"Yinuo, what are your plans in the future?" Tianming raised the wine vessel and clinked glasses with He Yinuo to drink.

He Yinuo put down the wine vessel in his hand, tasted the wine in his mouth, was silent for a moment, and said slowly, "Xue Man and I left here to find out our own life experience and find the whereabouts of my father's mother, now that my wish has been fulfilled and the dust has been settled, what I want to do is to go to the critical abyss and take a look at the stone statue of my father's mother, and I think this should be their wish before they die." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Tianming nodded, with a smile on his face, and gently patted He Yinuo's shoulder, "Your father and mother will definitely be proud of you, but the journey is far away, so you have to be more careful!"

He Yinuo also smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then turned his head, but there was a trace of complexity and confusion in his eyes, and he muttered in his heart, "Who can understand the pain in my heart, the person I love most is separated from myself, life and death are uncertain, I can save the people in the world, but I can't save the people I love, I have fulfilled everyone, but I can't fulfill myself." ”

He Yinuo poured himself a drink, and while he was helpless, he noticed the dawn beside him, and there seemed to be a gloom on his face.

"Tianming, are you okay?" He Yinuo said with concern.

Tianming seemed to be stunned, and seemed to be shocked when he heard his words, and then came back to his senses, muttered for a moment, and said with a little sadness, "When Yuxin and I left the Xiao family, we learned that although we grew up in the Xiao family, we are not from the Xiao family, we met in an infant and brought back to the Xiao family to raise us, and we don't know anything about my parents, except for the phantom handkerchief left on Yuxin's body. ”

At the mention of this, He Yinuo's face appeared with deep guilt, and Tianming realized it, shook his shoulder slightly, smiled and shook his head, indicating that it was not his fault.

Then, He Yinuo came to Mu Bingyu's side, at this moment she was staring at the starry sky alone, this girl who had appeared in his young dreams countless times, after learning that she already belonged in her heart, how many sleepless nights were left to herself.

He came to her side, and saw that she was holding a hairpin in her hand, placing it in the palm of her hand, caressing it gently, and in the middle of the hairpin, there was obviously a crack, but this little flaw did not seem to affect the weight in her heart at all.

And this hairpin He Yinuo has also seen, that is the hosta that fell when they first went to Full Moon Town when he and Mu Bingyu unintentionally touched, when the hosta broke and Mu Bingyu was furious, and he was entangled with He Yinuo and refused to let go.

When he thought of these at the moment, he couldn't help but smile, and there was also an indescribable other feeling in his heart, these are irreplaceable and unforgettable feelings when he was young, the simplest throbbing and beauty.

"What are your plans in the future?" He Yinuo's words sounded from behind her, and then he squatted on the ground with her.

Mu Bingyu was awakened by the words, put away the hairpin in his hand, and said softly, "You are here." "The cheeks like condensed skin, under the influence of wine, in the moonlight, like the most beautiful scenery in the world.

At this moment, her eyes were as promised, but there was a trace of tears in the corner of her eye.

He Yinuo gently wiped it with his hand, Mu Bingyu blushed, lowered his head, and after only a moment, sighed, and said, "I don't know what I'm going to do, my experience is like a dream, but everything reminds me that he has existed in my life, but I don't know if I can see him again in the future." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the hairpin in his hand again, as if it was as precious as life.

At this time, He Yinuo suddenly remembered something and said suspiciously, "Bingyu, when I first met you back then, you mentioned the Holy Witch Tribulation, and according to rumors, the Holy Witch is located in the afterlife, do you remember what happened?"

Mu Bingyu thought about it, but just shook his head, as if there was something unspeakable, and He Yinuo didn't force it. Then after a while, she suddenly looked at He Yinuo again, staring into his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed on her face.

"Your eyes are like him, I still remember the first time we met in front of Elder Duan Muri's door, I really almost thought you were him, but thank you for remembering me for so many years. ”

A beautiful smile appeared on Mu Bingyu's cheeks, and He Yinuo also smiled happily, and then they looked at the starry sky in the distance together, under the sky, the vast sea of stars, as if reflecting the figures of the two people.

