Friends, absolutely. The peaks are like knives, and the cold wind is like cuts.

Two javelin-like upright men, two unsheathed swords.

A white-clothed man is better than snow, but his face is paler than snow.

One was dressed in black, and his face was full of striking coldness.

It's like the suffocating silence between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, the wind rose, and a lightning bolt seemed to slip through the sky.

Then everything went back to calm.

It's still two javelin-like figures, still two swords hidden deep in their sheaths.

The face of the man in white was even paler, but the man in black had a little more tiredness in his eyes.

"I lost. The man in black said slowly.

"You didn't lose, it's just that your sword is slow", the man in white said with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, no matter who is in this situation, he may be in a better mood.

"If you slow down, you lose!" the man in black was a little more tired, and there were still some things he didn't say,

-- For a swordsman, being slow means that you are no longer in control of your own destiny, and being slow means that someone else may plunge a sword into your throat at any time.

He didn't say it, because he knew that these words didn't need to be said at all, and the man in white could understand them.

The smile on the corner of the man in white's mouth disappeared, and strangely, there was a little more worry in his eyes.

Of course, he could understand what the men in black meant, because they were all swordsmen—swordsmen who lived by swords.

What's more, there are not many swordsmen like the two of them in the rivers and lakes, maybe not one.

There was more worry in his eyes, and it was only because they were friends.

Years of life and death, years of heart-to-heart care, have made them have a kind of emotion and tacit understanding beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It's just that this time, the man in white really doesn't understand what has made the invincible swordsman in front of him change so much.

He didn't understand, he knew that the man in black would not say it, but he wanted to know the truth, because only by finding the truth could he help him.

"I'm not a mother-in-law......." the man in white spoke slowly, "you know, but ......." he was looking for the most appropriate words.

"I know what you mean, then you should know me too, and there are some things that you shouldn't ask, don't say them," the man in black smiled bitterly.

"How long have we not seen each other, three years?" the man in white tried to divert the subject.

"Yes, three years and one month" The expression of the man in black was much more relaxed than just now, "Last time we were in Tongzhou, time flies so fast." ”

"Yes, three years and one month," repeated the man in white, "it's not long, but it's not short." ”

Then, the two men began to fall silent.

Three years is enough time for a lot of things to happen.

Newborn babies have learned to run.

The little girl who is just beginning to fall in love may have become a bride.

But none of this is the crux of the matter.

The crux of the matter may be -- what happened to the man in black in the past three years that made him change so much.

If it was before, the man in white would never have thought of such a thing.

Even now, he still refuses to believe this fact.

However, the facts are the facts, and the fact is that the sword of the man in black has slowed down.

The fact is that his person has changed.

Before I knew it, it was already afternoon, and the sun was no longer so dazzling, but it was much warmer.

The man in black suddenly said in a vague voice, "If it's convenient, maybe you can go to my hut and have a look."

Maybe he wanted to talk about home, but it was temporarily converted into a cabin, maybe he didn't want his old friends of many years to see him so short of breath.

Everyone knows that the difference between home and house, especially for swordsmen who wander all year round, home is already a very unfamiliar word.

"Good", the man in white almost blurted out, because he knew that the change in the man in black must have something to do with this hut, and perhaps, the answer was in that hut.

It's just that he couldn't figure it out, with the personality of the man in black, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to invite.

Now, the man in white has to believe that the man in black has changed far more than he imagined.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a winding path.

Although it is inaccessible and mostly covered by weeds, you can still see it clearly from the top of the peak.

At the other end of the path, there is a bamboo forest.

Walking through the bamboo forest, I saw a small open field.

Two low thatched huts stand quietly.

"That's my hut", the man in black's tone was noticeably brighter, and the clouds of defeat seemed to have lifted.

The man in white wanted to say something similar to praise, but he felt that his throat was dry, and even accompanied by a slight bitter taste.

He was amazed that the man in black could forget the defeat so quickly.

