"Jun and Brother ......"

Behind him was a familiar call. Looking back in shock, the cup in his hand fell to the ground and he didn't realize it: "Su Su ......"

Blue and white cloth clothes, elegant and simple water color, simple wooden hairpins, natural carving. It was her favorite outfit that she once loved, and she still did it, and she stood in the moonlight, smiling reservedly. "I know you didn't recognize me that day because I changed my attire......"

Xie Junhe smiled bitterly and picked up the wine glass on the ground. The impression of the past was engraved too deeply in his heart: "You scared me...... I thought that twelve years of wind and frost had already made Su Su old, but ......"

"Are you complimenting me?" a hint of coquettishness flashed in her eyes.

"No, you know I'm poisonous, and I never boast about people. Junhe approached her, gently lifted her delicate chin, and looked at the candle flame carefully, "You have become more beautiful." "Fat like snow, lips like dansha, he just told the truth. Compared to her beauty, he is simply a wicked man who has returned from hell to earth.

She dodged immediately.

Only then did he realize that his eagle-like sharp eyes could be directed at a woman, and he retracted his gaze and snorted: "I'm sorry, I didn't scare you, did I?"

He just shook his head lightly: "This hut, do you feel a little familiar? ”

"Before?" he said, surprised.

She smiled and nodded, and half-pushed him through the cloister into the left room.

The furnishings in the house are still simple, nothing more than a wooden couch, a bamboo chair, a dressing table with a bronze mirror and two or three wooden boxes. The moment he stepped into the room, it dawned on him.

I vaguely remember when he was seriously injured, as if in a dream, he was lying in a simple room, the warm sunlight leaked into the pane, and a vague shadow gently wiped away the blood stains on his body, and handed him water, sweet...... He thought he had dreamed of Su Su in his old days—because that Su Su could only be seen when he was a teenager and beaten half to death by a beggar on the street.

Looking back at her playful smile: "Remembered?"

It should have been remembered, she didn't know how to bring him here from the distant Tianyue Gate, cleaned the wounds on his body, and handed the water and medicine to his mouth one by one, but she couldn't cure his poison after all. So, when the wind passed, he used a small boat to send him back to Bilian Island.

"How do you know I'm chasing the Feather Sword Sect, and why don't you want to show up?"

"I just wanted to pick some herbs, but I was also shocked to see you in Beacon Ridge suddenly. I heard the conversation between you and those Jianghu people, and I realized that you were chasing the Feather Sword Sect. Fortunately, I am very familiar with the mountain roads in that area, and there is a secret passage next to the stone where you are hiding, so I can avoid those swordsmen in Tianyue Gate. To be able to see you is a wish fulfilled in this life. But now that I'm in this situation, I'm really scared to see you. ”

Su Su sighed: "I'm not the clean Su Su anymore, Jun and brother. What happened after you left that year was like a nightmare that you couldn't wake up from. I don't know how many times, I woke up in the middle of the night, just thinking about dying......" tears welled up like a spring in an instant. She hid her face in pain, as if she no longer wanted to face the unbearable past.

He took her by the hand, and the two of them sat next to each other on the edge of the couch. She cried heartbreakingly, but he couldn't even say a word of comfort. The lame man in the alley told him that after Su Su escaped from the Lin family who was imprisoned, she had no choice but to commit suicide and fell into the long river, and the lame man rescued her, but sent her to the flower boat, and since then, she has sunk in the wind and moon field. How bitter were the days of making a living by laughing? Xie Junhe didn't even dare to think about it.

Perhaps only a complete catharsis can heal the wounds in the heart. When she was in the most pain, he couldn't share it with her, but now her tears wet his shoulders.

"If it weren't for Mo Yang's righteous action back then, he rescued me from the land of fireworks and brought me here, perhaps, sooner or later, your Su Su would have sunk to death in the long river one day. He advised me to live, for myself, for the sake of not making my relatives bitter and my enemies happy. And I figured out that I had to live so that I might see you again in my lifetime—far away, again. In order to survive in this mountainous land, I asked Mo Yang to teach me light skills and teach me swords. But where is this kind of vegetarian still the way it was back then?" her gaze was empty and cold, full of contradictions.

Xie Junhe also sighed, indeed, what kind of hard and dangerous life does a woman live alone in the mountains and wilderness!"Since I have left, I don't want people to know, why did she appear quietly that night?"

"Because of your Ye Whistle, I have never ......forgotten it for a moment," she wiped her tears bitterly, but smiled stubbornly, "You kept shouting Su Su in a coma, and Su Su also wanted to know if you were okay later......

He cupped her face, his rough hand brushing her cheeks, and in his eyes, all sharp and aggressive air had faded, and only a soft light remained. once promised to depend on life and death, but unexpectedly, God really tested life and death. Fortunately, twelve years later, there was finally such a silent night that allowed them to sit opposite each other again and cut the window candles together.

There was no sound of swords outside the house, only the sound of insects and the murmuring of water. There is no blood-colored fire, only the moonlight is hazy, and the shadows of the trees are swaying. This is the most peaceful night since entering and exiting the rivers and lakes.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she took out a new black robe from the bottom of the box, handed it to him, and said, "Put it on, your black robe is torn." Then he turned around and took another bottle of medicinal wine, "Let me see, where did you hurt just now?"

He tossed his robe aside, pulled her arm straight by, and tugged at his sleeve. The strangulation marks of the ropes were bruised and purple. She was a little frightened, but he didn't let her get out of the way, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Give me a chance to take care of the woman I have been waiting for for half my life." ”

The smell of medicinal wine is slowly released in the air, with a half spicy taste, and the cloth dipped in medicinal wine caresses the skin lightly, with a little warmth. Gentle movements, 120,000 points of care, it's really hard to imagine what a fierce temper this will be. After taking the medicinal wine, he took care of it uneasily: "It must be painful for a few days." Don't touch hot water, it's not good for bruises. ”

"It doesn't hurt. She smiled playfully.

"Susu, I haven't forgotten your pipa - I've traveled so many places, and I've never heard such a nice tune again. You haven't played in years, right?"

She bowed her head and said, "Since I came to this valley, there has been no one to hear." ”

"I want to hear it. He said.

Hand in hand, pacing through the corridor, back to the middle room, taking off the lute, wiping off the dust, gently plucking, the sound of the strings, round and jade, jumped out one by one. Holding the pipa, half-covering the elegant face, the eyes are shining, with a bit of agility.

He stopped talking, looking at this extraordinarily beautiful and intelligent woman, looking for traces of the past in her. The delicate and delicate facial features are exactly the same as the former plain, and her music, every note and every pause seems to convey yesterday's laughter. It's just that the sweetness in the music is like a veil, which is extremely strange.

In fact, there are so many things in her body that she didn't have before.

"Stop," he said...... "I'm a little tired." ”

With an abrupt sigh, the strings of the lute trembled, stirring up a string of broken syllables.