A year later,

The sun is bright and the breeze is not dry.

"Old man, I'm back!"

The bright girl pushed open the wooden door, holding a pot of wine in her hand, and her voice was slim.

"It's big or small, call me father." The hunter was wiping the hunting rifle, and one of his legs bent up and stepped on the stool. He was unkempt, tough and comfortable, scolded him in anger, but his smile was soft in his eyes. He put down the hunting rifle, smelled something keenly, moved his nose, and then smiled happily: "A smell of wine, hey, it's still my little cotton jacket that understands me."

"Am I not old or small yet?" Li Weijiu raised the wine and refused to give it to Li Kuo. She raised her fair chin and asked proudly.

"My baby daughter is the most caring!" Li Kuo laughed loudly, his laughter cheerfully.

"Hmph." Li Weijiu bulged her cheeks and muttered: "Drinking less alcohol, drinking so much every day." As she said that, she held her face and sighed: "That Chu Zhouzhi was guarding me like a thief, and he kidnapped Jiujiu away again, which made me alone and so angry."

Li Kuo held the wine jar and sat in a rough position. When he said this, he was worried: "You said that you, a child, have time to compete with the Palace Master of the Blood Summer Palace, why not think about your own lifelong event!"

"I won't, I want to live with Jiujiu." The little girl said with a smile.

The wooden table has been missing a leg and has been used until now, with a few meat and vegetables, a plate of peanuts, and a jar of wine. The sunlight shines in from outside the window, jumping all over the ground.

Rikuo smiled, drank wine and ate meat with deep and peaceful eyes.

That girl lived a good life, not like she did in her previous life... He was relieved, and Li Kuo lowered his eyes and looked at the purple-gold cigarette pole in his hand.

The sun is just right outside the wooden house.

It has been a year since the last martial arts conference. Lu Wei did not become the leader of the martial arts alliance. He gave up this position himself. He felt that he was not worthy of this position and did not want to pay attention to the right and wrong of the world. He had been arguing with the head of the Lu family for a long time. The Lu family was angry that he would not fight, but in the end he had to give up because of Lu Wei's stubbornness.

Once again, I dreamed of something when I was young. The little girl chased him in the dream and called Brother Lu sweetly. Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle and beautiful, and she had light in her eyes.

Suddenly,

The light in the girl's eyes disappeared and was deserted.

She asked, "Brother Lu, why did you give up on me?"

Lu Wei woke up from his dream, sweating profusely, his face was already wet and cold.

When I woke up from my dream, everything was empty.

Lu Wei opened his eyes and was stunned for a long time before he gradually felt it. He closed his eyes and tears fell silently. Regret and guilt surrounded him all the time, not airtight, unable to breathe, and lived in pain every moment. In this big net woven with regret, he was wrapped in a cocoon and could not break free.

Never go back to the past.

later,

Lu Wei traveled around the world, traveled around, and saw many people and many things. His eyes were still gentle, but his heart was empty. Many girls expressed their love to him. His family also reminded him many times. Lu Wei refused one by one. There was a person hidden in his heart, which he had penetrated into his bones over the long years and could no longer pretend to be anything else.

In a place where beggars gather, the sun could not shine. The tall figure curled up into a ball, nestled in a dark corner, his legs twisted at an abnormal angle, his muscles and bones were broken by people. He could not speak or speak, and could only barely survive by scrambling for food. His eyes were filled with tears, and even crying was silent. He slowly closed his eyes.

No breath.

That day, the bride's red wedding dress and a phoenix crown and a robe.

It became an unattainable dream in Liang Junshang's life.

In a small town, the bright and gentle morning light enveloped the fireworks on earth.

Outside the clean and simple bun shop, the little boy passing by was seven or eight years old, his clothes were worn out, and he had a lot of patches. He had just been driven away by someone else, and his face was also bruised and bruised. He looked embarrassed and pitiful. His steps stopped and his eyes stared at the hot buns. There was a desire that could not be hidden in his eyes, and he couldn't help swallowing.

Suddenly, two big buns were packed in oil paper bags and handed them to him. The fingers were slender and pale, and there was a red rope tied to the wrist, which looked a little old.

The fragrance of the bun hits the face, and the little boy is stunned for a moment. He foolishly follows the bun and sees the person in front of him. He looks cold and has delicate eyebrows and eyes. He is timid and dares not answer: "Give it to me?"

"For you." The boss of the bun shop tried to soften his tone.

"But I don't have money..." The little boy lowered his head, not daring to look at people, his voice became lower and lower, and his face turned red.

"It's okay." The man said, "It's not worth it, eat it."

The little boy swallowed again with a ruthless stomach, his stomach was gushing, and he was extremely hungry. He picked up the bun and ate it in big mouthfuls, swallowing it voraciously, with clear eyes: "Thank you brother!"

"If you are hungry, come here, and you won't charge you money." The boss said, wanting to raise his hand to rub the little boy's head. He moved his fingertips. After hesitating for a moment, he put it on it, rubbed it stiffly, and then withdrew his hand. He was holding it before he could withdraw his body. His body temperature was warm, the boy's eyebrows and eyes were tender, and his appearance of biting the bun looked a little funny, and it made people feel sad. He couldn't shed tears and said to him, "Brother, you are so nice. I've been hungry for a long time, I, I..."

The little boy is not good at speaking and is incoherent.

Shiwu's eyes were a little dazed, as if he had seen the young self he used to be, but he seemed to be sharper.

He wiped away the little boy's tears and put a few buns on the boy for him to take them away.

After the little boy left, the doctor in the medicine shop next to him couldn't stand it anymore. He sighed and said earnestly to the boy: "You will lose money like this. You won't make much money and you will lose everything."

The owner of this bun shop is also strange. Three years ago, he came to settle down in the town and opened a shop. There were not many customers, and he was not worthy of money. He always gave alms to the wanderer and didn't see him communicate with others. He was always wearing black clothes, quiet and alone, and never saw anyone he had contact with. He was only slightly gentle when facing children, and his beautiful face was wasted.

Many girls bought buns to see him, but this person was too confused and finally got angry.

Like fast wood, I sell buns in a small town and always make a profit of losing money.

No one knows where he came from, who he likes, or what he likes, but he only knows that his name is Fifteen.

Some people have advised him that there is no future, so it is better to take the imperial examinations. Even if you are exploring the world, you can take a walk while you are young, and there is no need to waste your time in a small town.

At that time, the boy was quiet for a while and said calmly: "I have been through the world and I owe a lot of people to atone for my sins."

The person who proposed the proposal was stunned. The monk Zhang Er couldn't touch his mind and didn't understand the boy's words, and he felt even more and more strange.

When the doctor recalled this, he was so sorry that he was so angry that he would be unable to close the store: "A day when you close the store sooner or later."

Fifteen shook his head. He was still not good at communicating with others, but he would no longer keep people from thousands of miles away. He said slowly with a stiff voice: "I'm not afraid of compensation."

“…”

What a weird guy.

The boy pursed his lips and stopped talking. He lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the old red rope on his wrist. His eyes were slightly soft, and his eyebrows and eyes were blurred in the morning halo, less cold and hard, and he was a bit handsome.

Today's sunshine is just right, a little bright and gentle, adding a little springy to the boy's smile, soft and quiet.
Chapter completed!