In the south of the Yangtze River, the sunshine is not dry in all seasons, and the breeze is just right.

The swallows chase and frolic around the green trees and grass, and the light rain falls on the earth, and the moist earth gives birth to all beings walking on it, creating different joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows.

Chu Chou walked alone on the street, still wearing a green shirt. In the capital of Yunyu Country, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, but the pedestrians coming and going are not scarce because of this, but they are holding oil-paper umbrellas and the pace is faster.

Chu Chou didn't hold an oil-paper umbrella, and let the rain in the sky fall on the green shirt. After a short while, the green shirt was wet.

Yunyumen still exists today, but it has declined. The accident ten years ago made the most promising descendant of Yunyumen disappear, and then Yunyumen was attacked by the enemy. If it weren't for the fact that the Son of Heaven of Yunyu Country suddenly sent troops to help Yunyumen at the last moment, then Yunyumen would have disappeared ten years ago.

Although it has declined, the location of the Yunyumen sect is still in the capital of Yunyu Country, and it has not changed much from before, the only change is that it is much smaller. Those places that were taken by the royal family of Yunyu Country can be regarded as a little reward from Yunyumen.

The sky was overcast, and the dark clouds filled the sky, making it breathless. The wind is blowing harder and stronger, and the summer rain can change from a drizzle to a downpour at any time.

Sure enough, the rain that was slowly getting bigger, after an astonishing lightning swept across the sky and a muffled thunder shook the universe, it was a torrential downpour in an instant, like rivers, lakes and seas pouring into the sky, and the endless rain curtain smashed into the world, and the rain had already been connected from the dots into a line, and from the line to a curtain like a curtain of beads.

The number of pedestrians on the road finally decreased, and the peddlers, pawns, wealthy gentry, and even some plainclothes armor soldiers who were in charge of the security of the imperial capital all looked for a place to shelter from the rain.

Teahouses, restaurants, rice restaurants and noodle restaurants are crowded with passers-by, and people have stretched out their heads to stare at the heavy rain outside the house, and then look at each other, or greet each other, so lively.

Chu Chou didn't feel the rain falling from the sky, and he still walked alone on the streets.

It took several hours to fly from the West Pole to the Eastern Regions, and now it is not dawn in the West Pole, and Zhao Zhishui is still sleeping.

From the first time Chu Chou returned to the alley outside the Yunyu Gate of Yunyu Country to the present, he would come back once every ten years, returning to the alley that he would never forget.

The alley is still dilapidated, with only a few families living there, and the doors are closed every day.

Chu Chou walked slowly, walking.

In some houses next to the street, some sharp-eyed people saw that there were still people walking without umbrellas in the middle of the street, and they were not masters of the rivers and lakes who could make "the rain not get close", so they all felt that the man in the green shirt who looked like him was a madman and a fool.

Chu Chou's keen perception did not react at this time, just walked slowly, and did not react to those pointing and squinting sarcasm.

He kept walking, passing by Yunyumen, passing by some buildings that he was very familiar with back then, but he didn't take a second look, just kept walking.

Finally, he stopped.

He was at the end of the street, turning around, looking at the winding alley that connected the street in front of him.

He stood at the mouth of the alley for a long time. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he stepped straight into the alley.

He walked more slowly and slowly, and his eyes had long since lost their usual indifference and calmness, but they were not excited, nor were they hot, nor did they flicker. Just with memories, with a hint of sorrow and sadness.

He walked and watched, without his head held high and high-spirited, without going through the vicissitudes of life, only like ordinary people, his hands were copied into his sleeves, slightly hunched over, and walked with a cocoon.

The alleys are still as mossy and deserted as they were back then.

The rain pounded violently on the eaves of the houses in the alleys, making a "crackling" sound that was sometimes crisp and sometimes dull.

Chu Chou continued to walk.

It was still thirty-four steps, and he walked to that place no more, no less.

It was a house, and the wooden door was closed at this time, as if it had not been opened for decades, and the wooden door looked very decayed, and it was constantly creaking and squeaking intermittently under the baptism of the torrential rain and wind. In fact, it has not been inhabited here for decades, and a family of three lived here in the past. Two old men and a young flower girl. It was a beautiful family, but one day, the young woman of that family suddenly disappeared, and after several years of unsuccessful searching, the old couple was completely heartbroken, and soon died together. Since then, no one has been here, no one has bought flowers here anymore - some of the flower sellers still came occasionally when they used to sell flowers. Still, there is a former flower buyer who will come here.

The torrential rain became heavier and heavier, and the fierce wind blew through the world, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls occurred, blowing the heaven and earth day and night upside down. Chu Chou stood there, as if he had been frozen, not moving at all, staring blankly at the open space next to the wooden door.

After standing for a long time, Chu Chou took his hand out of his long sleeves, wiped it on his rain-covered face at will, and then his eyes glowed, and he said to the open space with a smile: "Girl, I buy flowers, yes, it's still the same, I want white lilacs." ”

In his gaze, a slender figure seemed to be reflected, appearing in front of him as if it had crossed time and space.

He didn't dare to blink, for fear that the illusion would disappear for a moment. But the slender silhouette only appeared for a moment, and then vanished. In a trance, he seemed to see the figure, and the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face smiled at him.

He put away his smile, there was no miserable look on his face, only the ordinary calm and indifference of ordinary people under ordinary circumstances.

The world is so big in Kyushu, the four seas can be used as a home, but only here can he find the habitat of the soul, the place of the soul, only here, he can relax with all his heart, and enter the memories of the dreamy and unforgettable past. That memory, although bitter, helpless, lonely, and dazed, is incomparably beautiful, and this fascinating beauty is deeply precipitated in Chu Chou's heart.

Chu Chou calmly looked at the open space in front of him, where in the old days there would be a woman carrying a small stool to sit and sell flowers. His vision was blurred by the rain, but he still didn't blink, the wind blew across his face, and he still didn't blink.

He was afraid that what if the moment the woman suddenly appeared in front of him, he blinked and couldn't see it?

His face was quiet, soaking wet, and he looked embarrassed, if anyone saw this scene, they would definitely not believe that Chu Chou was a legendary-level existence at the peak of the Nine Grades.

The rain is getting heavier and the wind is blowing harder.

Chu Chou took out a withered lilac that had been preserved for more than 100 years from his sleeve, and said a little proudly: "Girl, I can keep this white lilac all the time, how about it, I'm amazing, right?"

After that, Chu Chou only felt that the rain on his face suddenly became more.

His face was covered with rain.