On the summer solstice last year, the Zhuge family added a new young master, and now he is more than a year old.

It was a white and chubby little guy, lively and active, and he liked everyone in Zhuge Mansion.

At this time, the courtyard is full of snow.

The tightly wrapped little guy had a snowball fight with two young maids, and Han Qingluo stood in the pavilion, smiling and watching.

Three people hurried in the distance.

Han Qingluo retracted her gaze and looked at the person who came, "Husband, Brother Wu, Brother Yuan." ”

Zhuge Li nodded, and stopped talking.

Han Qingluo smiled and said, "If the husband makes a decision, he will go, and he doesn't have to take care of us." ”

Zhuge Li sighed and said with a wry smile, "Qingluo, our Zhuge family is sorry for you. ”

Han Qingluo's eyebrows were crooked, and she shook her head and said, "The thing Qingluo regrets the most in her life is that she married into the Zhuge family and became your wife." ”

Zhuge Li lowered his head for a long time and touched Han Qingluo's cheek, "Take care of Yuan'er." ”

Han Qingluo smiled and nodded.

"Let's go. Zhuge Li looked at the two people beside him, greeted him, and took the lead.

The remaining two nodded at Han Qingluo and strode away.

Leaving Han Qingluo standing in place, stunned.

The little guy ran back from the snow after having had enough, hugging his mother's thigh, "Mother~"

Han Qingluo came back to her senses, and she burst into tears at some point, she raised her hand to wipe it away, squatted down and looked at her child, "Have you played enough?"

The little guy reached out and wiped his mother's face, "Mother...... Don't cry...... Don't cry ......"

Han Qingluo nodded vigorously, but the tears seemed to break the embankment and couldn't stop flowing.

......

The eight peaks stand upright, the wind sweeps the clouds, the sky is dark, and the yellow sand is reckless.

Three figures slowly came from a distance.

The yellow wind howled, making people's clothes dance wildly and they were unsteady on their feet.

The three of them could only stop, looking at the wind and sand in front of them with some helplessness and worry.

At this time, a figure slowly emerged in the yellow sand, a young man in white clothes and black hair.

Zhuge Li's eyes widened in astonishment, "You ......"

The young man felt his gaze, nodded at him, and said in a calm voice, "I just escort you in and help you find Bai Qing, and the rest has nothing to do with me." ”

The other two naturally didn't know who the young man in front of them was, and stood behind Zhuge Li, looking at each other.

Zhuge couldn't believe it, "You are...... Xiao Feng?"

He struggled to keep his composure, but his voice trembled.

The boy ignored his question, turned around, raised his arm slightly, and made a downward motion.

It was so easy for everyone to be stunned.

It seems to be pressed down by a pair of invisible big hands unreasonably, the wind and sand are temporary, the clouds are light and the sky is bright, and a quaint city gradually appears not far away, and there are two words on the city: Lost City.

The three of them were dumbfounded.

The young man didn't even look at them, but greeted lightly, "Let's go." ”

Zhuge Lixian woke up like a dream, shivered suddenly, and hurriedly called the two people around him back to their senses, and pulled the two of them into the city with the young man.

Except for the uniformity of the architectural style, the style in the window city is no different from the outside.

The boy was obviously very familiar with this place, turned left and right, and finally stopped at a music shop called Witty Words.

The fog wraps around the tulle, and the beads fall on the jade plate crisply.

The atmosphere inside is wonderful.

It's just that after the boy entered, the luthier played a few wrong notes for some reason, and then when the boy and the three young people entered the door to listen to the music, the luthier was like a newcomer who had just learned the music, and from time to time two wrong syllables popped out.

Fortunately, the people in the Punch Talk Pavilion did not say anything dissatisfied, they all sat in the distance, very calm.

Soon, a woman in a purple coat walked into the private room, and said in shock, "May I ask what your Excellency is here for?"

The young man raised his head and smiled, "Thank you for inviting Bai Qing and Zhuge Mo." ”

The woman in the purple sky didn't ask much, and ran directly to call someone.

Zhuge looked at it from the side, a little surprised, and stopped talking a few times, and finally asked, "Xiaofeng, how are you doing?"

The young man said lightly, "You are in the mood to worry about these meaningless things, you might as well think more about what to do in the future, I will not help you with the cause and effect you planted." ”

Zhuge was silent.

The boy stopped talking, and only tapped the table with his fingers.

A few people didn't wait for the person they were looking for, but waited for a group of old guys.

The young man glanced at the few Tianji Pavilion masters with different faces, and looked at Zhuge Li, "I'm leaving." ”

Zhuge was stunned, "Are you going to leave now?"

The young man nodded and said indifferently, "In the lost city, you will not be in danger. ”

Zhuge Li glanced at the old men in gold, did not force it anymore, and nodded.

The boy got up and left.

Several old men also left.

......

The young man didn't care about the Zhuge family anymore, and went out of the maze directly.

There are some things that are human favors, and it is unreasonable for him to interfere, and besides, he is not qualified to interfere now.

The young man walked slowly on the vast official road, doing nothing, not knowing what he should do now.

He looked up at the red sun, which was already setting in the west.

The warm winter sun, even the afterglow is intoxicating.

His mind moved, and he took one step at a time.

A few breaths, appeared thousands of miles away in the drunken lake.

The setting sun casts dappled light and shadow through the branches, and everything is quiet and picturesque.

In front of the drunken lake, there was a one-armed old man who looked at the red sun in the west, stunned and speechless.

At this moment, the white horse in his hand suddenly neighed, and he violently broke free from the reins and ran in one direction.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and scolded, "You brute, so dishonest, be careful of Lao Tzu slaughtering ......"

It's just that the next moment, his words were choked in his throat, and after a moment of silence, he scolded happily, "I'll just say how can you die like a little doll, wasting Lao Tzu's feelings in vain." ”

The young man raised his hand and touched the big head of the wind, tilted his head to look at the old man, and smiled, "It is said that good people do not live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years, and the younger generation should belong to the latter." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and laughed out loud, "Interesting, interesting." ”

The young man led the horse forward, "Where are you going?"

The old man shrugged, "I have already walked to the Dengtian Mountain Range, but I don't know which bastard rumored to make Lao Tzu trek for half a year before he arrived here, so he should go south again." ”

The boy nodded, "It's okay." ”

The old man said casually, "Doll, what about you?"

"Take a trip to Bailing Valley, and then go to the Ascending Mountains. The boy smiled.

"Just off the way. The old man couldn't laugh or cry.

The young man smiled, "Actually, the juniors can accompany the seniors for a while." ”

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Hypocrisy." ”

The wind arched the old man with his big head.

The old man reluctantly changed his words, "Then let's go with the old man for a while." ”

The young man patted the wind on the head and said gently, "You have to be obedient in the future, you can't be like today, you know?"

The wind snorted and shook its head.

The young man didn't care about smiling, and looked up at the old man and said, "Let's go, senior." ”

The old man glanced at the reins in the young man's hand, "Do you hold it or do I hold it?"

The boy handed the reins over.

The old man took it and patted the wind on the head.

The wind was not happy and snorted.

The old man slapped it down.

The boy laughed dumbly.

As the sun set, the two of them walked slowly on the official road, and the afterglow stretched their figures to a long time.