Fang Yin is leaving.

It was the end of March, and the spring flowers were blooming.

Everything is recovering, the earth is covered with green, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the scenery is pleasant, and everywhere is full of vitality.

The gentle wind blows on the corners of the eyebrows and eyes, blows the clothes and long hair, and a trace of warmth blows into the heart.

But it can't be dissolved, the gloom on his face, the coldness in his heart, and the faint sorrow.

Three months ago, Fang Yin had already wanted to leave, and Fang Yin had no reason to stay here. Three months later, Fang Yin was leaving, but suddenly found that there was still some in his heart, very much, and he was reluctant. Fang Yin thought that he wouldn't care, Fang Yin had always thought that he wouldn't care, but when he was about to leave, he found that this mountain, this water, this person, and this thing were all like that, and it was difficult for Fang Yin to give up, really, really, very difficult!

This is not Fang Yin's home, this is also Fang Yin's home.

Love is home, Fang Yin understood.

This is a big family, elders are like relatives, friends are like brothers, and Fang Yin is also one of them.

It's been five years, more than five years, more than a thousand days and nights, who can say a word, I don't care! Fang Yin cares, Fang Yin cares very much, Fang Yin actually doesn't want to leave. The world outside is very vast, and there are many wonderful things outside, but it has nothing to do with Fang Yin, Fang Yin just wants to stay here in the old and dead mountain, just like a grass and a stone here, a person quietly, living a peaceful life like water.

Sitting in front of the house, alone.

For three months in a row, Daoist Fang was depressed all day long, and his brows were sad.

I don't say much, I have nothing to do, I am listless, and I am in a daze every day except sleeping.

This is a disease, Daoist Fang understands.

When loneliness becomes a habit, autism will arise, and Daoist Fang once became an autistic person.

Shy to speak, afraid to meet people.

It doesn't matter, it's mild. Su Dao Chang said that Zhuge Liang, an ancient capable man, was also this kind of problem before, and it was severe, and then he was cured when he went down the mountain, and he also achieved a great career. Of course, no matter what kind of things get to Su Lao Dao, it doesn't matter, including what Fang Yin wants to go. The chief raised his hands in support and thought he should have left a long time ago. Say, people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, so it saves me from looking upset.

I have to mention Daoist Su, because he is Daoist Fang's best friend. Although it seemed that he didn't want to see Daoist Fang, even though Daoist Fang always didn't like to listen to what he said. Of course, that's also when it's scored, and sometimes, it's different. For example, when Daoist Fang had been haunted by the pale and pale scars on his face, and he was even more frustrated by his pale and thin appearance.

Su Dao Chang said, that's not a scar, that's a scar, don't worry, my medicine doesn't leave a scar.

Su Dao said, I look at this appearance is very good, the vicissitudes of life, the melancholy temperament, and the lonely eyes, there will be many little girls who will be fascinated by you after you go out.

At that time, Daoist Fang laughed, and his smile was even more ugly than a ghost.

Su Daoist is able to speak, so he is Daoist Fang's best friend.

No kidding, Su Dao Chang is not a person who likes to joke, Su Dao Chang can be described as well-intentioned. Su Dao Chang said, I am practicing the exercises, and I haven't found a solution yet, but I have read the sword book, and I can tell you the mystery in it. Su Dao Chang said that swordsmanship is divided into four styles, not four types of sword moves, but four types of sword intent, one on pages one to four, and one on pages five, six and seven. Su Dao Chang said that I don't know the last three forms, the first type is called the Fu of the Wind, which is actually a chant of all things in heaven and earth, and you only need to understand the word "movement and static", which can be achieved.

Daoist Fang couldn't understand it, and he didn't think so, Daoist Fang said that he wouldn't believe him anymore, and Daoist Fang wouldn't believe him anymore. But Su Dao Chang didn't need him to believe it, Su Dao Chang just told him and planted a seed in his heart. Su Dao Chang said that if you want to understand this sword book, you must go out and take a look, see the world, and see its innumerable ingenuity and magnificence. Just because this sword book is not about swordsmanship, but about life.

The mystery is on the eighth page, and it is clearly written, one word: guess.

Daoist Fang is not a genius, Daoist Su is a genius, no matter what he does.

Low table, bench, half-asleep. Regardless of whether it is a good choice to drink to drown his sorrows, Daoist Fang has been more and more fond of drinking recently, and he is becoming more and more able to drink. Even if a person drinks stuffy, it is an extremely boring thing. Depressed, decadent, drunk and dreaming of death. This is Wuzi Peak, Daoist Fang doesn't go anywhere, every day in addition to eating and sleeping is drinking in a daze. Su Dao Chang didn't care about him, no one cared about him, not even one hundred and eight didn't care about him.

One hundred and eight is busy in love, and it has been a few days since he came.

During this period, Lu Daochang came three times.

During this period, Mu Zhangjiao came twice.

During this time, Miss Yuan came once.

Whoever came Fang Yin was generally speechless, just because when they came to see Fang Yin, Fang Yin was drunk.

Or pretending to be drunk.

She came with him.

and when he opened his mouth, he could say something.

Fang Yin was leaving, they didn't know, and neither did she.

A burden on the table, a pot of wine, and a glass.

Inside the baggage was a book, a roll of paper, a sword, and a piece of clothing.

The yellow and the white are gold and silver.

"Old Xue, where are you?" Fang Yin thought of him again, if it weren't for him, Fang Yin wouldn't be here. He left, leaving Fang Yin behind, and now Fang Yin is also leaving, and I don't know if I can see him again. Fate is a strange thing, like fate. Fang Yin was about to go down the mountain, and alone, he left this place as he came, and ran towards an unknown future alone. is the way forward, Fang Yin has no future.

Fate is a strange thing, and life is a journey one after another, strange is strange in the road under one's feet, to go or not to go is not one's choice. When I came, everything is still in front of me, and everything is still unknown, but five or six years have passed. Fang Yin grew up, Fang Yin didn't grow up, Fang Yin seemed to have gained a lot, and he didn't seem to have gotten anything. However, all is in the past, and moving forward is the only option.

Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow.

Before going down the mountain, Fang Yin still had a few things to do.

I was going to meet three people, Mu Zhangjiao, Lu Daochang, and Miss Yuan.

And a horse.

Take a look at a few more places, and you'll leave the day after tomorrow.

"That's it, that's it. Fang Yin was talking to himself and drinking, no one saw or heard. His eyes fell on a small pale yellow flower in the corner of the wall. A butterfly on the flower, a small white butterfly, swaying weakly in the wind, as quiet as a flower. The air is fresh, the fragrance of the grass and trees, the smell of the earth, the blue sky and the white clouds, generally clean and refreshing. made Fang Yin intoxicated and obsessed, and he was nostalgic.

There is no hustle and bustle here, this place is different from the previous life, this place is quiet and makes people happy, and no one will not like this feeling. It's the heart, it's still insufficient. Daoist Fang wants to go home, Boss Fang wants to see his brother, and Little Fangzi wants to find his father. Fang Yin may not come back, Fang Yin may come back, what Fang Yin is going to do Fang Yin himself doesn't know, but Fang Yin knows that he is-

Really, it's leaving.