......

Yurou still turned her back to him, shook her head and said, "Is what I said very unreasonable?" She clenched her teeth and said, "Even if I am unreasonable, you have to pay me back." ”

Xiao Che stepped forward, twisted her stubborn body around, stared at her smart eyes, and said softly, "Do you have a grudge in your heart?"

As he spoke, he gently combed the green silk on Yurou's forehead with his palm.

Yurou's big clear eyes stared at Xiao Che, and there was gradually water vapor condensing in her eyes......

Xiao Che rubbed her head and said seriously: "If someone bullies you, I will help you bully back, and if someone upsets you, I will make him even more unhappy." ”

Yu Rou suddenly cried out loud, tears fell down one by one like pearls with broken threads, and the heart-rending sound seemed to melt Xiao Che's heart.

Xiao Che picked up Yu Rou, pressed Yu Rou's head into his arms with his thick palm, and let her tears soak through her heavy clothes.

Xiao Hong and Dazhi watched silently, and did not speak in tacit understanding.

Xiao Che also kept silent, just hugging Yurou who was crying bitterly.

The sleeping monster woke up and walked around Xiao Che a few times, his big black eyes turned, and his front paws grabbed Xiao Che's legs and climbed up, as if he wanted to comfort the little girl in his arms.

Yurou's crying stopped abruptly, and her little finger pointed at the big monster, sobbing, "Yes... There are bears. ”

Xiao Che put down Yurou in his arms, looked at the big monster and said, "Big monster, come and play with my sister for a while." ”

The big monster stuck out its tongue and tapped its bulky furry head.

Yurou finally raised her eyebrows and smiled, her jade hand hugged the head of the big monster, and the heads of the two people touched lightly.

......

Yurou was tired of playing, and fell asleep lying on Xiao Che's bed with the soft belly of the big monster.

Xiao Che picked up the quilt and was about to cover it for Yurou, but saw that the big monster opened its dark eyes, and it stretched out its little paws aggrievedly and pointed to its belly that was pillowed by Yurou, and signaled: "It's uncomfortable." ”

Xiao Che immediately straightened his face, and said softly in a tone that could not be refused: "Bear with me, you have to let my sister." ”

The monster whimpered aggrievedly, and then closed his eyes unwillingly and fell asleep in pain.

Xiao Che covered the quilt for Yurou and stared at her sleeping face, and couldn't help but feel a cramp in his heartstrings.

Xiao Che tiptoed out of the door, and Xiao Hong said softly, "Is she asleep?"

Xiao Che nodded lightly: "I slept well." ”

Xiao Hong let out a long breath of turbidity, tears seemed to have condensed in her eyes, and she lowered her head and said gloomily: "Why is she like this?"

Xiao Che said: "Heart disease." ”

He looked at the dark night in the distance through the window lattice, and muttered, "It's a child, why is your heart so gloomy?"

......

Midnight is the darkest time of the day.

The sleeping city of God is as lonely as a tomb.

But in the endless darkness, a figure quietly appeared.

He was dressed in a pitch-black robe and walked on the long street in the cold wind, he couldn't see his back clearly, he couldn't see his face clearly, the whole person seemed to be one with the darkness, only the eyes that seemed to be a little cloudy were still shining.

Dean of Nanxi Study, Zhuang Nantian!

His steps were very steady and powerful, and there seemed to be a faint aura flowing out of his feet that could not be suppressed.

Finally, he stopped in front of a mansion.

Ming Rui's sword eyes raised his eyes and glanced at the three gilded characters vaguely written on the plaque of the mansion, Zhuang Nantian snorted coldly, and a breath of breath exploded around him, and a huge door weighing more than a thousand catties that was blocking in front of him suddenly disappeared into dust.

Then, lift your feet and enter.

The guards guarding the door suddenly woke up and shouted, "Stop! Who dares to break into the palace of the king of Qi at night?"

Zhuang Nantian did not stop and walked forward.

The edge that surrounds it gradually thickens.

The commander of the guards changed color instantly, but he still stubbornly said: "It's late at night, if you have anything to do, please come back tomorrow." ”

Zhuang Nantian's eyes widened, his cold eyes swept away, and he said lightly: "It has nothing to do with you." ”

These eyes were very sharp, and in the dark night, they looked like thunder suddenly falling from the sky of the sun, and the indescribable waves and clouds were treacherous, like ghosts.

Seeing these eyes, the guards instantly didn't move like sculptures, their throats rattled, and they couldn't make any sound, they could only watch Zhuang Nantian leave step by step, disappearing from sight.

Seeing Zhuang Nantian leave, everyone took a long breath of relief, cold sweat fell from their heads, and their distorted and stiff expressions seemed as if they had just walked through the ghost gate.

Zhuang Nantian walked all the way unhindered, and finally, he came to an attic.

Forget the Worries.

There was a light in the pavilion, and the faint light of the fire fluttered in the cold wind, and the strong squeezed out a small ball of light from the darkness.