On the second day, everyone made a decision, except for He Yinuo and Xiao Tianming, the rest of them planned to stay here for the time being, and the future would be discussed in the long run. Xiao Tianming decided to go back to Xiao's house to visit, thanking them for raising him and Yuxin for more than ten years.

And He Yinuo decided to go to the land of the abyss, to the stone statue of his father and mother, to accompany him for some time, and before that, he still had to go to a place and have some things to do.

On the way, he passed by the tavern when he met the wind predecessors, but now it is a thing or a person, and the tavern has become an inn. He has been separated from his predecessors for thousands of years, but now there is no news, no trace, he sighed silently in his heart and left helplessly.

A few days passed, He Yinuo came to a village, the inscription tablet at the head of the village was engraved with the word "Wangjia Village", which was the place where he rescued Nangong Yu and fought Ge Zhiji, and it was also a major turning point in his life.

He came to the small teahouse at the head of the village, after so many years, the village has not changed much as he remembers, including the rows of towering locust trees behind the village, which are still standing as before.

He Yinuo found a place to do it, and after a while, a white-haired old man came out and poured him a cup of tea, although his hands trembled a little because of the old age, but he held the teapot firmly in his hand, and the tea was not spilled.

"You really aren't mortal!!" After He Yinuo said this, the old man smiled and said with some emotion.

"What is a mortal, what is a saint, I am just a layman. ”

This old man is the one who told He Yinuo that he will experience a catastrophe, but for thousands of years, he has been guarding this village, relying on the teahouse, and watching the prosperity and decline of the world.

He Yinuo did not mention the past, but said lightly, "Old man, if it were you, what would you do?"

The old man was still smiling and silent, his deep eyes seemed to be like a thousand-year-old pool, unfazed, after a while, he took out another teacup, poured it full of tea, put down the teapot, spread his right hand forward, and signaled, "Please also taste this pot of tea that has just come out of the pot." ”

He Yinuo picked up the teacup, the tea in the cup was steaming, although there was no tea leaves, but there was a fragrance emanating, fragrant, lover's heart, people couldn't help but feel refreshed. He took a bite, and it was even more wonderful in his throat.

The old man also picked up the glass of water and sniffed it, looking very intoxicated.

"For more than 100 years, I have never put a single tea leaf in these coffee tables, but the aroma of tea comes from within every time. For thousands of years, due to the passage of time, the aroma of tea has long been immersed in the coffee table, soaked in every part of the cup, so even if white water is poured into it, it will become overflowing with tea fragrance in a moment, making people want to stop. ”

When He Yinuo heard this, he took another sip, this time, he quietly tasted the fragrance with the breath of time, just like tasting the words of the old man, which was meaningful.

The time of the half-pillar incense passed quietly, He Yinuo stood up, clenched his fists and said respectfully, "Thank you for these teas from the old man." ”

The old man still had a kind smile on his face, and replied calmly, "Your Excellency is polite, and the old man is here to welcome your Excellency again." Then there was a pause in the words, and then he suddenly said, "Do you need to count the old decay for you again?"

He Yinuo smiled, and after a moment, he shook his head and turned to leave.

And looking at his departing back, the old man seemed to nod with relief, with a look of appreciation on his face.

At the beginning of the night, He Yinuo came to the locust forest, there were still several iron nails nailed to the towering ancient locust torso, when he and Nangong Huang rescued Nangong Yu, and then combined with Nangong Huangyu to kill Ge Zhiji, the remnants of the war have been buried by the years, except for the huge pit that is faintly visible.

He found a clean place, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and recited silently, only a moment later, under the thick pile of leaves, suddenly there was a strange movement, and a handkerchief came to him as if he had been called to free himself from the shackles of the dust of the fallen leaves.

He Yinuo picked it up, and although the phantom handkerchief was beaten by the wind and rain, and the sun was roasted and the moon was eclipsed, it was still as new as ever and spotless.

At this moment, in front of him, the scenes of the past are presented, from the first encounter between He Yinuo and Xiao Yuxin, the curtain waterfall presented a handkerchief, and the trapped dragon sacrificed his life to save him, until he stayed in the ghost locust forest.

And Ge Zhiji's dying words also became the freeze frame of the phantom handkerchief, "Xiao Yuxin, she is not dead!!"