Ye Heng's eyes flashed, and he said with anticipation: "Okay, senior sister, you must come back as soon as possible." ”

A string of filamentous tears slipped from the corners of Man Qingting's eyes, so thin that people couldn't see them.

On the second day, the master left the bamboo forest with Man Qingting.

Master told Ye Heng that he would go back to Kunlun and would come back in two or three months.

Then, Ye Heng waited for a year and a half.

For Ye Heng, this year and a half is longer than other people's ten years.

He has learned all the martial arts moves taught by the master, and his internal strength has increased dramatically every day, and his flute voice has become mournful.

He didn't know if Master and Senior Sister Man Qingting would come back? His heart was full of heart and despair, as if he had been abandoned again.

A certain day.

Ye Heng was on the waterfall at the top of the mountain, under the clouds and mist, blowing the flute as usual, expressing his thoughts and resentment towards his master and sister.

Suddenly, Ye Heng stopped playing the flute.

On the surface of the lake in the distance, there are slight ripples, and a bamboo raft slowly comes into view.

Two familiar figures appeared on the surface of the lake.

Ye Heng sneered, retracted the flute into his sleeve, flew away, and landed on the bamboo raft.

"Master!" Ye Heng looked at Master and said coldly.

"Ye Heng!"

The master was very excited, patted him on the shoulder, and the corners of his mouth trembled: "I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for more than a year, and your martial arts have improved a lot." ”

Ye Heng sneered and said, "It's only been a year, I can't remember when you left last time." ”

Then, he slowly stepped forward and walked in front of Man Qingting, who had already covered his mouth with his hands at this time, and there were tears in his eyes.

Although Man Qingting's appearance was still the same as when she was sixteen, her complexion had become paler and her eyes had become more melancholy than a year ago.

After laughing contemptuously, Ye Heng said in a deep tone: "Senior sister, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

Behind his laughter, there was a deep hatred.

After a period of time, although Man Qingting had returned, it was no longer Ye Heng who was guarding her, but his complaining flute.

After a long absence, the two are strangers.

Until more than a month later.

On that day, the master had something to do out of the valley.

At night, hearing Man Qingting's coughing, Ye Heng walked out of her window.

"I know you're outside, why don't you come in?" said Man Qingting inside the house.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Heng walked into Man Qingting's room.

At this time, Man Qingting's face was sick, and he was much haggard than more than a month ago.

Man Qingting coughed a few more times, and then said, "It's up to you whether you sit or not." ”

Ye Heng sat on the edge of the bed.

Man Qingting looked at Ye Heng with gloomy eyes, and said in a weak tone: "Senior brother, I know that you hate me, hate me for making you wait for more than a year." ”

Ye Heng said a cold "um".

Man Qingting lowered his head and cried softly.

After a pause, she raised her eyes to look at Ye Heng, and then said, "You have changed." ”

Ye Heng still said "um" coldly.

Man Qingting sat up, stretched out his hand to hold Ye Heng's hand, and said, "Senior brother, can you let Senior Sister take a good look at you?"

Ye Heng turned his head and looked at Man Qingting, his eyes were very indifferent.

However, after a while, Ye Heng's face with a cold face changed abruptly, and he pushed Man Qingting forward and lay down, put his hands on her shoulders, and then stepped forward.

Looking at his hot eyes, Man Qingting shook his head, and said with pear blossoms: "Senior brother, no." ”

Ye Heng's whole body was trembling, his forehead was sweating profusely, and his eyes were bloodshot—he was struggling.

Eventually, he closed his eyes and fell his head into Man Qingting's arms.

Man Qingting stroked his head and said, "Senior sister knows that you are the most obedient. ”

After a long time, Ye Heng, who fell in Man Qingting's arms, raised his head, looked at Man Qingting with a deep brow and asked, "Is it in your eyes, I will always be just a child." ”

"You grew up like a child, of course. ”

Ye Heng looked disappointed and asked coldly: "Now that you have been back for more than a month, it's time to tell me, do you like me?"

After thinking for a long time, Man Qingting said, "I'll tell you when my illness is cured." ”

After speaking, Man Qingting coughed lightly twice.

Ye Heng frowned puzzled and asked, "Why do you have to wait until you are well to tell me?"

Man Qingting stopped talking, and his eyes were hazy.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Ye Heng got up and walked out of the grass house angrily.

After leaving the hut, he went straight to the bottom of the waterfall and played the flute.

After blowing a song, Ye Heng's mood calmed down a lot. For the past year and a half, whenever he felt lonely, he would stand by the lake and give a to vent the sadness and bitterness in his heart.

Hearing a sound of light footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw Man Qingting walking slowly towards him.

Every two steps, she coughed.

Ye Heng hurriedly stepped forward to support Man Qingting and said, "Senior sister, it's cold outside, go back to the house to rest." ”

Man Qingting held his hand and said with tears in his eyes: "In the past year and a half, Senior Sister has not slept a day peacefully. ”

Stunned, Ye Heng suddenly showed a smile on his face, and then carried Man Qingting back to the house.

After gently lowering Man Qingting, he sat cross-legged next to her, just like back then.

After coughing twice, Man Qingting asked him, "If I become an old woman one day, are you still willing to sit next to me and accompany me, junior brother?"

Ye Heng turned around and approached in front of Man Qingting, his eyes were very firm and said, "Of course I do!"

Man Qingting slowly raised his hand and gently stroked Ye Heng's face, tears flowing.

Ye Heng stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on Man Qingting's face, frowned and said, "Senior sister, you promised me just now, when your strange illness is cured, you will tell me, you can't lie to me anymore." ”

Man Qingting nodded slightly, then closed his eyes and smiled: "With you sitting next to me, Senior Sister can finally sleep peacefully." ”

Not long after, Man Qingting fell asleep with a calm face. Just like two years ago, Ye Heng secretly kissed her face while she was asleep.

Seeing a tear slipping from the corner of Man Qingting's eyes, he scratched his head in confusion, and secretly asked in his heart: "Why does Senior Sister still shed tears when she sleeps, could it be that she has a nightmare?"

More than a month later.

Master finally returned, bringing back a little girl who was less than three years old.

The Master said that when she saw the girl, her mother was already dying, and then she entrusted the girl to him.

That night, in addition to Ye Heng, there was also this little girl who accompanied Man Qingting.

Looking at Man Qingting's gentle and loving eyes when he coaxed the girl, Ye Heng felt a little jealous in his heart.

He thought of the look in Man Qingting's eyes when he looked at him many years ago.

Seeing that Man Qingting had snubbed him, Ye Heng snorted angrily and got up to leave the house.

Man Qingting immediately grabbed his sleeve and asked, "Senior brother, where are you going?"

Ye Heng said coldly: "I think it's enough to have her with my senior sister, what else do you need me to do." ”

"Poof", Man Qingting couldn't help but smile, and then laughed mockingly: "Senior brother, you are so cautious, and you still say that you are not a child?"

Ye Heng was speechless, and could only put on a stinky face.

Man Qingting pulled him back to his side and said, "Haven't you grown up, I will sleep that night, and you will take care of her!"

"Why should I take care of her?" Ye Heng said with a dissatisfied face.

"Stingy!" Man Qingting glanced at Ye Heng, "Of course you take care of him, maybe he will speak and call you a father in the future." ”

Ye Heng raised his eyebrows, approached Man Qingting and asked, "Call me a father?"