Beiming Tianquan was pulled away, and in an instant he had left the Holy City far away and entered the distance of the Emperor's City.
A forest was whirling, the leaves rustling in the night wind, it was a kind of tranquility.
"Who are you?" After stopping, Beiming Tianquan looked at the person with his back turned, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then continued: "But it doesn't matter who you are. Today's favor, I, Beiming Tian
right……"
"Brother." Before Beiming Tianquan could finish speaking, a clear voice rang out. The person who had his back turned to him and looked around, slowly turned his head, revealing his beautiful face.
The moonlight is as beautiful as an orchid, and it is the shining light of the Northern Ming Dynasty.
"Yao Guang?" Bei Ming Tianquan looked at Yao Guang in front of him and shouted out Yao Guang's name almost immediately. The only one who could call him and would call him like this was his sister, Bei Ming Yao Guang.
He looked carefully at the mature woman in front of him. She was beautiful, charming, and mature, but her eyebrows, expression, and posture were just like the little girl who called him brother deep in her memory.
Yaoguang, Beiming Yaoguang, is his sister Beiming Yaoguang.
"Yuoguang." Although he has never seen Yaoguang growing up, and although he has not seen Yaoguang for twenty years, that feeling, that feeling of family and flesh and blood, cannot be lost.
Beiming Tianquan was completely excited.
"Brother." Yaoguang looked at Beiming Tianquan, stretched out his hand and hugged Beiming Tianquan tightly. If she hadn't come in time, she would never see her brother again, her brother, her brother
.
Tian Quan almost thought he was going to die a moment ago, but now he was suddenly saved, and the object was still Yao Guang, and he could hardly believe his eyes.
At this time, Yaoguang hugged him tightly, and he just reacted. He returned his arms and hugged Yaoguang even tighter than Yaoguang's hug.
This is his sister, sister.
Relatives are his relatives.
How many words, how much affection, how much longing, how much waiting, how much chasing...
Over the years, there are so many things I want to say to each other, how much expectations I have, how much love I want to give to each other, how much helplessness I want to talk about without participating in each other's growth, but in the end, it turns into silence, only tight hugs, tight hugs, and so on.
A tight hug.
The night wind blew by, blowing down two drops of crystal water.
Integrate into the soil, enter the air, and dissipate in the air.
It was excitement, joy, and peace of mind that I finally found.