"I hope you do this every day!" After a pause, the middle-aged man put down the wine bottle and sighed: "Although I am blind, I can still feel the difference between you and usual!"
In response, Ye Shaodong fell into silence for a while, and the entire courtyard became silent, with only the cold wind still roaring crazily.
After a few breaths, Ye Shaodong said softly: "I have made a decision, I want to join the Ye Family Army!"
"Ye Jiajun!" The middle-aged man's body trembled, and his right hand holding the wine bottle couldn't help but shake. After a few breaths, the middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Have you really made a decision?"
"Yes!" Ye Shaodong raised his childish face and looked into the void, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, and murmured softly: "I want to take over for his unfinished mission!"
"Unfinished mission?" A smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face. Although he was blind, his eyes were looking towards Ye Shaodong.
"Although he abandoned me, my sister and my mother since childhood, he is my father after all!" Ye Shaodong said solemnly: "As the son of man, I have the responsibility to complete his mission!"
"Being able to join the Ye Family Army has always been my pride as a son of the Ye Family. Boy, come and have a drink with me today!" The middle-aged man's hearty laughter suddenly sounded.
"Haha, are you good at it?" Ye Shaodong also smiled heartily, and then solemnly said: "Uncle, do you regret joining the Ye Family Army?"
"Do you regret it?" A look of determination appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he said solemnly: "Even if my life is lost, I will not regret it!"
"But Auntie Ai Lian!" Ye Shaodong did not continue walking. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man. Regarding this, the middle-aged man still said firmly: "I don't regret it either!"
"Do you really not regret it?" A complicated voice suddenly sounded outside the courtyard, followed by the cry of a baby.
The middle-aged man suddenly trembled. The baby's cry made him have the urge to hug the baby, and that very familiar voice.
"Ai Lian, is that you?" The middle-aged man almost forgot that his lower body was disabled, and his body suddenly fell forward. If Ye Shaodong hadn't caught him in time, the middle-aged man might have fallen to the ground at this moment.
And at some point, several figures had appeared outside the courtyard. When Ye Shaodong saw the young man in black robes, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
Standing outside the courtyard, Ye Shaohan also noticed Ye Shaodong in the courtyard. His eyes just glanced at Ye Shaodong and then fell on the middle-aged man. Is he Ye Shaosu?
"Alas!" With a slight sigh, Ye Shaohan turned to Widow Qin and said, "You always need to go back home, because there are people waiting for you to come back! He abandoned you for two years, but he can spend the rest of his life accompanying you.
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After saying that, Ye Shaohan gently tapped Widow Qin on the shoulder and pushed An Ling, who was sitting in the wheelchair, towards the way he came.
That year, you and I looked at each other like this. At that time, you were high-spirited and I was charming.
At this moment, you and I are still looking at each other like this. At this moment, your eyes are lifeless, and I am old and yellow.
Sighing softly, Widow Qin patted the baby's back gently, looking at Ye Shaosu sitting in the wheelchair, with complex expressions on her face, including regret and helplessness. Finally, Widow Qin walked into the courtyard.
, Ye Shaohan had just taken a few steps when intermittent crying or the cry of a baby came from behind, but Ye Shaohan always thought that the crying was joyful.
A few moments later, Ye Shaohan did not go directly to the courtyard where he lived. He first sent Dark Spirit back to his accommodation, and then unknowingly walked towards the forest of tombstones behind Ye's Qinglong Pavilion.
The entire forest of tombstones was as quiet as ever. The pear trees were already covered with ice and snow, and the snowflakes were floating in the wind like fallen petals.
In this vast white world, those cold black tombstones are so eye-catching.
Although there was deathly silence here, Ye Shaohan felt a sense of peace. No matter how glorious they were, they would eventually be buried quietly under this land.
He raised his right hand slightly and traced the cold tombstones with his fingertips. Here, Ye Shaohan saw many familiar names. Some of those people had laughed at him and some had sympathized with him. But at this moment, they had turned into the cold tombstones.
In front of Ye Shaoxin's tombstone, Ye Shaohan stopped for a few moments. Drinks were splashed all over the floor, and there was a rare sound in the entire forest of tombstones.
Until finally, Ye Shaohan came to Lone Star's tombstone. Before he got close, Ye Shaohan, who was standing in the distance, noticed the beautiful figure standing in front of the tombstone.
The beautiful shadow is thin. Looking at the beautiful shadow, Ye Shaohan can't help but think of a poem: "People are thinner than yellow flowers!"
As if feeling Ye Shaohan's gaze, the beautiful figure slowly turned around. In the cold wind, the beautiful figure looked so thin, as weak as a lonely boat in the sea.
"You're here!" That pretty face was pale. Ye Shaofang looked at the black-robed young man in front of him and said softly. His voice was as pitiful as an oriole weeping blood.
