A rain, so coincidentally, it just happened.

Before dawn, outside Jincheng City, there were only a few people standing in front of the crematorium that had burned countless dead strangers.

Xiao Ying stood alone at the forefront, and in the furnace lay peacefully the old man who protected her to grow up, and later wanted to harm her, and finally told her that she was wrong.

Not far behind him, Jiang Xiaoman and Ji Xiaoyue stood side by side, and Wei Ran stood a little behind the two.

Although the young man did not hold any official position in the border area, it did not prevent this powerful general who had 10,000 border troops in his hands to guard a city from being treated cautiously.

Not to mention that Jiang Yao himself is the number two person in a million miles away, just that one Jiang character is enough.

"Granny Mo, go all the way, Miss Ying wishes you to die as soon as possible!" Xiao Ying stood for a long time, but finally lit the torch in her hand and whispered to the old man's body.

Although it is raining, it will not be extinguished for torches that have been doused with oil.

Throwing it forward, it fell onto the dry wood under the old man.

In an instant, the light of the fire jumped up and crackled.

"Jiang Xiaoman, you said Granny Mo, is she a good person or a bad person. Ji Xiaoyue quietly looked at the shoulders that were silently twitching not far in front of her, and asked in a voice to the young man beside her.

Ji Xiaoyue doesn't like to hold an umbrella very much, on the contrary, she prefers the cool feeling of rain on her head.

But the young man next to him was afraid that Xiao Tang's thin body would be drenched in the rain and cold to his bones, so he insisted on leaning forward slightly with the not too big oil-paper umbrella in his hand, covering Ji Xiaoyue's head.

The rain that fell from the sky poured his back through.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoman's cultivation is not weak now, and there is nothing in the rain.

This little church man dressed as a man pretended not to know, but his heart was as warm as summer, and even the cool breeze blowing from the mountains felt warm.

"It's a good guy and a bad guy. Jiang Xiaoman looked at Xiao Tang, was silent for a while, and slowly spoke: "In our opinion, she should be a bad person, after all, she has done something wrong." But in Miss Xiao's heart, she can't say for sure, no matter how bad it is, in the final analysis, it is a character who brought her up and is like a grandmother to her. ”

"Hmm, hmm!" Xiao Tang nodded as if he didn't understand, and said softly, "That should be considered a bad good person." ”

Jiang Xiaoman smiled, did not refute, and continued: "Good people and bad people, there is no specific boundary to delineate, in the eyes of many people, good people are people who are worthy of you." And the bad guys are the ones who are sorry for you. ”

"If you say that, isn't there no good or bad at all?" Ji Xiaoyue turned her head, her big eyes were as clear as amber, looking at Jiang Xiaoman, her eyebrows like willow leaves were slightly frowned.

It is said that if two people stay for a long time, they will become more and more similar.

Unconsciously, Ji Xiaoyue also infected Jiang Xiaoman's habit of frowning.

"In fact, this is the case, where there is a difference between good people and bad people, only when you are right or wrong will you be formed whether you are a good person or a bad person. Because there are no absolute good people and bad people in this world, only the right people and sorry people. ”

Quietly moving the umbrella forward slightly, Jiang Xiaoman smiled, stretched out a hand and pointed it on the center of Xiaotang's eyebrows, and said, "Brother Xiaoyue, don't always frown, someone told me before, this person needs to smile so much to look good!"

The young man didn't pay attention, and when he pointed his finger on the little brother-in-law's eyebrows and whispered those words, Xiao Tang's hand hidden in his sleeve trembled slightly slightly.

"I hate it, don't order me!" Ji Xiaoyue shook her head, using chagrin to hide the inexplicable joy in her heart, and then put on a fierce expression that laughed more than angry, and asked with bared teeth: "Jiang Daxia, in your heart, am I a good person or a bad person?"

"For this hero, what I like is a good person, and what I don't like is a bad person. The young man laughed, carefully looked at the little hall with an expectant face, and said softly: "I really like you Brother Xiaoyue, so you are a good person in my place." ”

"Phew, shameless, the two adults said they liked it, I don't want you to like it!" Ji Xiaoyue turned her head and turned her back to the young man and took a sip, but the upturned arc of her mouth couldn't be closed.

"What about yourself?"

Xiao Tang was a little curious, what would this guy Jiang Xiaoworm say about himself.

The young man lowered his head and thought about it seriously, then raised his head again, used his hand without an umbrella to go to the rain falling from the sky, and said softly: "I, I don't care too much about whether I am a good person or a bad person in the eyes of the world, I just want to be a strong person." Strong enough to hold up this piece of heaven for the people around me, as long as I can be strong enough to protect the people I love and those who love me, it doesn't matter if the whole world treats me like a demon. ”

"Oh, that's it, then you're not destined to be a demon. Ji Xiaoyue nodded, and then laughed softly: "Because your heart is too soft, but the demon has no heart." ”

"You haven't peeled it off and seen it, how do you know?" Jiang Xiaoman was not convinced, and rubbed Xiao Tang's somewhat wet head fiercely.

"Because, you are very kind to everyone, even if Miss Ruxiao has only known friends for a long time, she did not hide from them when she was in the most danger. Ji Xiaoyue didn't resist, let Jiang Xiaoworm rub his head, and said seriously.

Jiang Xiaoman pursed his lips, and was a little speechless.

Perhaps, as this little brother Yue said, he is indeed kind.

But it doesn't mean that he doesn't know how to be cold-blooded, such as in the dungeon, Jiang Xiaoman really killed the entire Iron Cloak Gate.

For him, in the future, he will be pressed on his shoulders, and those who can be seen or invisible are destined to be kind in his heart, but not too kind.

