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A sword goes down, empty.

It's snowing again, and it's the scene of early winter.

The swift sword danced into an ice wheel, splitting the drifting remnants of snow.

The last enemy is gone.

Well, the revenge is over.

Hate, isn't it time to go away?

Mei Xiaoyan didn't know, he only felt more lonely in his heart, and no one could understand.

Even he didn't understand it, and he never did.

Chunjia?

Xiao Yan turned around sharply, and disappeared from the thousands of bees, and also disappeared from Tingting Yuli's Chunjia.

"What about my junior sister?" Xiao Yan grabbed the placket of the man in white and shouted: "Where is my junior sister!"

"How do I know?" The man in white smiled helplessly with an innocent face: "However, I do know one thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

"You should keep your promise, and after killing the enemy, thank your sister with death. The man in white smiled faintly and raised his eyebrows.

Her hand softened, and she let go of the placket of the man in white, Mei Xiaoyan's eyes burst into tears: "Chunjia's whereabouts are unknown, how can I die?"

"Oh, is it?" the man in white nodded, muttering to himself, "That seems like a good excuse." ”

"Still. After muttering to himself, he laughed at Xiaoyan again: "Those people on the top of the cliff twenty years ago, before they found the corpses of the beggars and the people of the mountains, forests and reefs, do you think they should die?"

"Who are you!" Xiao Yan stabbed out the sword and pointed it at the heart of the man in white.

With honey in his hand, the man in white drank it lightly, and asked again: "If you find Chunjia and she is still alive, will you die?"

Xiao Yan was silent, and the blade of the sword slowly drooped.

"If you don't die, are you as despicable as the people at the top of the Xuantian Cliff twenty years ago?" The man in white asked endlessly, and then asked: "Then who should seek revenge on you?"

Xiao Yan couldn't answer his question, and when the blood rushed to the top of his skull, he put his sword across his neck.

"The sword is in your hand, you will die if you love it, and no one will bury you. The man in white turned around and ignored it, walked down the mountain, and said: "If you still want to see Chunjia again, follow me, don't lose it." ”

Goodbye Chunjia?

If you die immediately, you can see Chun Jia, and Mei Xiaoyan will die immediately.

The man in white walked very fast, and when his back disappeared into the path, Xiao Yan didn't dare to hesitate for half a minute, and immediately followed in a vertical step.

The carriage is still the same, but there is no longer Chunjia in the carriage.

The man in white climbed into the carriage, hung up the bridge curtain, and sat down widely.

"Turn the car around. ”

He commanded Xiao Yan with any sound, like commanding his own servants.

Xiao Yan raised the whip and pulled the horse's back red, he hated the horse to take off, and in a moment, he saw Chunjia.

However, everything is in the hands of the man in white, Xiaoyan doesn't know where Chunjia is, so she can only believe him.

Xiao Yan was tireless, only urging the horse forward, and did not know how many villages she had passed through in half a day.

At night, the carriage was stationed by a wild stream, and the man in white threw cold water on the stream.

The placket of his clothes was also wet by him, and he shook the residual water on his hands and walked to Xiao Yan's side.

"Mei Xiaoyan, Chunjia grew up with you, there must be many interesting stories about childhood, tell me, what did she do for you?"

Simple questions aroused Xiaoyan's feelings, inextricably linked, entangled, and unsorted out.

Just like his life with Chunjia, since he can remember, they have been entangled together, and they can't be sorted out.

The practice did not improve, and when she was punished by her mother for kneeling, Chun Jia would secretly bring tea and rice in the middle of the night, and put a soft pillow under Xiaoyan's knees.

Every meal, no matter what is delicious, Chunjia will slam into Xiaoyan's bowl.

In the hot summer, when you are practicing hard in the woods, you can always see the sour plum soup boiled by Chunjia.

In the scorching winter wind, when you practice the glacier, there will be a hand stove sent by Chunjia.

The hand stove is covered in his hand, but it is warm to the heart.

It seems that Chunjia and him have always been together and have never been separated.

"Then, tell me about it, what have you done for Chunjia?"

What have I done for Chunjia?

yes, what has been done?

Xiao Yan's mind was blank, and she couldn't remember half of the matter.

I have nothing but hatred.

"Finally, if you could see Chunjia again, what would you say to her?"

Say what?

It seems that there are 10,000 words I want to say to Chunjia, but I choked in my heart.

"Mei Xiaoyan, tonight, I'll catch the carriage. The man in white sighed, jumped on the driver's seat, and picked up the horsewhip: "You have been blinded by tears, and I am afraid that you will drive the car into the ditch and affect me." ”

Tears?

Mei Xiaoyan wiped the corners of her eyes, and sure enough, there were tears.

There are in the corners of the eyes, there are on the face, and there are also on the chin.

When did this slip of tears?

"There's honey in the carriage, and if you drink it, you can at least wrap your belly. The man in white raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If you starve to death, what will I give to Chunjia?"

The honey is very sweet, Xiao Yan took a sip, he wanted to cheer up, and then show Chun Jia what he looked like as a young hero.

The honey is very fragrant, Xiaoyan drank this mouthful, and suddenly sleepiness hit, no matter what, she couldn't hold up her eyelids, and she could fall asleep.

Late at night, in a lonely house.

A beautiful woman sat alone in the courtyard.

The wine is in the fingertips, the moon is in the wine, cold, like her eyes.

There was a knock at the courtyard door.

The woman didn't pay attention, and heard someone laughing outside the courtyard: "Passing by here, begging for a glass of wine, don't be stingy." ”

The conversation is hearty, and it is a man's voice.

The woman put down her wine glass and said in a strange voice: "There are only women in the courtyard, and when the husband enters the courtyard, I am afraid that it will be inconvenient." ”

"In that case, I don't force it. Outsiders still laughed: "Wine is a fishing poem, no poetry drinking, Mrs. is inevitably lonely, there is a small poem to give, I hope to help Mrs. wine." ”

People who are so presumptuous can't get rid of them.

Is it because you can't feel comfortable in the middle of the night?

Let's listen to what he says, if there is a half-word flirtation, don't blame me for having black hands.

As the woman raised her glass, she heard a singing from outside the courtyard:

Relatives and daughters don't recognize each other,

Raising children hate.

There are no relatives and friends in the rivers and lakes,

Alone twenty springs.

The glass fell, and the woman was standing by the courtyard door.

The lotus foot kicked off the door bolt, and a thin bamboo led the way, pointing directly at the outsiders.

The thin bamboo is crystal clear, long like a staff, thin like a sword, and points on the throat of people outside the hospital.

The outsider was a man in white.

The eyebrows are handsome, and the white clothes are better than the snow.

Holding a white feather fan, a little fluttering.

There was a thin bamboo dot on the throat, and the man in white smiled: "I heard that the beggars help people use bamboo sticks to find snakes and beat dogs, is the lady from a beggar?"

"Who are you!"

The woman asked coldly, and the fine bamboo went in again.

With a long sigh, the man in white was full of helplessness: "The courtyard door has been opened, won't Madame invite me in for a glass of wine?"

"My yard, there is no return. The woman sneered and raised her eyebrows: "Do you dare to enter?"

Two fingers brushed aside the thin bamboo in the woman's hand, and the man in white laughed a few times and stepped into the courtyard.

There was wine on the table, and the man in white grabbed it and drank it, turned around and replied to the woman with a smile: "In addition to reciting poems, I can also tell stories, I want to tell a story to my wife, does my wife dare to listen to it?"