At this moment, Ye Shaofang is no longer the woman in his memory. Ye Shaohan nodded slightly, walked towards Lone Star's tombstone, took out a wine flask from the Qilin Ring, and the wine spilled all over the floor, turning into ice crystals and hitting the cold tombstone.
"Senior, it's been a long time coming!" Looking at the handwriting on the tombstone, Ye Shaohan murmured softly.
The cold wind was still roaring, and the two of them stood quietly in front of the tombstone without making a sound, letting the snowflakes fall all over their bodies.
After a long time, Ye Shaofang's clear voice sounded in Ye Shaohan's ears: "I'm leaving!"
"Where to go!" Facing Ye Shaofang, Ye Shaohan's words were always so short. Hearing this, a trace of sadness appeared on Ye Shaofang's pale face.
There was another silence, Ye Shaofang's eyes moved away from Ye Shaohan, and finally landed on the tombstone. His slender fingers crossed the cold tombstone, and Ye Shaofang said softly: "A long time ago, I never understood why he could be so heartless.
He left us to join the Ye family army, but after experiencing this disaster, I may have understood his thoughts. The people in the disaster seemed so powerless, and their lives seemed so fragile. At that moment, I realized that in the disaster
In front of me, I seemed so powerless, but at that moment, I understood his, my father's persistence in silently protecting the one I love most!"
For the first time, Ye Shaohan heard Ye Shaofang call him Lone Star's father. Speaking of this, Ye Shaohan more or less understood where Ye Shaofang was going!
"As his child, I will continue his persistence!" Ye Shaofang murmured softly, and the roar of the wind overwhelmed Ye Shaofang's voice.
Looking at Ye Shaohan with a sad expression, Ye Shaofang bowed to Lone Star's tombstone, then turned around and walked back the way he came.
Looking at the beautiful silhouette that was gradually disappearing, Ye Shaohan sighed softly: "In the end, you will join the Ye Family Army like your seniors! Is this what you wanted, seniors?"
"However, I still respect her decision! Haha, she has forgiven you, senior!" After Ye Shaohan said that, he picked up the wine bottle in his hand and took a sip, not caring that the wine overflowing from his mouth wetted his clothes.
The news that the Lord of Niefeng City, Ruo Junjue, had been wiped out by Ye Shaohan, spread throughout the entire empire in just a few days, as if it had wings.
Obviously the news of Ruo Junjue's murder overshadowed the news of Situ Yun's murder. After all, Nifeng City is also a top city in the empire.
For several days, the entire empire was discussing this topic, and there were still a few people who expected the royal family to take action to deal with the arrogant young head of the Ye family.
However, what disappointed those people was that the empire chose to remain silent about Ye Shaohan's murder, as if the person who was killed was not the Lord of Niefeng City, which aroused countless people's speculation.
This sentence, "It is better to meet the King of Yama than to meet the evil star Ye" has become a mantra of many people, and even some heads of big families use it to teach their descendants.
While these news were still circulating, a more explosive news also spread: Ye Gaotong, the head of the Ye family, abdicated, and the youngest son of the Ye family succeeded as the head of the family!
This evil star is finally coming to power! The heads of the entire families in Headwind City are confused, not only the families in Headwind City, but also the other families in the empire.
Before this evil star came to power, he massacred three sects, and probably no less than twenty Spirit Emperor realm warriors died at his hands.
When they thought of the crazy things this evil star had done, the heads of these aristocratic families were secretly frightened, especially the heads of the aristocratic families in Headwind City.
As the news spread, the entire Ye family became busy, and countless elite disciples of the Ye family rushed to Headwind City from their properties in other cities.
The entire Headwind City also became noisy, driving away the loneliness brought by winter.
Countless forces are also rushing towards Niwind City. This evil star has inherited the position of the head of the family, and at least he has to express his feelings by bringing some gifts. This is what everyone wants.
Despite the excitement of the outside world, Ye Shaohan seemed extremely comfortable. He stayed in the library for several days to practice, and occasionally went to see Lan Gu and Dark Spirit when he had time.
When his hands were itchy, he would fight with Zhang Ming. When there was thunder, he would sit on the ground and have a big drink. This comfortable life made Ye Gaoleng jealous.
In the courtyard, the sound of drinks was flowing, and two slightly lonely figures stood so quietly in the courtyard.
A young girl was sitting obediently under the thatched roof, quietly looking at the two figures in the courtyard and the cold tombstone.
The girl's slender right hand dexterously strummed the silver strings, and the low and clear sound of the piano floated in the courtyard, as if fighting against the roar of the wind.
Zhang Ming's snow-like white hair was floating unbridled behind her, forming a sharp contrast with Ye Shaohan's long, ink-like hair.
The wine spilled from his mouth wetted his clothes. Ye Shaohan wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Zhang Ming's always empty eyes, and laughed softly: "Your sword is still the same as before!"
A long time ago, Ye Shaohan said to Zhang Ming in such a brisk tone, and now, Ye Shaohan has always been like this.