If before, it would have been absolutely unthinkable.

For a swordsman who lives by sword and regards sword as life, it should have been a painful pain.

But now, on the face of the man in black, all he saw was longing and attachment to the two huts.

He could only follow the guidance of his enthusiastic master, moving mechanically.

Perhaps only he knows what he feels like in his heart right now.

But who can know what the man in black feels like at this time?

When I arrived at the front of the house, I found that there was a low bamboo fence around the hut, and some unknown small flowers were mixed between the two sides.

The man in white's heart skipped a beat.

Because he noticed that there was a faint layer of undispersed cooking smoke around the hut.

He believed that he was close to the answer to the question, and although it was similar to what he thought, he still felt a little surprised when it came to the moment.

Behind the smoke, of course, is the smell of rice.

Many people believe that the aroma of rice in the wild is definitely more fragrant than that in other places.

Although, there is not much truth, but many people seem to agree with this.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the time for dinner would come so soon," said the man in black, as he took off his robe, untied the long sword at his waist, and hung it on a bald tree outside the house.

Now he is completely a warm homeowner who is greeting guests from afar.

If it weren't for the man in white, who would have believed that the person with a smile on his face in front of him was the cold swordsman just now.

The man in white was also surprised, but he had to believe this fact.

Even if this fact is somewhat cruel.

He has always been inseparable from his sword, because he believes that swords have feelings like people, and a swordsman needs to communicate with his sword at any time, and cultivate that trust and tacit understanding at any time.

He knew that the man in black understood this truth better than he did, because this was their life and belief in the past.

But now, the familiar but somewhat strange person in front of him casually untied the sword that he once regarded as life and everything, not only casually, but also naturally.

The man in white didn't untie his sword, but just took off his robe.

He knew he didn't need to think about anything now, because he knew that as long as he entered the hut in front of him, everything would have an answer.

The man in white suddenly felt very nervous.

It's an amazing feeling.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Ever since he sniped the three masters of Purgatory with his sword, there were few things in the rivers and lakes that could make him nervous.

Including the decisive battle with the man in black just now.

It was supposed to be a life-and-death battle.

But only the man in white knows it.

From the beginning, he knew he was going to win.

Because he didn't feel a bit of murder from the man in black.

He should have felt a suffocating sense of compulsion like the pinnacle of Tarzan.

However, he didn't, so he didn't have the slightest bit of nervousness.

For a swordsman like them, a little bit of it may mean everything.

The so-called miss is a thousand miles.

For those of them who are the best at it, this is definitely not an empty word.

What's even more ridiculous is that what makes him nervous now is only the half-hidden firewood in front of him.

The man in white adjusted his breathing, he had already thought about what he could face when he entered the door.

He even figured out where he wanted to push the door with his left hand.

For his right hand shall be used at any time to draw the sword.

Just when he was secretly satisfied with his state, the wood door in front of him suddenly opened.

Of course, the door does not open on its own, even if it is a chai door.

The door was pushed open, of course, because the people in the room already sensed "him's" coming.

He, of course, is the man in black.

Perhaps, this is the life they have been living between them for the past three years.

In the evening or early afternoon, a virtuous wife prepares a delicious meal early and waits for her husband at the door of the house.

This is a picture that has existed and will continue to exist for thousands of years.

It's just that the man in white didn't expect that he would also become a scene in this picture.

He wanted to smile bitterly, and when it came to this time, he wanted to smile bitterly.

This time, however, he didn't laugh.

Because, suddenly, he saw a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

He had seen many, many eyes, bright, dark, one-eyed, even eyeless.

But these eyes stunned him.

It wasn't because of how bright these eyes were, he asked himself that he was no longer the ignorant young man who had just debuted.

It's not because of how beautiful the person in front of him is, because even if it's a fairy in the sky, Chang'e in the moon won't surprise him so much.

He froze, only because he felt that the eyes were familiar.

He knew where he must have been, when, he had seen such eyes.