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The wild grass was vast, life and death were boundless, and no words were spoken, but it was hard to say.

Two white figures quietly stood in front of the nameless grave, their ink-colored hair scattered behind them. The autumn wind blew them up again and again, then gently blew them back.

He had a straight back, a tall figure, long hair that fell to his waist, a long white robe, and a handsome young face that was pale and bloodless.

Too similar, too unlike.

No, only that pair of ink-black eyes, those eyes that similarly contained a deep sadness but also revealed a sense of nostalgia.

"This is the first time I've used the method you taught me to cook tea. I only vaguely remember half of the process. If there's a difference in taste, don't mind it." Zhao Qingyan took out a water bag from his bosom and shook it with a bright smile, "I'll warm it by the stove. This warmth is just right for me. Others bring wine, but you never touch a single drop. We'll use tea in place of wine and drink some together? " He removed the stopper, took a big gulp, then half-turned and handed it to Ran Hao: "Taste it?"

Ran Hao took it, hesitated for a moment, then slowly took a sip: "It's delicious."

Zhao Qingyan said, "If it's good, then just smile. Who's going to look at it with a sullen face?" He tilted his chin towards the grave beside him and smiled at him.

When Ran Hao heard his words, he was startled, but he couldn't help but look at his Master's grave. He pursed his lips, and gave a stiff smile, "It tastes good."

Zhao Qingyan tilted his head. "Do you still think so?"

Ran Hao's empty hands could not help but clench into a fist, he only managed to suppress the pain in his chest after a long while, and pulled out another smile: "I forgot, but it should be very similar."

Zhao Qingyan could not help but laugh, "You look so ugly."

Ran Hao was stunned for a moment, he touched his lips and revealed a trace of helplessness in his eyes: "Then I won't laugh anymore."

Zhao Qingyan smiled for a long time with his eyes half-closed, but he was still unable to stop himself from smiling. He slowly withdrew his smile and looked at the nameless wooden signboard while murmuring, "Although he is very ugly, your master will definitely like it, won't he?"

Ran Hao turned his eyes away and pretended not to hear anything. He walked to the grave and squatted down, and slowly poured the remaining half of the tea on the ground. Watching the tea seeping into his mouth, he couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Qingyan pressed the bracket on his waist a few times, adjusted it a little, and then squatted down beside Ran Hao. Seeing him put away his smile, Zhao Qingyan blinked his eyes and said, "Not bad, another one?"

Ran Hao was startled, hearing that he was not lying, but it sounded like he was being flirtatious, and his lips were pursed even tighter.

Zhao Qingyan felt around a few more times and fished out three oily paper bundles. He opened them one by one and placed them in front of the grave, "I don't remember what you like to eat, so I asked Hao. I tried to make a few, but they were all stuck and I couldn't get them. When will I ever get the chance to buy one for Hao to carry over? These are the things that I'm good at, so the taste shouldn't be that bad. There are a total of nine things, you can try them all. "And this …"

Seeing Zhao Qingyan take out another huge oil paper package and opening it, an embarrassed look appeared on Ran Hao's face as he said, "Young Master, you …"

Zhao Qingyan said, "Hao and I made these together. They were the result of his first cooking. Even though he made his servants fall, I stopped them. I had picked out all the decent looking ones. If you don't mind, can you share some with me? "

Ran Hao was a little worried, "Young master, you can't eat these …"

Zhao Qingyan was too tired from squatting down, so he stood up and sat down on his knees. From somewhere, he took out a pair of bamboo chopsticks wrapped in a handkerchief and picked up a pill. He first said, "Please," and then placed the pill in his mouth.

Ran Hao carefully looked at Zhao Qingyan while holding his breath.

Zhao Qingyan carefully chewed it and swallowed it down. He nodded seriously, "It's really not tasty. The meat is all sticky and fishy outside. To be honest, I've never eaten anything so unpalatable. "

Ran Hao seemed to not believe it. He stretched his hand out and took a bite. His face slightly paled and then turned red. His white cheeks became red to the tips of his ears.

Zhao Qingyan had indeed poured out all of the food that he could not bear to look at and brought along a small portion that looked pretty good. But... These pills did not disappoint Zhao Qingyan's evaluation. Not to mention such a pill, even the well-dressed Zhao Qingyan who was used to eating such delicious pills might not have eaten them …

Ran Hao held the other half of the pill in his hand and was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Zhao Qingyan then tasted all kinds of "dishes." He picked up a few glutinous rice balls and placed them on a piece of oily paper. He threw the rest of the rice balls to the side randomly, "I've tried them. The glutinous rice was a good glutinous rice, and the soaking time was just right. The size was not a problem, and the steaming time was a little short. Although there was a little meat, the taste was still very good. Remaining... I'll take them with me. "

Ran Hao finally threw half of the pills in his hand into his mouth and his face seemed to have returned to normal. However, he lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at Zhao Qingyan: "Young Master, did you vomit them out?"

