The third time he came, Bai Qian was already familiar with Gusu City. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the drum had been beaten three times, he sneaked into a mansion on West Street like a ghost.

There was also silence in Xiling Mansion, except for one bedroom with the lights on.

Climbing through the window, he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

The owner of the house had never left for three years, nor had he ever spoken a word.

Shirazen walked over to the bed and sat down.

I saw that the man on the bed had a calm face, his eyes slightly closed, and there was no sadness or joy.

Although it was the umpteenth time he had seen him, looking at this face seriously, Bai Qian still had to sigh that Xiao Ye was really good-looking.

He can even be said to be the best-looking person he has ever seen in his life, his appearance is more smooth and exquisite than the most exquisite sculpture in the Buddhist shrine, although the silhouette is beautiful, but also very resolute, so although the facial features are exquisite, it is not so that people can mistake it for a woman.

But the most wonderful thing on his face is actually that pair of dream-like eyes, looking at you seriously, can teach people to read thousands of deep feelings.

Of course, Xiao Ye can't be affectionate to anyone, but his eyes are too clear and deep, so that people can see a different self in his eyes.

It's a pity that it's been a long time since he looks at himself like that, and Bai Qian is about to forget Xiao Ye's pupils.

In fact, Bai Qian hesitated for a long time before coming, whether to remember his handsome back at the end or to see the current lifeless "sleeping beauty".

He finally came, crossed many long roads, and came to see him on March 3 every year, Xiao Ye's birthday. Even if it was pointless, he wouldn't know, let alone greet him.

The light in Xiao Ye's room would be on every night, and his father said that he was afraid that his son would wake up one day just in time for the night and he would not be able to see.

Xiling Ye has been asleep like this for three years, and the injuries on his body have gradually improved, but he has never been able to wake up.

Bai Qian just came over to make sure he wasn't dead yet.

In the south of the Yangtze River in spring and March, it is a lively time, and a few pots of orchids are also placed in Xiaoye's room, which is already half open.

The doctors have long had no hope for Xilingye's recovery, and he is left to hang in one breath, and if no miracle happens, he will not be able to wake up in this life.

It's just that the father Xiling Muhe refuses to accept the fact that his only son will not wake up, and he has been raising him like this every day as if he was still alive.

Xiling Muhe, is the military department of the previous dynasty, their family, three generations of generals, to the son Xiling Ye is already the fourth generation. Since he was born, Xiling Muhe has devoted too much effort to this son, from literacy and hyphenation to the art of war and martial arts, there is nothing that he has not personally asked.

He regards this son as more important than anything else, and as long as he is still alive in the world for a day, he will not stop hoping that his son will wake up.

Many times, the family thinks that the old man has gone crazy.

Three years ago, the master resigned, dismissed most of the subordinates in the family, and moved from Chang'an to Gusu with the young master and wife. The only reason is just to believe in the statement of a traveling doctor in the rivers and lakes, saying that the weather in Gusu is clear and warm, which is beneficial to the young master's recovery.

He often talked to this son all day and day, and it didn't take long for all his gray hair to turn gray.

The former military department was still in power, and the emperor was deposed later, and he couldn't escape death. It's just that Xiling Ye was carried into the house half-dead, and he immediately went to resign and leave Chang'an.

No one cares about a delirious crazy old man, and even the martial arts families in Gusu City have forgotten how many prominent masters the Xiling family has produced.

Bai Qian also talked a lot at Xiao Ye's bedside this night, and his voice was so low that almost only he could hear it. Occasionally, when someone who got up at night heard the murmuring in the young master's room, he no longer made a fuss, and since the young master passed out, someone often talked to him, and he became the person who could keep secrets the most.

Bai Qian told him all the things he had seen and heard on the rivers and lakes this year, and he said that in the Central Plains, there seemed to be the whereabouts of the Netherworld Swordsman again. Since Xiao Ye left, he has become a prodigal son who has nothing to do in the rivers and lakes, and he will be planning to go to the Netherworld Swordsman Bibi Sword.

It's been several years, and Bai Qian is still not used to such a quiet Xiao Ye, not that Xiao Ye is usually noisy, but he always looks at you seriously when he usually talks to him, and he will not be so unresponsive.

For a moment, Bai Qian thought that the Xiling Ye he knew was probably really dead. Lying here is just a corpse that looks like Xiling Ye, otherwise how could he no longer care about the world and stop joking with himself.

That Bai Qian really wanted to give him a sword, and he always felt that it was better to have a tombstone to hang on to the ground than such a tossing person who would not live or die.

When he came before last, he saw Xiling Muhe, with a bent body, half-white beard, and a peachwood cane walking in to tell Xiao Ye about his childhood.

There is no shadow of a military general on him, as if it is not only his son who died, but even he died together.

It's actually far-fetched to say that it's a crutch, and it's just a peachwood stick. The polished one looks like it has been some years, and the people who follow him together know that he cut it for Xiling Ye to practice swords when he was a child.

In fact, I have known Xiao Ye for a long time, and I haven't heard him mention his father a few times, but Xiao Ye mentions his fiancée Ali the most. Shiro had never seen that girl before, and he didn't even know what her full name was. It's just that Xiao Ye said that there is no one on the ground, and it is difficult to find it in the sky, so he gave birth to a little divine exchange.

Xiao Ye never admired anyone, and he didn't have much respect when it came to his father or the attitude of the monarch, but his attitude towards Ah Li was very different, which made Bai Qian particularly curious. After being curious, he found that he had known Xiao Ye for six years, and he didn't know much about him, even if it was Ah Li, it was just that name.

However, Xiao Ye knows even less about him, and never asks about the past and future of Bai Qian. This is a tacit understanding between them, that is, only the current cooperation, and this tacit understanding maintains the trust between them, which has never collapsed.

Thinking of Xiao Ye's family reminded Bai Qian of his own family, since his mother died, he left his home on the side of Hengduan Mountain, and he didn't go back for about ten years.

He was withdrawn, had poor news, and had an indifferent relationship with his father, and had no contact with him since the day he left home.

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't been home for so many years, and he was a little surprised, and he was surprised that after so many years, he didn't feel homesick much.

His father is definitely not as old as Xiao Ye's father, and his sisters may have grown up and married. And oneself, for the family, may be no different from non-existence.

When the drum of the fifth watch sounded, the sky was already about to turn white, and the people in Xiling Mansion were about to get up. Bai Qian said to Xiao Ye, who was still with his eyes closed: "I still decided to go home first to have a look, and then go to find the Netherworld Swordsman in the autumn, and come to see you next year." ”