The autumn colors are like water, and the long night is like a complaint. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info a bright moon on the horizon, overflowing with clear light, bringing peace and tranquility to the world.

The fiery red maple leaves make a roaring sound in the wind, as if telling an ancient legend. The moonlight fell from the branches and leaves, shattering into countless points of light on the ground.

That little bit of moonlight is like tears on her daughter's cheeks, and the faint wind is her daughter whispering something in the moonlight. It's just that I can't hear it clearly.

However, although I can't hear it clearly, I may be able to guess that it is definitely a poignant story, or it may be an old story that was originally cheerful.

The white moon shone brightly, sprinkled on the ground, like frost and snow. Although the bright moon is full, people are not reunited.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I was not reunited with the person I was thinking about. The mood of people at this time seems to be a little bleaker than this autumn moon.

Under the snow-white moonlight, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the evening breeze blows, and the moonlight shakes with the wind, and in an instant, it becomes a graceful dance.

The dancing moonlight is more like her daughter's long hair, fluttering in the wind with the light skirt corners.

Presumably, my daughter is lonely!

Qingshui Villa, back mountain.

The moonlight has filled the night sky.

Luo Qingxue and his party had already left, and at this moment, there seemed to be nothing else here except the red leaves on the mountains and the moonlight all over the sky.

In the quiet moonlight, suddenly, the branch of a maple tree moved slightly, and then a black shadow flashed, and then a man walked out of the forest.

walked out from behind the tree that Luo Qingxue had been staring at for a while just now.

Blue clothes like water, long hair like ink, it is Yang Xiaofeng.

He walked past each grave, slowly and carefully. Every name engraved on the tombstone is his family. There are his relatives, there are servants of his family, and there are also disciples of their Qingshui Villa.

Yang Xiaofeng first circled the entire tomb, and finally, finally stopped in front of Yang Shuangzi and Mei Luoyun's graves, knelt on his knees, kowtowed a few times, and muttered: "Dad, mother, I'm back, Feng'er is back."

Ten years of torment, ten years of pain. The suffering of all these years, the sorrow of these years, at this moment, completely exploded.

The man kneeling in front of his parents' grave finally couldn't help but sobbed in a low voice. The tears in his eyes were like a flood that opened the floodgates, and he couldn't stop sliding.

That's missing my parents.

Who said that men don't flick when they have tears, just because they haven't reached the sad place!

He cried. This cry is not only the tears in his eyes, but also the endless grievances in his heart.

At the age of sixteen, he is still a child at all, who can understand the suffering and grievances he has suffered over the years, and who can understand the pain in his heart.

The dazzling white moonlight just happened to be shining on Yang Xiaofeng's body, shining on his lonely figure, looking sad and weak.

Although he had been pretending to be strong, at this moment, there was really no need for him to pretend anymore.

At this moment, he still has a little strength there.

Tears fell silently, and he choked in a low voice.

"Dad, mother, are you okay all these years, my son is back, I came back to see you......".

After a while, Yang Xiaofeng finally stopped crying, he had grown up after all.

He matured. Although the price he paid for maturity was too great, he was indeed no longer the young boy he once was.

Compared with before, he is much calmer now, and of course, it is difficult to find the freedom and sunshine of his youth. Now all he has is coldness and vicissitudes.

It's hard to go back to the past, and he won't be the boy he was again.

O merciless time!

Perhaps, what has been dyed white by the years is not only the hair on his sideburns, but also the vicissitudes of his heart.

"Dad, mother......", for a while, he seemed to have thousands of words to say to his parents, but he suddenly stopped.

"Daddy ......", Yang Xiaofeng suddenly got up, staring at the tombstone in front of him with his eyes, how could this be possible, on the night of the accident in Qingshui Villa, Dad was obviously out on errands.

The remains of the family should have been collected and buried by the people of Luoxue Valley, but that night, my father was not in the village at all, so how could his body be with the bodies of other people in the village?

But if the person in this grave is not his father, the people of Luoxue Valley will never bury him with his mother.

What's going on here?

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly had a big question in his heart. However, he soon figured it out, judging from the scale and speed of the killer attack that night, it was obvious that the attack on Qingshui Villa by the mastermind behind the scenes had been planned for a long time, and it must have gone through some careful deployment, even so, how could they let go of their father, who was the head of the family.

Although Daddy went out, he must have also been poisoned, perhaps, long before the attack on Qingshui Villa, the killer had already eliminated Daddy.

As for Daddy's corpse, it should be the night the killer attacked Clear Water Villa, and the killer also sent Daddy's body back at the same time as attacking Clear Water Villa.

Let's go.

Although this is his home, he is the only one now, so what's the point of staying in this empty Qingshui Villa?

However, after leaving Qingshui Villa, where should he go, and where can he go?

Avenge?

He didn't want to take revenge anymore now.

Guard?

Is the person he wanted to protect still there?

Still, he decided to go.

It's just that before he took a step, Yang Xiaofeng suddenly stopped, then lowered his head and looked at the ground under his feet, where there were a pair of shallow footprints, remember that Fang Cai, Ah Xue was standing here.

If so, there was only Ah Xue alone just now.

If Luo Qingxue was the only one just now, he would definitely rush out immediately to recognize her on the spot, but ......

However, there were three of them in their group. Who are the other two men?

What is the relationship between them and Ah Xue, or rather, what are they Ah Xue's people?

The one who was a little older, he could guess, should be Ah Xue's eldest brother, Luo Qingyu. What about the other one, who is the person who pays tribute to Ah Xue together?

What is the relationship between him and Ah Xue, and will he be Ah Xue's ......?

Could it be that Axue ...... she?

After that, he couldn't even think about it. However, he really couldn't help but think about it.

Could it be that Ah Xue has really married someone else?

It's the same, although he is engaged to her, he has disappeared for too long. Even if Ah Xue has married her now, it is understandable, and she can't be blamed.

If he really wants to blame, then he should also blame himself.

Ten years, ten years have passed.

She doesn't know whether she is alive or dead, she really doesn't have to wait for him, a person whose whereabouts are unknown, and she has no obligation to work hard for someone like him, she should find a good home for herself.

At this moment, I should really be happy for her, and I should bless her. But what a disobedience this is.

How cruel it was to him.

His relatives have long since left him, and now, even the thoughts in his heart are gone.

What is left of him from now on?

Suddenly, my heart ached.

When I have heart palpitations, it seems that it is much harder to breathe.

He almost felt like he was about to suffocate, and he could only gasp for air.

Even at one point, the heart seemed to come to a complete pause.

should have been happy for Ah Xue, but why was he so uncomfortable.

The feeling of heartache is so clear. Didn't my heart become numb and unconscious a long time ago? But why, why is it still so clear and heart-rending when it hurts?

Isn't it, although the years have changed people's hearts, they can never change the nostalgia and lovesickness in their hearts.

It's just that, from now on, who can he remember?

Under the bleak moonlight, Yang Xiaofeng quietly stared at the direction where Luo Qingxue and the three of them had just left, and gradually, they seemed to be stunned.

The cold night breeze blew, raising the long hair behind him, and the blue coat began to flutter in the wind.

The corners of the clothes fluttering, the long hair flying wildly, hunting in the wind.

Let's go, let's go, let's get out of here first.

What do you want to do so much, he's already suffered too much pain anyway, and he doesn't care about adding more.

Just, where to go?

Let's go to Ethereal Peak.

Listening to Ah Xue's conversation just now, they and their party are also going to Ethereal Peak.

Thinking of this, he finally took a big stride and went all the way to the mountain, and then went down the mountain without stopping.