Zhao Qingyan did not seem to care. "I've already eaten. With Zhu Yan here, the poison will not die. "Don't blame yourself. Eating this kind of food, I should be able to eat the rotten bark from now on. It can also be considered a good experience."

Ran Hao raised his head awkwardly, seeing him looking at him with a smile, he knew that he was doing it on purpose. He was a little angry, but didn't dare show it. "Young Master, you …"

Zhao Qingyan lowered her eyes, the smile on her face had become somewhat lonely, "I once swore to kill Bao Zheng for revenge, but Qingfeng stopped me, so I endured it for many years. Now, even though Bao Zheng has died, it is not revenge in the end. "

Ran Hao, who had been by his side for so many years, understood what he meant without saying anything. "Does Young Master think that Master's death is related to what happened twelve years ago?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded, "We can't know if there might be a connection. It's just that the government is involved in this. It's not just a matter of revenge and murder."

Ran Hao said: "Master, he …" He suddenly stopped talking and tightly pursed his lips, not saying another word.

Zhao Qingyan raised his hand and caressed the wooden signboard beside him. With a sigh, he said, "Forget it. I won't say anymore. It will increase my sadness."

Ran Hao knelt in front of the grave, and after a long time, he suddenly said: "Master has promised me that he will give me a family and will never abandon me in this life. Twenty years ago, right here. Even though I don't have any memories of this place. "

But it should be the same, right?

The same place, the same desolation, the same homeless despair.

Twenty years ago, his master carried him, who was an abandoned baby, into her arms and brought him back to the Light Wind Palace.

With his weak body, no matter how cold or hot he was, his master would always hold him in his arms and sleep. Winter uses his body temperature to ease the cold, summer nights often wake up specially, take folding fan for his fan to dispel the heat.

He was born a few months ago and was abandoned. It was still cold in early spring. His meridians were also injured as a result of this and his body became weak and sickly.

He searched everywhere for a prescription to look for ancient books, personally brewed medicine, and even tested the effectiveness of his acupuncture points. If he was a father, it was rare for him to show such concern, let alone for the sake of an abandoned baby that he picked up by the roadside.

"..."

"Hm." The chirping of cicadas disturbed the beautiful dream. The five to six-year-old child opened his eyes and covered his eyes with his hands.

"Hao, why are you awake so early today?" The voice that could be heard every morning, was gentle and contained a smile, it could not be any better.

Ran Hao lowered his hand and looked at the person beside him: "Master, the cicada is calling again."

The young man beside her had black hair and white clothes. He hadn't woken up yet, and his thin clothes were neat and tidy. His hair that went past his waist was uncombed, but it wasn't messy either. The scroll in his hand was something he had left by his pillow until the morning of the next day to read before he turned out the light. Every summer, when Ran Hao opened his eyes, he could see his Master reading silently. The only difference was that he was the one who woke up today, and normally he needed his master to wake him up.

Ran Qingru reached out to stroke his hair, "Are you tired? If you're tired, then sleep for a while longer. I'll go and close the window. "

Ran Hao said in a low voice: "It will be hot if we close the window." The voice that did not wake up was sticky and soft, unspeakably cute.

Ran Qinghu picked up the folding fan beside him and waved it: "You sleep, I'll help you fan."

Ran Hao rolled his eyes, mumbled "Ok" and fell asleep again.

He stood up and covered all the windows. Then, he sat down again, and placed Scroll by his side, focusing on fanning him.

The cool breeze felt exceptionally comfortable, and Ran Hao slowly fell asleep as well.

In his dreams, he could hear the sound of Ran Shu getting up from his bed. It was somewhat hurried, and even the sound of his footsteps became somewhat disorderly. Then, with a few coughs, a heavy object fell to the ground.

Ran Hao sat up with drowsy eyes, his eyes suddenly opened wide and he instantly woke up.

He covered his mouth with one hand and clutched his shirt with the other. He coughed heavily, almost coughing out his internal organs. His face was also pale. Shocked, fresh blood flowed from the gaps between his fingers and dripped onto the ground, covering a large amount of area.

When his coughing stopped, Ran Hao finally woke up from his shock: "Master …"

"I'm fine. I'll go out for a while, you stay in the house and don't run around." He staggered out of the room.

Just as he walked out of the room, he heard the shocked voice of the Ran Tong Xuan: "Soundsaver, how did you do this?" And then there was no sound.

After biting his lips and hesitating for a long time, Ran Hao still couldn't help but follow.

"Qian Tong, I've told you many times. You should know your limits. Your body is not a good one either. How can you withstand overdrawing your inner strength again and again? "

"After all, it did not injure the heart. It will be completely healed after a few days of rest …"

"You don't want to hurt your heart, but it has already hurt your spleen and lungs. If you try a few more times, it won't be as simple as vomiting blood."

"I remember, I'll pay attention next time."

