When he unintentionally heard the news about Murong Xue, he stopped, listened quietly, and suddenly thought that the reason why Murong Qianhe was so decadent was probably because of Murong Xue. At this time, he suddenly thought that it had been a long time since he had seen Murong Xue since the last farewell in the capital, and it stands to reason that if Murong Xue really wanted to seek revenge on him, he should have found him a long time ago, but he hadn't heard from her for a long time.

Dahan hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "Miss seems to have joined Red Feather, and someone has seen him with Red Feather's killer." ”

Hearing Dahan's words, Murong Qianhe was stunned, he couldn't believe his ears, his son just died because he joined the red feather, but he didn't expect that now his only daughter actually joined the red feather, he didn't know what he did in his last life, God wants to give himself such a punishment in this life.

As Murong Xue's traces became clear, the glimmer of hope that had been ignited in Murong Qianhe's heart was instantly shattered, his face was pale, and he sat on the chair all of a sudden, motionless, his eyes glazed.

No one knows what will happen tomorrow, and no one knows what they will encounter in the future, and will they forget what they insisted on in the first place.

Perhaps, as time goes on, you will suddenly find that you are no longer the same version of yourself, because there are so many things that will make you make some active, passive choices, maybe willingly, maybe no other choice......