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Ten days have passed since Wang Yao rushed back to the Brahma Sect. There were casualties after the disaster in Dry Moon Valley. He treated the wounded and resettled the refugees. Stop for a moment.

When he passed by Xuanyun Peak, it was as if something was attracting him, and he pushed open the gate of the courtyard like a child, and saw that peerless figure.

The four eyes met, and the silent eyes flickered slightly, which was a familiar and friendly feeling, as if his heart had been dug out and then put back, it was a complicated emotion that was lost and found again.

"Ah Yao."

"You're back."

Wang Yao didn't know why he said that, he had only been in seclusion for ten years, but it seemed like he had been gone for a long, long time, it was a kind of sadness of finding something lost, fearing that if one more sound, the precious things would be shattered.

Immortal An Huan stood up, lightly clenched his fists and hid them in his sleeves. Ten years of retreat made his thoughts clearer. After leaving the retreat, he spent it in a daze. After the battle of Dry Moon Valley, he even forgot what happened. what.

I just felt that I seemed to have hurt someone, someone he couldn't let go of.

He was only as tall as his shoulders when he was in retreat, and now he is as tall as him. Perhaps he has suffered a lot, he is very thin, and his gloom has also decreased a lot. He is busy with the affairs of the Brahma Sect, and he is no longer a joke He is already a child who is messing around with his sleeves, and he is already a graceful young master.

"I..." Wang Yao opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, his nasal cavity was sore, he obviously didn't know what he was sad about, but he couldn't help but grieve, "I'm sorry."

An Huan stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, reaching out to wipe his tears, "I never blamed you."

Wang Yao raised his hand to press the hand on his face, looked up at him, his eyes were deep, hiding the accumulated love and pain for more than ten years, "You don't want to retreat anymore, okay?"

"Okay." An Huan raised his hand to wipe away his tears, "Why do you still love to cry?"

Wang Yao was ecstatic, wiped his face, and said stiffly, "I didn't cry."

An Huan smiled slightly, and was about to find a handkerchief for him, when he was hugged, and in a blink of an eye, he was able to wrap himself in his arms, he missed him a lot of time.

"I miss you."

"Me too."

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"Little brother, stop making trouble!"

No one could stop Sun Yun from going down the mountain. He wandered around the mountain and asked everyone if he remembered Jiang Ziming. When others asked who Jiang Ziming was, he was stunned, sometimes left in frustration, and sometimes yelled madly.

Jiang Wenhao was afraid that he would go mad, so he could only follow him. He had already passed Xianyue Mansion and Chengshan, and he went straight to Yang's house in Ruan Jicheng. If he hadn't stopped him in time, he would have set fire to it.

He was so frightened that he almost lost his wits, and he ran away again to Qingyang City.

Sun Xiuyuan looked at the bewildered Sun Yun and was slightly stunned.

Jiang Wenhao kept gesticulating behind them, signaling that his junior was out of his mind, and begging him not to provoke him.

Sun Xiuyuan was kind and did not dismiss his words like others, nor did he think he was crazy, so he said euphemistically, "Maybe Fellow Daoist had a dream."

"Do you really not remember anything?" Sun Yun panicked, he was almost desperate.

"Sun Yun." Sun Xiuyuan saw him in a daze, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "If you remember him in this world, he will be in vain."

Sun Yun: "He is clearly in my mind, but I obviously feel that I am forgetting him. I am afraid that I will be like you, and then he will really disappear."

Yunzheng leaned against the threshold, looking at him with disgust, "Then you write him down, instead of asking everyone like this."

Hearing this, Sun Yun's eyes lighted up slightly, and he hurriedly left after muttering something, Jiang Wenhao apologized to Sun Xiuyuan, and then hurriedly chased after him.

This time, Sun Yun stopped asking people, and went straight to Jichuan.

Dry Moon Valley was re-sealed, and Jichuan was inaccessible. He found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone bought on a shop in a deserted house, and began to indulge in writing. Jiang Wenhao thought this was his new crazy method, but he only did this day after day. Things, the madness gradually weakened, and occasionally I could return to him with a sentence or two.

Jiang Wenhao had his own things to do and couldn't spend time with him, so he cast a curse on him, and he bid farewell if he could sense anything.

When Sun Yun didn’t know how to write, he was watching the white sky by the bedside. The wind and snow in Jichuan had not blown to the Yunshuijian of the Brahma School. There used to be a pair of master and apprentice depended on each other. Now the snow there has melted. They stayed in Dry Moon Valley in Jichuan.

He didn't want to forget the person in his heart, so he recorded every bit of the past with him, and every stroke was missing.

He never thought that one day he would be in another world, recording a person he didn't know where. He seemed to know nothing about him except his name.

When he dreams back in the middle of the night, he will be in pain and hard to breathe, as if his skin is being peeled off by a cramp, his consciousness will be slackened, his memory will be pulled away, he will struggle to keep recalling the past, his every move, every frown smile.

He desperately wanted to remember him, as long as he didn't forget, he wouldn't be in vain.

I don't know how long it took, the wind and snow in Jichuan became more and more mild, and more and more people came to live in Jichuan.

"gentlemen?"

Sun Yun opened the door, and the wind and snow drifted into the house. He looked at the person in front of him. He hadn't seen a stranger for a long time. It was a girl, and he looked familiar.

"This is my aunt who asked me to bring the sugar cake." The little girl held the warm thing and looked at him with big black and white eyes.

Sun Yun looked at her dully, indifferent.

