Time flies, time flies, and in a flick of a finger.

Every encounter in life is a reunion after a long absence, accompanied by the rapid changes of each day.

For Liu Yuqing, what the years will never change is that the man always wears a hat to hide his face. However, the color of the silk under the brim of the hat is sometimes black, sometimes white.

In addition, men are becoming more and more fond of drinking. From a gentleman who drinks freely, to a hearty one who is not drunk and does not return. Wine, like a loose horse, releases wild horses, indulges the wildness in the depths of the heart, as if only after getting drunk, can you feel true physical and mental freedom.

In Liu Yuqing's memory, there are two times that are the most impressive.

Once, in the middle of summer, in the lush bamboo forest, after teaching the supreme mastery: "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect".

The scene at that time is vivid.

"Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect is the highest realm in swordsmanship, once this trick is used, the ten thousand swords in the world will be like a servant to see the master, like worshipping the gods and surrendering to your sword energy. The man demonstrated, a coldness flashed in his eyes, and the whole person burst out with an aura that made people feel a strong desire to attack, and the sword intent was Lingran, rushing straight into the nine skies, sweeping in all directions, as if making time stand still, like a morning light that pierced through the heavy twilight haze, and suddenly appeared, with the power to penetrate all things.

At this time, where the sword qi went, it was not that the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind did not stop, but that the wind wanted to stop and the tree was not quiet.

"The swordsmanship is like plucking the strings, the mountains and rivers are flowing water, and the magnificence should be magnificent, free and easy. Its movement and slowness are full of vivid rhythmic changes, and the beginning and turn pay attention to rhythm. Continued, the man lowered his eyebrows and looked at Liu Yuqing, who was a little frightened, and explained: "A lot of changes, related to the strength of the wrist, such as a point of collapse, a piece of entanglement, strength skills lie in the use of the wrist, when hanging the sword, you need to buckle the wrist, turn around to split the sword, you need to rotate the wrist--- these need to rely on understanding, coupled with hard work, so that swordsmanship and strength complement each other and complement each other." Liu Yuqing was a little nervous, nodded in response, and responded, "It's Di, uncle." But her eyes didn't dare to look directly at the man who was kind and lovely to her on weekdays.

From the afterglow, I saw him, holding the sword of the dragon yuan, his tone was cold, his low voice did not have a trace of ups and downs, a black robe, the hat that was raised by the sword qi, was obviously so cold, untouchable--- this is what she has never seen in the past few years, the eyes that are as cold as frost seem hollow, and people can't feel much warmth.

Liu Yuqing knew that something must have happened that made the man unstable or worried, so he would have such a lonely look and vent his emotions on the sword qi.

On this day's training, the man didn't say much, he just jumped up, stood on the treetops, leaned, took out a pot of wine from his arms, and drank it with a grunt, as if he wanted to drink it all in his heart, while watching Liu Yuqing practice swordsmanship from afar.

In the shrouded sword qi, the bamboo forest in midsummer stretched out its long arms, shaking a rich green veil, dancing in the wind, graceful and graceful. From a distance, it looks like a piece of verdant and flawless jadeite, and up close, it looks like a barrier of rolling blue waves. The eyes are full of verdant and blue, which makes people intoxicated.

After practicing the sword, the man was already drunk, and was helped back to the house by Liu Yuqing, and moved to the bed with difficulty. It was the first time she had seen him drunk, and the closest she had ever seen him. Even his breathing was clearly visible.

Cardamom is in her prime, and there is always a man living in the heart of an adolescent girl. My crush is: I like the summer rain, the light after the rain, and any time, but I don't dare to get too close to you.

Looking at the man's sleeping demeanor and staring at his hooded face, Liu Yuqing felt a long-lost impulse in her heart. She carefully wanted to uncover her face under the hood, to learn about a long-cherished wish she had made for years.

But just when the veil was within reach, the man turned over unexpectedly, which made Liu Yuqing hesitate for a moment, and felt that his behavior belonged to some disdain to take advantage of others' danger, so he suppressed this impulse in his heart.

She did touch the man's hood with her hand, but thoughtfully covered him with the quilt, then blew out the oil lamp, and quietly closed the door and left, walking lightly, lest she disturb her uncle's rest.

All this was actually perceived by the man in the hood, who was only slightly drunk and not asleep. He deliberately turned over to make Liu Yuqing worried, but the result was unexpected, and it was also unexpected by him.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth welling up in his heart. Liu Yuqing's thoughtfulness and sensibility made him very pleased, and reminded him of the gentleness of another woman.

This kind of gentleness, knowing and cherishing each other with confidants, and the warmth of lovers, makes people relaxed and comfortable, and enjoys it.

So, tonight, he didn't plan to go home, to the woman he had loved and broken his heart to be, to the place where he dreamed and woke up.

The peerless face under the hood hides a lonely and restless heart. Let's look at the origin and extinction, and disdain the flashiness of a lifetime.

However, he was really a little tired and fell asleep before he knew it.

Outside the window, a touch of moonlight, brushing over the gable, leaning on the small building, reflecting a curtain of bamboo shadows, shining on a tile scales. The thick moonlight is like a thick tea, just like the strong rural charm and fragrance.

In the dreamland, in the shaking wine glass, it seems that you can get a glimpse of the time and love of a lifetime, and it makes the heart seem peaceful and satisfied.

The man is none other than Xiao Zhengyu, the concubine who was born in the family of "three generations of five scholars, seven departments and eight scholars", the lucky man who should be proud of the spring breeze and has both intelligence and appearance, but he feels that life is unsatisfactory, drunk and sorrowful, and even more sorrowful.

His life was originally fettered by two heart-warming women, and now there is another Liu Yuqing, destined to have ups and downs in life, and fate has tied a knot.