"You've said those perfunctory words more than a hundred times, when will you remember? In terms of inner force, I am much stronger than you. Next time, let me replace you. "

"This technique is very harmful to the body. Mistress, is it still …"

"You know you're injured, yet you still manage to take the medicine time and time again?"

"Hao, your body can only be nurtured by someone else after they take the soup medicine and channel their internal energy into him." If I can't take advantage of his young age to take good care of him, he will be like me, stuck in a sickbed and unable to practice martial arts. I don't want to see such an outcome. "

"He's your disciple, and although your heart hurts, do I really have the heart to see him suffer?"

"I didn't mean that …"

"With my power, if I were to absorb fifty percent and give it to him, he would be able to use thirty percent of his power. At most, it would be only two parts of my body, so it wouldn't affect me at all. Hand over the prescription to me, and I will nurture his meridians every month. "

"But Palace Mistress …"

"Alright, stop talking, I don't want to hear your explanation. Rest well, and don't be in any more danger. If you teach me to discover it again, then this technique will become useless. You can look for another method to treat his injuries. "

"Mistress, you … Alright, I will try my best to find other methods, so before that, I will have to trouble Asgard Mistress. "

"There's no need to trouble ourselves about it."

"Then, I'll have to thank Asgard Master."

"Before you thank me, I also want to remind you to randomly eat the grass to test your poison, or use your own needles. Be careful that I might pull out all of the herbs in your garden."

"Absolutely not!"

"Why not? The weeds that are planted in my Light Wind Palace, can't I pull them out? "

"This …" How could there be any elegance in the eyes of a martial artist? "It's easy to threaten the herbs in my garden, it's really, really …"

"I never intended anyone to think I was a decent person, much less threaten you. "I just hope that you will take more care of your body and give up your life in exchange for health. That's not what you or I want."

"I only feel pain in my heart. I have no parents, and my body is so weak. I really can't bear for him to taste half of what I've suffered. "

"I also feel sorry for my stardust. I don't have a mother, so I just have a father that I can't take care of while I'm running around. His daily life is entirely under your care, and he is counting on you to teach him his poetry and martial arts. If you die at such a young age, won't he die with Hao? "

"I still have you, didn't I?"

"I... How could he care so much? "Without your help, I would not be able to fully attend to the hundreds of people in the Light Wind Palace and the turmoil in the martial arts world. How could I have the energy to educate two children to adulthood?"

"It's my fault for thinking too much. I hope Asgard Mistress will forgive me. I will guard the Palace Master's Puppet Palace well and raise him into an adult, so as to not disappoint you, Mistress. "

"I am not disappointed … I'm afraid that if you're not here and I can't be a father, I'll have to tire my two children just like you and me. "

"Don't worry, palace master. I will live until the day they become famous and marry and have their children."

"I hope it's not a joke."

"I promise, no."

"Your words are enough."

He became famous in the martial arts world and got married …

Right now, I and Young Hall Master are both on the Young Hero List. Everyone in the martial arts world knows, where are you, Master?

Is my promise to you, my promise to the palace master, that light?

The memories from fifteen years ago were so clear, the laughter still resounding in his ears. The figure that taught him how to read and learn martial arts was also before his eyes.

But that kind of gentleness, that warm embrace, that closed window and fan of summer care... Nothing will ever come again.

In these twelve years, he couldn't wash away his memories, nor could he erase his memories. Even more so, he couldn't blur the unforgettable hatred in his heart.

Every strand of thought, every memory, every bit of hatred, grew stronger and deeper as time passed.

In the young memories, every drop was so precious, so unforgettable. All he could do was to try his best to keep this laughable memory alive …

"Master, I want to go home." Ran Hao's fingers slowly clenched, the harder he used, the harder it was unable to keep the dirt off his fingers.

The somewhat cold loess all answered his unattainable request cruelly.

Extremely cold and cruel.

Zhao Qingyan silently looked at Ran Hao's trembling shoulder. He did not say a word, only accompanied him.

He knew that Ran Hao did not need comfort, and he would not use comfort to break Ran Hao's determination to stay strong.

There was no way for him to comfort her, no way to comfort her either.

Zhao Qingyan looked at Ran Hao. He was also looking at his own shadow which seemed to belong to him.

Wasn't he the one who guarded the memory of never coming back and bitterly waiting for it?

Wasn't he too sad to wait for the person that would never return?

No more memories, no more people can wait.

He could clearly see that the eyes inside the coffin could no longer be opened, and he had already touched the skin inside the coffin that could no longer be warm, so why did he insist on waiting?

Twelve years.

He tossed and turned, thought a thousand times, and recited Qian Ye's name. In the end, all he could say was, "Foolish."

They didn't need to look at each other or talk to each other. They knew what the deepest helplessness in their hearts was right now.

Loess speechless, the sound of fallen leaves astringent, long eyes to the grave, words and deeds unintentional.