Chapter 124 Early Morning

The clear stream under the hillside has always come the crisp sound of hitting the water, which is relaxed and happy. However, the depression and light on the hillside are still hovering for a long time. On the dry yellow grass, Yan Xiaoxin was still squatting alone, while Yin Yifan was crouching and slowly leaving with difficulty.

If you stay again, what can you say?

It's just sad.

Yin Yifan smiled self-deprecatingly, and his excessive bitterness was already numb at the bottom of his heart.

Yan Xiaoxin didn't make a sound again, but just turned her head and looked at the fading back. The crying red eyes and sobbing face weave a beautiful picture of pear blossoms and rain, just like this fixed in the depths of the woods.

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Twenty-eighth of the New Year, early morning.

There is a little wet fog in the air, revealing people's bone marrow, which is inevitably a little cold. Before the sky was completely bright, the people of Zhenwei Railway had already got up. Today is the day when Yin Yifan goes out, so the blacksmiths who usually curl up in the same nest also want to see this little boy off.

After more than ten days, Yin Yifan hid the pain caused by seeing Yan Xiaoxin that day in the bottom of his heart. After finishing the whole bunch, he wanted to go to the old man's room and say goodbye to him. But when he saw that the old man had got up early and sat alone on an old rattan chair in front of the house, he seemed to have guessed that Yin Yifan would come and laughed and said, "Little kid, what are you still grinding? Get out of here."

Yin Yifan didn't look out about this. He rolled his eyes and was willing to quarrel with the old ghost and said, "I want to see if you, an old ghost, will be reluctant to leave."

"Puff..."

Hearing this, the old man spit out all the tea he had just drunk in his mouth. Immediately coughed a few times, laughed wildly, and said, "Hmm, will I be reluctant to give up? Joke! You little devil, go your own way. What does it matter to me to die or live?

"hehe."

Yin Yifan was not angry, but just smiled faintly. He seemed to remember something in his heart. Then he waved his eyebrows slightly and said mysteriously, "That day, when I was held hostage by the old monster, I don't know who said, but someone was very anxious."

"Well!"

It seemed that he was in pain at the bottom of his heart. Even if he was angry, his face turned red and his eyes widened at Yin Yifan. The thick and messy whiskers that completely covered their mouth seemed to be blown up and down by a big breath.

The old man patted the small table with the coffee table next to him and roared, "What kind of ignorant beast said? I'll ask him to argue."

Yin Yifan's smile remained unchanged. Although the beat of the old man was heavy, he did not beat the small table into powder. Obviously, the latter was not really angry.

"Oh, I know. It must be the delicate snow girl."

After a long time, the old man's eyebrows turned, as if he remembered something, and his face quickly turned treacherous and rebelled against the army.

"Well!"

Hearing this, Yin Yifan was embarrassed. After the old man mentioned it, he found that he had not seen Sang Zaixue for more than ten days. This woman, after the last appearance of Yan Xiaoxin, seems to have evaporated from the world and has disappeared.

It should be something that suddenly happened and fell into a busy situation. Anyway, she is also the owner of a city. Yin Yifan thought so, and then wiped a cold sweat on his forehead with his backhand and sarcastically said to the old man, "Old man, you should change your face and sing opera."

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After a quarrel with the old man, Yin Yifan suddenly felt much more comfortable. Looking at the sky, he gradually became enlightened. Now he patted his buttocks, ignored the old ghost, and left straight away.

After saying goodbye to a group of people who saw off, Yin Yifan walked to the gate of Zhenwei Railway. At this time, a sound suddenly came from my ear: "Is this going to go?"

Following the sound, the old man in a simple gray robe sat quietly under the big tree in the courtyard as always.

"Well, let's talk about it again."

Yin Yifan nodded and smiled.

However, Zhong Danqiu stood up, walked straight to Yin Yifan, and said lightly, "No, I'll go with you."

"Together?"

Yin Yifan was stunned and seemed to be a little hesitant, but when he saw the old monster's face, he didn't seem to be laughing. He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "This is my business. I can do it without your help."

"I won't help you."

Zhong Danqiu's face was indifferent, and he said something unknown, and then walked out of the courtyard door first.

Seeing that the old monster seemed to be determined, Yin Yifan naturally knew that it could not be recovered, so he immediately shook his head with a wry smile and followed him out of the courtyard.

"Old monster, last time I mentioned to you that Xuanji Pavilion is looking for you and has issued a red Xuanji order."

Yin Yifan followed Zhong Danqiu, who was walking ahead, looked around and saw that there was no one else, and then whispered.

Zhong Danqiu didn't seem to care. He looked ahead, his pace was steady, and his old voice sounded: "If it looks for it, let it look for it. What can I do?"

I'm afraid it won't be easy for the Son of God. You should know that the saddest thing for every controller is.

Yin Yifan looked serious, rubbed his chin and said softly.

In this regard, Zhong Danqiu just put it aside with a faint smile. He seemed to be a little moved by Yin Yifan's worries about himself. He patted the former on the shoulder for the first time and smiled, "Even if you really want to find it, you can't find it so soon."

"I hope so."

Yin Yifan's heart beat faintly and seemed to be a little restless.

"But don't you really have a son of God?"

While Yin Yifan was secretly speculating in his heart, Zhong Danqiu said another sentence that made him laugh bitterly. In the past month, Zhong Danqiu has changed a lot, and his mind is as good as water, without regard to the secular ups and downs. The preciousness of the Son of God, a treasure that can still make the former still fantasize, is beyond words.

"No."

Yin Yifan had no choice but to spread out his hand.

"Haha, I just asked casually."

Zhong Danqiu laughed and seemed to be a little embarrassed. Thinking of the past, he couldn't help sighing, "At the beginning, I was really fooled by you."

"Haha."

Yin Yifan couldn't help sighing on the spot and laughed, "This can only be said that one is willing to fight and one is willing to suffer."

After a short run-in, the two finally came out of Shengxing City by talking and laughing. A seemingly desolate winding ancient road pierced the morning fog and went straight to Yin Yifan's hometown - Shunfeng City.

Is it life or death?

Is it hatred, is it resentment?

Is it love or hate?

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The previous chapter was relatively heavy and depressing. This chapter is easier.