This Jianghu, no matter who it is, has a noble status or a low background.

Those who are too kind-hearted are destined to live a very hard life.

Just like climbing a mountain, people who can only see the road under their feet, but don't know how to consider the difficulties and dangers ahead, are destined to not climb too high.

This is true whether it is in rivers and lakes or temples.

What people can see is always the bright side.

But often, it is the darkness that hides beneath the light that makes a person.

From the first time he held the spear in his hand, Jiang Xiaoman understood a truth.

Therefore, you can be kind, but you can't show kindness to everyone at any time.

Glancing at the small hall, Jiang Xiaoman sighed softly for no reason.

Compassion does not enter the rivers and lakes, benevolence does not enter the temple, benevolence does not enter the battlefield, this is what I said.

But it's a pity that as the son of the Jiang family, he has to touch all three things, and he must go through them.

......

The rain gradually subsided, but it didn't stop after all.

Xiao Ying looked at the gradually extinguishing flames, ignored the slippery on the ground, knelt in the rain, and slammed her head on the ground.

Towards the old man who had already turned into a puff of green smoke, he kowtowed respectfully three times.

Standing up slowly, the thin figure stood a little sluggish in the wind and rain, but there was a hint of tenacity that had never been seen before in those poetic eyebrows.

As Mo Yu said before his death, from now on, she will really be the only one left.

When I was young, I didn't want to be trapped in that mountain forest, so I quietly ran away from home many times.

But every time, before he went far, he would be found by his mother and Granny Mo, and then after being scolded painlessly, he reluctantly followed the two back to the cottage where they had lived from birth to now.

At that time, what she envied the most was the little medicine boy who could come and go freely into the mountains to collect medicine.

Because, when she laughed, there was always a little medicine boy with shallow dimples who told her that she was an orphan and was picked up and raised by the master of the medical hall since she was a child.

The little medicine boy's master adopted many children like him, and when he was more than ten years old, he let them go into the mountains to collect medicine.

So even if you are playful, outside or in the mountains, stay for a few more days, no one will scold, unrestrained like a bird flying high.

But she can't, even if she goes out to play during the day and comes back late, her mother will have to blame her.

Sometimes when I come back later, if my mother is really angry, then she won't even leave dinner.

Several times, it was Granny Mo who quietly brought a hidden omelette or a small bowl of clear noodles to herself at night.

Every time, Mo Yu would sit on the side with a kind smile and watch her gobble up, and then ask her to listen to her mother before leaving.

Later, when I grew up, I was more or less rebellious, and I would have a word or two with Xiao Shu'er, and I would feel that Mo Yu was too nagging.

So at that time, Xiao Ying always felt that her mother was strict, and Granny Mo was a little verbose.

I fantasize about when I can be like the little medicine boy brother who has never been in the mountains again, no one to control it, no need to listen to nagging.

On such days, just thinking about it makes me feel as chic as a fairy.

But when this day really came, she realized that what she had been trying to push away in the past was what she really wanted to keep.

After her mother left, no one would worry and blame her, and tolerate her late home.

Now, Granny Mo is also gone, and she will no longer hear the so-called experience and nagging that she always felt annoying in the past.

The world is big, but there is no room that can go back to the light.

Xiao Ying let go of the umbrella in her hand and tilted her head, perhaps because today's rain was indeed too dripping, unconsciously blurring her eyes.

The vision in front of me is blurred.

But even with her head up, there were still droplets of water sliding down her cheeks and neck, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

What arose spontaneously was a feeling of helplessness and powerlessness that I had never felt before.

Like the tide surging in the night, it slowly swallowed Xiao Ying's heart, and then tore her whole heart apart.

At a loss, but painful.

Ji Xiaoyue looked at Xiao Ying's appearance, did not speak, silently bent down to pick up the umbrella she threw aside, and then walked in the rain with the umbrella.

Still wet from the rain on his robe, he walked behind the girl Xiao who was crying silently with her head up, gently opened the oil-paper umbrella, and stood on tiptoe slightly to block the umbrella on Xiao Ying's head.

"Don't cry, you still have us. Ignoring the rain pouring down her clothes into her neck, Ji Xiaoyue said softly.

"Ji Gongzi!" couldn't help it anymore, Xiao Ying turned around and lay there and was a little thin, but for her at this time, she was the only shoulder she leaned on and cried.

Behind the two of them, Jiang Xiaoman stepped forward lightly and held up an umbrella on the heads of the two people again.

Like a sculpture, it stands tall and motionless, regardless of the wind and rain.

Wei Ran stood not far away holding a vermilion oil-paper umbrella, watching this scene in silence.

Silently, he tilted the paper umbrella in his hand, which originally belonged to his wife, to his side slightly, and raised it slightly.

It's as if the little woman who would lean in front of the city gate every time and wait for him to return was still by his side.

That time, it was also in such rain.

He returned victorious, and was distressed to hold an umbrella for his wife, who was standing in the rain waiting for him to return.

The last expedition, the same victory, the same rainy day, but no one waited in the rain for him.

What about cultivating to become a Venerable, and what about being awarded the title of general?

But the umbrella in his hand couldn't be opened for anyone after all.

Listening to that Lang Zhong, she walked peacefully that day, did not leave him a suicide note, but just whispered two words in the direction of the north, without regrets.

"Rou'er, I miss you!"

Wei Ran looked up at the sky, and immediately let out a clear sigh.

The dark clouds that covered the sky were scattered upside down as if frightened at this moment.

Suddenly, the clouds were cleared, and the sun shone on the earth.

On this day, Wei Ran, the general of Jincheng, shattered Dan and condensed the infant and stepped into the realm of princes.