The little girl became embarrassed and turned her head to look at the woman behind. Seeing this, the woman hurried up with a kind face, "Don't blame sir, we have no malicious intentions. Our family will live in the yard next to yours. My daughter loves to make trouble. Please forgive me for bothering you."

Sun Yun's wandering thoughts returned slightly, and finally he had a reaction. He nodded, looked at the sugar cake but didn't answer it.

The woman accepted it as soon as she was ready, and took her daughter away after saying hello, "Mother, is he sick?"

The little girl turned her head frequently, and the woman couldn't help but look back, just in time to see the disheveled, air-conditioned young man raised his head and showed more of his face, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, and unconsciously called out, "Mr. Sun ?”

Sun Yun lowered his head when he heard the sound, and looked at the woman who was staring at him with disbelief in his eyes.

The woman was ecstatic, she stepped forward and pointed at herself and said, "It's really you, I'm Feixue."

Sun Yun looked at her, his thoughts flew to a long time ago, he seemed to have thought of something, hurried back to the house, there were papers all over the floor, he rummaged around, finally found the record he was looking for, looking at the crooked, densely packed words, tears flow all over the face.

Feixue was a little dazed, leaning on the door frame to look at him, he seemed to have shut himself up for a long time, except for the smell of pen and ink, there was only air-conditioning left in the room, she left after the Sun family had an accident 30 years ago, and later heard that Brahma sect Xianzun expelled a disciple.

At that time, she still thought that it must not be him who is so kind to him, but now it seems that it is him.

She is no longer the little girl she was back then, but when she saw Sun Yun, she would think of herself. It was they who encouraged her to walk out of the Sun Mansion and saw the world outside. She squatted down and picked up the paper at her feet, and asked : "Sun Gongzi, did you quarrel with Xianzun?"

Sun Yun looked up at him suddenly, Feixue was startled by his cloudy eyes, but she was not frightened but was startled, and continued to whisper, "How could such a gentle and kind person like Xianzun be angry with you?"

She seemed very puzzled, but Sun Yun saw hope. To him, the woman in front of him was a crack in the world, and it turned out that no one but him remembered it.

Seeing him crying and crying, Feixue hurriedly explained that she didn't mean any harm, but felt that it was a pity. During the flustered explanation, seeing Sun Yun suddenly stood up and picked up a stack of rice paper full of words for him, Feixue took it in panic.

Sun Yun opened his mouth. He hadn't spoken for so long that he couldn't speak anymore, but he didn't need to speak anymore.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't stepped out of this house. He skipped over the little girl hiding behind the stake, turned a deaf ear to Feixue's shouts, and went straight to Dry Moon Valley.

Feixue looked dazed, the little girl walked up to her with her skirt in her hand, curiously flipped through the paper he left behind, and read out the words on it.

"Even if we are far apart, we will grow old together." The little girl thought about it for a while and asked seriously, "Mother, is he sick?"

Feixue: "Nonsense."

The little girl said clearly: "I think he must be suffering from lovesickness. Dad said that this disease can't be cured. It can only be cured if he is with the person he likes very much. Is the person he likes gone?"

Feixue looked down at the writing on her hand, the whole text was filled with a person's name.

"Who is Jiang Ziming?"

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"it's me!"

Jiang Ziming yawned and talked on the phone, "Yes, that's right, what's wrong with me, I tried your broken project of wearing books, and the result is, put an audio book in my ear! Report what's wrong with you! If you don't have that ability, you Don't make such a big publicity!"

He quarreled with the person on the phone, and finally the person on the other side hung up the phone with dry mouth. As soon as the phone was hung up, Jiang Ziming's heart sank. He sat by the computer and read the book on it.

The book he first thought was deleted by the author after he wore it. It has been three months, and he really seemed to have a dream. There is no trace of the matter between him and Sun Yun.

Even the author of the book disappeared, and he often wondered whether Sun Yun lived a good life in that world, and whether he had been forgotten.

The phone rang again, and Jiang Ziming took it lazily.

"Jiang Ziming!"

His ears were blown by his own name, he took the phone away, remembering the gentleness when Sun Yun called his name, he was expressionless to the indiscriminate bombardment on the phone.

"Are you going to graduate or not! You dare not act in the graduation drama, do you still want to postpone graduation!"

The doorbell was mixed with the roar of the teacher, and he went to open the door in a daze. Someone leaned against the door frame, his body trembling slightly, and there was still water on his hair. He didn't know whether he was running or washing his hair.

On the phone, the teacher yelled: "I've already sent someone to send the film to you, please take a good look at it for me! If you don't come again, don't come!"

The phone was hung up, Jiang Ziming felt that the world was quiet, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, looked at the person in front of him, "Thank you, where is the movie?"

The man raised his head slightly, his eyes were blue and black, and he pursed his lips slightly, "Would you mind experiencing one more high-risk occupation? Dear reader."

Jiang Ziming felt a "boom" in his head, like waking up from a big dream and falling into the sea of ​​clouds, which seemed real and unreal but willing to be intoxicated.

Sun Yun stepped forward to close the door, raised his hand and clasped his neck.

"Woo~"

Jiang Ziming was pushed onto the sofa, his whole body was limp, and he slid from the sofa to the floor stall. Sun Yun pressed against the back of his head, gently and forcefully sucking at him, asking questions about his forehead, eyes, nose tip, and corners of his mouth.

"Zi Ming."

"Ah."

With Sun Yun's hand down, Jiang Ziming held his face, looked into his deep eyes, and suddenly felt that even if it was a dream, he wanted to continue doing it like this for a long time.

"Hmm~"

Sun Yun: "I miss you very much."

"Me too."

They met in another world, and their heads turned white in this world.

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