In a courtyard somewhere in the town, Yang Xiaofeng was leaning on the railing under the porch, quietly in a daze, or reminiscing about something. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the room behind them, Yang Xiaoxi and Luo Qingxue were cleaning up the tables and chairs, and the other was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Seriously, since Yang Xiaofeng returned to Luoxue Valley, Luo Qingxue, the eldest lady who has never been in the kitchen, was stunned and asked Lan Ru to teach her to cook, which made Lan Ru and his wife and Luo Wenbin and some other people who knew her temperament very depressed for a while, and thought that she had taken the wrong medicine because of fever. However, after a while, everyone is not surprised.

In the end, Luo Qingyu and others came to a conclusion that the power of love is so great that even a woman with a cold temperament like Luo Qingxue can change it.

Of course, Luo Qingyu always used these words to tease Yang Xiaofeng, which made him so embarrassed. Even sometimes, Luo Qingyu teased Yang Xiaofeng directly in front of his sister, but Luo Qingxue still went her own way and never changed her approach.

It turns out that no matter how cold a woman is, one day, she will always be willing to let go of all her pride for the man in her heart, and let her coldness turn into infinite watery tenderness like frost.

Yang Xiaofeng is such a man in Luo Qingxue's life.

The evening breeze is gentle, reminiscent of the past.

The light candles set off the comfortable and peaceful atmosphere in the house.

A pair of brothers and sisters, a pair of lovers. At this moment, the rivers and lakes have long been isolated from this small courtyard, let it be treacherous, but everything has nothing to do with this place.

This is a stronghold of influence in the town of Falling Snow Valley. There are many such strongholds in the town, but this is the only one that Luo Qingxue knows.

After the disaster at Qingshui Villa, Luoxue Valley has been secretly investigating the truth of the incident over the years, and naturally set up several strongholds here in order to monitor the former site of Qingshui Villa at all times.

"Brother, what are you doing outside alone, come in and eat", two of the three people's food was cleaned up, but after only a while, Yang Xiaoxi was already urging.

Yang Xiaofeng was still leaning on the railing, pondering, and didn't seem to hear his sister calling him.

The long sky is lonely and the moon is lonely, and the light outside the corridor is like rain. In this situation, he can't think of a person, an old man.

In the past ten years, he has spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with Li Muqing, I don't know who he spent this year with?

I don't know if Master is okay at this moment?

Come to think of it, even in this day of family reunion, he is the only one.

"Wind ......", I don't know when, Luo Qingxue was already standing behind him, and asked softly: "Do you miss your relatives again?"

"Yes, I thought of Master, he is so old now, but he is still ......alone", Yang Xiaofeng turned around and smiled faintly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Ah Xue, will we take Master over to live together in the future?"

"Well, okay......", Luo Qingxue nodded with a smile, and said softly: "The third uncle has no queen, we must treat him like our own children, so that the old man can live happily in his old age."

"Ah Xue, thank you for ......", it may be easy for a man to find a woman who loves him, but he is limited by the selfishness of love itself, so we want to firmly bind the person we love to ourselves. Therefore, it is more difficult for a man to find a woman who can understand you, tolerate you, and can stand in your position to consider you, and even learn to let you go.

But fortunately, God treated Yang Xiaofeng well, allowing him to find such a woman.

He really thanked Luo Qingxue from the bottom of his heart, he had a thousand words to say to her in his heart, but when the words came to his mouth, he choked for a while. He and she looked at each other quietly, for a long time, relatively speechless. Then, he smiled faintly and said, "Ah Xue, you are so good."

Luo Qingxue's eyes were misty, and she looked at Yang Xiaofeng with infinite gentleness, and a few simple words moved her to tears. So much so that a touch of red appeared on the beautiful face, which looked beautiful and incomprehensible.

"Oh, I said that the two of you, both old husbands and wives, why are you still so greasy, it's really unbearable to ......", Yang Xiaoxi's head came out of the middle of the two of them very inappropriately, and the words in her mouth obviously ruined the atmosphere at the moment, but she obviously pretended to be innocent, and said with a smirk: "The dishes are almost cold, do you still want to eat them"?

The bright moon hangs high, and the stars outside the corridor are shining. In the distance, Yang Xiaoxi's angry blame could be heard, and he shouted: "Brother, what are you doing, why are you rubbing my hair again, your head has been rubbed by you."

The cold moon hangs alone, and this night is destined to be a sweet and peaceful night. It's just that this night, there are too many people who stay up all night.

There was no light in the room, Yang Xiaoling stood quietly in front of the window, letting the darkness drown him, the mountains in the distance were faintly hazy, and in the moonlight, Qingshui Villa had already been blurred.

"I don't know when I will be able to come back again"?

He looked resolute and muttered to himself in the dark, but unfortunately, no one answered him.

Perhaps, he asked a question that even he himself did not have an answer to.

Under the gloomy moonlight, Yang Xiaoling completely hid himself in the dark, who knows, perhaps, he also has too much reluctance in his heart!

Shimizu Villa.

In the back mountain clearing.

The two men in black laughed wildly for a long time, and finally gradually stopped.

