It was not until the morning of the next day that Du He appeared. She poked her head at the door and said carefully: "Ah, do you want to wash your face? I gave her a wash water."

Du He smiled and used this gentle smile to calm the girl's nervousness.

Sure enough, Jiang Ling's expression relaxed, and a smile appeared on her face: "Ahe, I've got you a changed clothes."

She grabbed the white and shook it with her backhand. It was Du He's original shirt.

After Du He washed them, the old lady who took them in had already prepared breakfast. It was the most common fish soup rice. There was no vegetables, only the sour radish pickled by the fishermen's home.

The old lady seemed a little cramped. She could see that the temperament of these two people was extraordinary, not like ordinary people.

People's minds always show clues that can be understood from their movements and eyes. Du He bent his eyebrows slightly, his smile was elegant and gentle, and he was as kind as spring.

"This season, fish soup rice with sour radish is the most delicious. Thank you, grandma."

The young man looked good, smiled well, and spoke so easily. The old lady suddenly became unrestrained, revealing her shriveled gums without teeth.

"We made the fish and radish by ourselves, eat it quickly! It will become fishy when it is cold." She smiled kindly, and there was a sense of enthusiasm in her wrinkles.

At the stall where the meal was served, Du He learned without a trace that the old lady was 67 years old and a native of the fishing village. She married a husband when she was young, but unfortunately the storm was so great that she went out to fish and never came back.

"Everyone in the village said that I was probably fed the Dragon King of the Sea, but I didn't believe it when I was young. When I got used to raising children alone, it would be fine."

"This is fate, people, I always think of a way to live." The old lady sighed earnestly.

Jiang Ling looked at the old lady with great admiration, feeling that although the old man didn't know a single word, he realized the wisdom of life.

But what she didn't notice was that Du He's expression was not right.

Is this fate?

A trace of cold mockery and haze flashed across the man's handsome face.

He looked at Kui Ci silently and asked himself silently: So what is fate?

The days in the fishing village seem to be separated from the outside world's time, and the pace of life here becomes very slow. People eat when they should eat and fish when they should fish. Sometimes some fishermen go out to sea for two days in a row, and when they return, the people at home still seem to have just separated from him.

Leisurely, freely, slowly grow old in the peace of time.

Jiang Ling likes such an environment and life very much. He uses his newly learned sewing skills and happily stitches for Du He's clothes that were torn to pieces the night before.

Du He was sitting next to her. Most of the injuries on his body had healed, but Jiang Ling always felt that Du He looked unconscious, as if...

It seemed like she lost something, but she couldn't say what she lost.

The sea in the distance was rippling and shimmering, and laughter was always heard as if the sky came. Du He looked through the window, and the flames at the bottom of the peaceful center burned even more crazy.

The beauty here should be soothing, but now it has become a nourishment to nourish Du He's hatred.

Every time Du He looks at such a beauty, the more impressed Du He is with the cruelty he has experienced. The bitter winds and rains, family hatreds, national hatreds, betrayals and killings, and evil cruelty make Du He even more painful in the sharp contrast now.

He hates it!

I hate that I am not strong enough to kill the unscrupulous Ryunosuke Watanabe.

I hated myself for not being too unwilling to use Takahashi Haiyu's life to commemorate Jiang Zhongye because of nostalgia.

He even hated himself for being stupid and arrogant, and fell into a vicious plan designed by Luan Ping's ban without knowing it. The implicated Lian Kui's ban was completely disbanded. From then on, the disciples in the ban team were displaced again, like duckweed.

The tide of hatred made him gradually fall into the darkness of despair in his self-blame.

The powerless reality made him toss and turn all the time, unable to sleep at night.

But he had to smile at Jiang Ling forcibly, no one could talk to him, which aggravated the collapse of his mood.

Jiang Ling had already repaired the clothes in her hand at this time, and she spread them out to Du He with a little shyness: "Ah, can you see, I sew it?"

Du He looked over, but his vision was distracted and he praised with a smile: "The sewing is good, and the stitches are very stable."

Jiang Linggang was so happy that he wanted to grin, but Du He said again: "Take it to your father, if he sees you finally become a little popular, he will definitely be very happy."

Her dad?

Jiang Ling felt something was wrong and looked at Du He in confusion: "Ah, what are you talking about? My father has been killed by Takahashi long ago."

The sentence Takahashi killed Jiang Zhongye made Du He's throat feel sweet in an instant.

Yes, Takahashi Haiyu shot Jiang Zhongye more than ten days ago, and the headmaster Jiang is already dead.

The blood and blood tumbling violently, Du He's eyes were blackened. He forced the blood to suppress the countercurrent and smiled reluctantly: "Then let me show it to the other brothers in Liankui's class. Maybe their clothes also need to be sewn and mended."

Speaking of Lian Kuiban, Jiang Ling's eyes became dim.

"But Lian Kuiban..."

"Lian Kui Ban has been forcibly disbanded by the Eastern people using a poisonous trick." Jiang Ling said slowly, his voice low and unconcealed sadness.

Lian Kuiban treats her like home, but now she has no home and no father.

A hot blood rushed out of his throat with a puff. Du He's eyes were black and star-haired. Jiang Ling was so shocked that he shook his whole body and his face was pale.

"Ahe, what's wrong with you?" She was frightened and wanted to help Du He in a hurry, but Du He ruthlessly threw away.

At this moment, Du He only felt a mess in his mind, as if a big hand was ruthlessly ripped and ravaged. The memories and experiences of the past were like melodies, and they were on the stage, coming and going.

Jiang Zhongye died, died, died...

Liankuiban has been disbanded, and it has been disbanded...

"No, no!"

Du He suddenly turned red, his eyes seemed to be about to protrude. He rushed to Jiang Ling frantically and shouted: "What you said is wrong. Jiang Zhongye is not dead, and even Kuiban will not disband. Everyone..."

"Everyone is here, everyone is always together!"

Her heart was trembling, and Jiang Ling felt that Du He seemed to have become a madman. On the one hand, she was really frightened by Du He's madness, and on the other hand, she was extremely worried about Du He's situation. She curled up at a loss, and finally defeated her fear of Du He's concern. She gritted her teeth and hugged Du He's slender but vigorous waist and shouted: "Ahe, Ahe, calm down, you must calm down, don't think about anything else, look at me, look at my face."

"I am Jiang Ling, Jiang Ling, do you still recognize me?"

Jiang Ling, yes, in front of him was Jiang Ling, the girl's familiar eyebrows, and the concerned words came with the breeze, awakening the chaotic consciousness. Du He blinked and saw a drop of clear tears falling from Jiang Ling's eyes.

The tears in the ground seemed to be a firefly in the darkness of the extreme, but it illuminated Du He's entire inner world at once. However, if the soul's life has a direction, the peak will disappear with it.

The same clear tears fell from Du He's eyes, and he closed his eyes and no longer moved.
Chapter completed!