Ye Xiaochuan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Yuan Xiaolou, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
This is the first time in history that Ye Xiaochuan got up earlier than Yuan Xiaolou.
It was also Ye Xiaochuan's first time to see Yuan Xiaolou from this angle.
It's daylight now.
With Yuan Xiaolou's industrious character, he would get up quietly at dawn every day and prepare breakfast for the family.
Ye Xiaochuan was very sure that Yuan Xiaolou was pretending to sleep.
Yuan Xiaolou told him more than once not to tell her when he left, otherwise she would be reluctant to leave.
Therefore, Yuan Xiaolou could only pretend to be asleep.
Ye Xiaochuan had nothing to pack. After staring at Yuan Xiaolou's sleeping face for a long time, he slowly leaned over and kissed Yuan Xiaolou's forehead.
He murmured: "The road to the world is long and life is long. If I don't die, I will definitely come to find you."
After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the room.
The moment he closed the door, Yuan Xiaolou, who had been lying flat, suddenly curled up like a prawn.
Lying on his side, hugging his knees, tears streaming down his face.
She bit her lip, not daring to let herself cry or open her eyes.
She knew that if she opened her eyes and took a look at that man.
You will be reluctant to let it go.
And that man will definitely care about his own feelings and continue to stay by his side.
She can't be so selfish.
She would not force Ye Xiaochuan to do anything.
She only hopes that Ye Xiaochuan can do what she wants to do.
He cannot become a stumbling block on Ye Xiaochuan's life path.
In the past, Yuan Xiaolou always felt that the heartbreaking and tragic love in the story was a lie.
Only now did she realize what it means to have a broken heart and intestines, and what it means to be in pain beyond hope of life.
In the past, Yuan Xiaolou always felt that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were so pitiful that they could only see each other once a year.
Now she began to envy the fateful couple, at least they could see each other once a year.
I and Ye Xiaochuan are separated this time. When will we meet again?
Scenes of past events flashed in Yuan Xiaolou's mind.
When he met Ye Xiaochuan for the first time, Ye Xiaochuan raised his chin and asked him to copy a fake map of the Hollow Cave in Death Lake for him.
The first time he confronted Ye Xiaochuan, Ye Xiaochuan let him go.
It was the first time that Ye Xiaochuan was given medicine mouth-to-mouth.
It was the first time to change Ye Xiaochuan's dressing.
Wipe Ye Xiaochuan's body for the first time.
The first real kiss with Ye Xiaochuan.
Bathe Ye Xiaochuan for the first time.
Helping Ye Xiaochuan to walk for the first time.
For the first time, I fantasized about growing old with Ye Xiaochuan.
The first time... too many beautiful and unforgettable memories.
Yuan Xiaolou didn't want to lose these memories. Even if she suffered from lovesickness every day and lived a life worse than death, she still didn't want to forget any of the beautiful memories she had with Ye Xiaochuan.
It turns out that the human heart really hurts.
At this moment, Yuan Xiaolou's heart aches so much.
But what else could she do besides cry?
Asking what love is in the world can teach you how to make love between life and death.
Traveling from all over the world, Lao Wing has been through the cold and heat several times.
Go away with joy and cry at farewell, and you will have crazy children.
What you should say is that there are clouds thousands of miles away, and there is dusk snow on thousands of mountains.
Who is the shadow going to... Outside the dark hotel, the old storyteller, Wang Keke, Big Head, and Rice Bucket have been waiting for a long time.
Ye Xiaochuan was not surprised to see Wang Keke wanting to go with him.
Big Head used his mental power last night to tell Wang Keke that he wanted to protect him when he went to Qilin Mountain.
Ye Xiaochuan did not refuse.
If he wants to gain a foothold in Qilin Mountain and rely on Qilin Mountain as his base to achieve great achievements, he must have helpers.
From the current point of view, Wang Keke, an old naughty boy who has been in Qilin Mountain for hundreds of years, is the most suitable candidate.
What's more, at the foot of Yushan Mountain, Ye Xiaochuan already knew that the old storyteller also intended to win over Wang Keke.
Ye Xiaochuan trusted the old storyteller very much. Since he chose him as his right-hand man, he could definitely entrust him with important tasks.
The big head knows everything going on in the house.
It said: "Boy, that girl is pretty good.
Why don't you take her with you? She can also take care of you, warm your bed and so on."
Ye Xiaochuan shook his head silently and said: "I have too many enemies and they are too powerful. If she is by my side, she will only be hindered by me.
Senior, Xiaolou, please take care of me."
The old storyteller nodded and said: "Young girl is my granddaughter, I will naturally take good care of her.
Mr. Ye, the future is difficult and dangerous, so you must be careful at all times.
Also, remember what I told you, when you encounter difficulties that you cannot overcome, you must rely on the word benevolence and righteousness. It is not ordinary benevolence and righteousness, but the greatest benevolence and righteousness in the world."
This is the third time the old storyteller has said this to Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan used to suspect that the old storyteller had something to say, but now he is certain that the old storyteller did mean something else.
But the old storyteller didn't seem to intend to say it explicitly, and Ye Xiaochuan didn't force it either.
He said: "Senior, where are you going?"
The old storyteller smiled and said: "I am just an idler in the world, so naturally I will continue to play in the world."
Wang Keke said: "Then you can go play in the world, let's go first.
Boy, don't delay, if the small building runs out, you won't be able to leave."
Ye Xiaochuan nodded, bowed and saluted the old storyteller, and said, "It's a long way to go. See you again when we are destined."
With that said, holding his big head in his arms, he and Wang Keke walked along the street towards the city gate.
Looking at Ye Xiaochuan's back, the old storyteller murmured the introduction of the book.
“The sea of clouds is misty and the sky is infinite.
Among all living beings, who doesn’t yearn for it?
The way of heaven is illusory and no one can see it.
In this mortal world, who doesn’t want to live forever?
The enemies of three lives and seven lifetimes, the grievances and hatreds between the righteous way and the demonic sect for thousands of years.
With one person and an ancient sword, how will he face the whole world..." He came to the outside of Yuan Xiaolou's room and knocked on the door.
He said loudly: "Girl, let's go, let's play in the world with grandpa!"
"I'm not going! Xiaochuan is gone! I don't want to play in the world with a fat old man like you! Wuwuwu..." Hearing the crying in the house, the old storyteller opened the door and said: "There are still rice buckets here, you
How could you forget it?
Don't cry, that kid is like the wind, and the wind can't hold you back.
If someone leaves, let him go. We must continue to live our lives.
Let’s go east. The next stop is the capital. Grandpa, let me tell you, the capital is very prosperous and there are a lot of scammers. We can definitely make a fortune in the capital..." The ancient road in the wilderness is surrounded by white clouds.
At the end of the ancient road is a thousand-year-old city.
Ye Xiaochuan stood on the ancient road, looking at the Luoyang City that had almost disappeared behind him, with a sad expression.
He is a person who attaches great importance to friendship, and he cannot leave Yuan Xiaolou calmly.
If at this time, Yuan Xiaolou chases him out of Luoyang City and says: "Xiaochuan, don't leave."
Or say: "Xiaochuan, I'll go with you."
No matter which sentence it is, Ye Xiaochuan will not refuse it.
But in the end, Yuan Xiaolou's figure did not appear.
"Let's go, let's go, if we wait any longer, it will get dark."
Wang Keke urged from the side impatiently.
Ye Xiaochuan looked away, sighed, and jumped on the magic whip that was like a killer weapon.
Wang Keke harnessed the magic whip and flew towards the south.