Inadvertently, a trace of loss flashed on the face of the man who was called the Lord in front of him, he thought that he had seen the most ridiculous thing in the world, but now he found that this matter was not ridiculous at all, but a little sad, even hateful.

The man in the back was like him, he didn't know who he was laughing at with this inexplicable laughter. Maybe it's someone else, or maybe it's himself.

With careful eyes, the man in front finally glanced around the lonely graves, and said emotionlessly: "Let's go, if the news is true, Xiaofeng and Luo Qingxue will get married next, then we should also go back and prepare well."

"Yes, it's time for us to make some preparations...... the man in black in the back followed the words of the man in front of him and said, "When the time comes, we must give Luo Wenbin a generous gift."

"Not only to give Luo Wenbin a gift, but also to send a heavy congratulatory gift to Xiaofeng and Luo Qingxue."

It's late at night.

The shopkeeper was already drunk, and thanks to Li Muqing's help, he and his wife settled him down and fell asleep. Of course, the boss had already settled a room for Li Muqing before, but he didn't even feel a trace of sleep.

In the distance, a vague shadow under the sky is the outline of Shimizu Villa.

He looked fixedly, as if he had been fooled. How many times, in the unknown night, he has also looked at the shadow in such a daze.

But now, is there still the person he has been caring for?

The night was quieter, and the wind blew his long gray hair, which began to spread out in the darkness with the wind, and his white clothes, which had long since turned blue after being washed many times, began to flutter in the wind.

The next moment, he walked out slowly, with steady steps, and slowly walked to the courtyard outside.

The silence around them became more and more silent. When I looked up, it was already the middle of the moon, and the light was clear.

At such times, people's feelings of longing are often heavier.

If it was in the past, he would definitely go there at night to see the person he was worried about, but now, ......

Alas...... , think about it or forget it, perhaps, he is really old.

Sighing softly and looking down, he looked at his hand, and at some point, he had an extra sword in his hand—a wooden sword.

The next moment, the sword began to swing in the moonlight with the wind.

The moonlight is like a waterfall, sweeping away the haze of the dark night, and the sword in his hand is gently waved, it seems to be more dazzling than this moonlight, and even the stars in the sky are a few points inferior.

The night breeze is cold, pouring in from the neckline, making people feel a little bit of autumn cold, but at this moment, the blood in my heart has completely boiled. Thoughts are like a flood that bursts the embankment, and all the past has been drowned, but the face in the memory has become clearer and clearer as yesterday.

The streamer years, like the next day, I thought it had faded away, but it turned out to be just hiding in the deepest corner of my memory, and I never forgot anything.

The sword light is thousands of points, sometimes graceful and elegant, sometimes flowing water. The brilliant silver light reflected the face that had long been emaciated by the years, and at that moment, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be soothed a little; at that moment, it seemed that he had returned to yesterday's time; at that moment, it seemed that he was still the sword god who looked down on the world in the past.

That young, arrogant Li Muqing.

At a certain moment, the youthful frivolity that had long been worn away by the years seemed to return to him.

The sleeve robe was fluttering, bringing gusts of cold wind, blowing the long hair on his temples, and a few drops of sweat appeared on Li Muqing's pale face after all. Quietly, everything was calm again. The cold moon is still shining, it turns out that this is just a thin old man after all.

He slowly closed his eyes, and slowly, the wooden sword slipped gently from his hand.

His thin clothes seemed to be unable to withstand the cold of the night, and he stood still, letting the night wind blow his emaciated body.

An inexplicable chill penetrated every inch of the body, and it seemed that even the heart had been cooled.

Night, deep ......

Who was sighing slightly in the darkness.

Li Muqing gasped for breath, letting himself slowly calm down, and when he raised his head again, there was a faint confusion in his eyes.

In the sky, the starlight shimmered, condensing into a familiar face.

Whether, as in the past, the pretty face with a smile like a flower in my memory.

That year he met her for the first time, that month she married someone else's wife, and that day she died in his sight.

The original heart-to-heart promise, how to choose to fulfill, after letting go, whether it is right or wrong.

Perhaps, everything doesn't matter anymore.

The night breeze blew, messing up the long gray hair.

The horizon is foggy.

He looked at it in a daze, and suddenly smiled, silently, faintly, perhaps, there was a bit of bitterness in this smile.

The past, bit by bit, seems to be engraved in my heart and can no longer be erased, and memories slowly emerge in the dark night.

I thought that after letting go, I could choose to forget the past, but it turned out that the past only became more unforgettable.

After letting out a sigh, he slowly lowered his head and looked seriously at the ground under his feet, where a sword and a wooden sword were lying quietly.

It turned out that in this life, he had always been only with the sword, and only the sword, and he had never left him.

For some reason, there was a sudden hint of confusion in my heart.

He taught Yang Xiaofeng the reason for the sword, but what about himself?

"Alas......", sighed slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes again. There seemed to be a whisper in his mouth, probably a person's name.

The night is deeper, the sky is like a curtain, and the moon is thick.

He took a deep breath, and then smiled slightly, very free and easy, very relieved. Then, he turned around and walked into the room.

Xu is tired, no matter how strong his heart is, he still needs to rest, not to mention, he is a very fragile person.

The night passed quietly.