Someone in the pavilion said lightly: "After more than ten years of farewell, Dean Zhuang didn't go back to the study to see his wife and children first, but came to my deserted Forget Worries Pavilion, which made the king panic." ”

King Qi chuckled lightly, and continued: "This cup of tea will warm up Dean Zhuang's body." ”

As he spoke, a dazzling light and shadow flew out of the attic.

Zhuang Nantian didn't move, his eyes as deep as stars were slightly flattened, and a cold breath slowly flowed around his body, "click", the light and shadow flying out of the attic were less than half a foot away from the front of the door, quietly annihilated into dust, and the splashing tea scalded the snow out of the dense hole.

Zhuang Nantian finally spoke, and his calm voice seemed to contain an invisible might: "What Luo Danqing can't do, why are you?"

King Qi smiled: "What does Dean Zhuang mean by this? I don't understand. ”

Zhuang Nantian stopped speaking, shook his head gloomily, and at the same time, the cold aura around him suddenly climbed to the extreme.

"Sneer......"

There was a storm in the sky, and in the depths of the dark black clouds, there seemed to be countless golden crows howling hard, as if trying to break free from the shackles of darkness.

The divine light gathered, and the gods of midnight were suddenly as bright as day.

It was as if a true God had descended.

Zhuang Nantian's deep eyes glanced at the Forget Worry Pavilion, and said lightly: "I remember that the brush in Luo Danqing's hand is very hard, but I don't know how your methods are better than his?"

His words were only twenty-five words, but when each word fell, a piercing crack would suddenly emerge from his feet, extending in different directions like the roots of an old tree.

Zhuang Nantian Kuiwei's figure is as immobile as a mountain and a mountain, and his nail-like feet are submerged in the dirt, reaching knees deep, but his figure still seems to be so long and straight, standing like a mountain, and looking at it from a distance gives people a sense of stability.

Twenty-five words fell completely.

"Boom—"

The divine light contained in the black clouds in the firmament suddenly descended, like a sword like a sword, like a ghost like a god, impartial, just split down in the center of the attic of the Forget Worry Pavilion, and went straight into the ground.

Divine light, full of forgetfulness.

Then, in a flash, it was gone.

The whole god capital suddenly fell into the deep darkness again.

And the Forget Worry Pavilion is now divided into two.

In the pavilion, the figure of King Qi sitting upright is absolutely static like a rock of Mount Tai, and he has never moved a minute since the divine light descended until he disappeared.

That divine light was very tightly controlled, and the sharp light did not leak out in the slightest, it just divided the Forgetting Worries Pavilion into two, and everything in the pavilion was intact, even ......

The tea in the cup in King Qi's hand did not splash a trickle.

Zhuang Nantian said lightly: "You are not Luo Danqing after all. ”

With that, he turned and walked away.

At the same time, a voice full of deterrence suddenly came: "If there is a next time, this sharp light will not just fall on the body of the 'Forgetting Worry Pavilion'. ”

......

The light in the Forget Worry Pavilion is like a bean, and King Qi is still quietly sipping tea, as if nothing had happened before.

At this time, Feng Ling came from the darkness and bowed down and clenched his fists: "King Qi." ”

King Qi took a sip of fragrant tea and said, "Have you found Mu Bai?"

Feng Ling bowed his head sideways, and outside the attic, a black shadow dragged his feet that seemed to be filled with lead, he was dressed in black, almost blending in with the heavy shadows around him, and his pale face seemed to float in the void.

Luo Mubai.

He knew he had made a mistake, even if it was as small as dust to King Qi in the abstract.

In essence, what King Qi really cares about and grieves is the incompatibility between father and son, not understanding.

"Father, the child knows his mistakes and admits his mistakes. Luo Mubai knelt on the ground.

Knowing mistakes, admitting mistakes, and not correcting mistakes.

- Because he always felt that the study should not be a sharp blade to conquer the world at all, it should be a ruler in the hands of the teacher, and a god in the hearts of students.

- This point, Luo Mubai will not change from beginning to end.

Luo Mubai will not correct his mistakes, this point Luo Tianming is not clear in his heart, he is not angry, he still tastes tea quietly, and sighs: "Get up." ”

"Thank you, King Xie. ”

Then, another silence like a cold crypt began to spread in the Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.

Long.

Luo Tianming said softly: "Mu Bai, come and help my father comb his hair." ”

As he spoke, Luo Tianming removed the tidled hair crown, and the coarse long hair was scattered over his thick shoulders.

Luo Mubai walked behind him and was about to start tidying up, but his hand froze in the air, holding back tears and said, "Father, your hair." ”

And he did not know that his father's hair was now half white.

Luo Tianming laughed at himself: "It's ugly, isn't it?"

Luo Mubai held back tears and shook his head: "It's not ugly." ”

Luo Tianming smiled: "Mu Bai, help my father pull off some white hair." ”

Luo Mubai nodded slightly.

The relationship between father and son often warms up in front of the witness of the vicissitudes of life.

And the best testimony of the vicissitudes of life is the white hair of the father.

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