[Douluo Dalu] He and the sea

The sound of falling rain hit the umbrella surface, and the noise continued. Tang San stopped temporarily and looked at the winding streets in front of him.

No one would go out at this time, so he was the only one standing at the intersection on the empty street, like a conspicuous road sign, without moving for a while.

Just when he was secretly worried, someone seemed to be approaching from behind.

The man's footsteps didn't slow down deliberately. Tang San didn't scare him, but waited for him to get closer, then pretended to be unintentional and turned his head.

"you?"

It was the old man he had seen in the tea shop outside the Star Dou Forest.

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that the other party had stopped in front of him, Tang San stepped back without leaving a trace, his movements a little cautious.

"... "

The old man gestured with his hands, as if to tell him something. He pointed at his own back for a while, then flattened his palms on a certain height. Several consecutive gestures made Tang San look a little confused. Dazzled.

"Slow down..." frowning, Tang San blinked, letting his eyes relax: "What's in the alley?"

"So high?" As he said this, Tang San recalled where the old man paused just now. He then raised his palm and made a gesture, and then suddenly froze.

He remembered that Atin seemed to be this tall...

With his thoughts rising and falling, Tang San suddenly came back to his senses. He leaned forward slightly and spoke to the old man in a gentle and polite manner, with a hint of inaudible urgency in his tone.

"Please lead the way."

The sound of rain suddenly stopped, like a candle that was extinguished, and became silent for a while. Then, the cool breeze entered the window and slowly blew into the house, blowing the bamboo curtain. The rustling, swaying of pearls and ears, and the tinkling sound filled the ears of the two people for a while.

"you--!!"

The old man stood up suddenly, trembling his fingers, his eyes burning with anger, and his face was extremely ugly.

"Senior, you must keep your word."

Atin lowered her eyes and sat on the chair as if nothing happened. She didn't care about the old man's anger. She turned her wrist with difficulty and shook off the small cyan snake with red eyes.

There was a clang sound, and the little snake, frozen by the transparent ice, was lying on the floor motionless.

Seeing her insignificant action, the old man glared at Ating angrily, then opened his hand and took back his snake: "Who allowed you to use your soul power?"

"Senior, I forgot, you didn't say you couldn't use your soul power." A Ting blinked innocently, deliberately exposing the two bite marks on his wrist, and placed them right under the old man's eyes, which made his expression change. It's getting uglier.

"Huang-mao kid, you are clearly making fun of me!"

Listening to the other party's almost gritted words, A Ting sighed slightly and replied sincerely: "The bet was placed by the junior, and the conditions were proposed by the senior. We are betting with evidence, how can we call it a joke?" Woolen cloth?"

"..." After hearing what she said, the old man suddenly laughed angrily. These words were well-founded and flawless. It was neither a refutation nor an excuse. No matter what he said, he would be the one who suffered.

It's rare, it's rare. For the first time in my life, I fell on a little girl who was still young.

The old man laughed angrily. After shaking his sleeves a few times, he sat down again and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will regret it?"

"Of course I'm afraid." Atin tiptoed to the ground, leaned against the back of the chair, and slowly relaxed his tense nerves: "I can cheat, and you can cheat too."

But if you still act shamelessly at such an old age, in the ears of outsiders, it is really disrespectful to the elderly, which is somewhat unjustifiable.

"Do you think I'm afraid of people talking about it?"

The old man snorted coldly, and sneered rather disdainfully: "Little girl, you are quite clever, but this time you are very careful, I am afraid that you will not be able to scheme as well as me."

"That's not necessarily the case." A Ting smiled with a delicate smile, her eyebrows were calm, as if she was already confident, and she looked at the old man calmly.

"Not necessarily? You are just starting out, so what connections can you use to slander my reputation?" The old man finished speaking nonchalantly. As soon as the words fell lightly, he himself noticed something was wrong.

This girl is cheating on him again!

The old man frowned and became angry. It was the first time that he had suffered such a big loss from someone else in less than an hour.

And it’s still a bitter Coptis chinensis, which is hard to describe!

"The juniors really don't have many connections." Ating said seriously, with a hint of regret in his brows.

Without waiting for the old man to react, she quickly frowned again, dispelling the sadness as pale as a mountain with a wave of her hand. In the blink of an eye, she smiled again, crisp and clear, like a fragrance in bloom, exceptionally beautiful and moving: "But I think having Gu Xiu alone is enough."

After all, the storm that a titled Douluo can cause is very important.

"I was careless."

After saying this, the old man pinched out a ray of blue light and touched it on Atin's shoulder blades. Then, Atin seemed to feel the traces of heat that had been blocked in his limbs. Then disappeared without a trace.

The restraints were gone, and she was like a fish that had finally returned to the sea from the stranded puddle. She was panting heavily, as if all the cold and wet water vapor was being absorbed into her body, and it took a long time before she calmed down.

It was not in vain that she had struggled for so long to regain her freedom.

Holding on to the chair, Atin straightened up and stood up slowly. She moved her hands and ankles while searching for the way out without leaving any trace.

"What's in this house, do you know what it is?"

When asked by the old man, Atin turned her gaze back, as if she had just come back to her senses, and quickly fluttered her eyelashes, just enough to cover the ripples in her eyes.

"Antiques?" Ating followed the old man's words and expanded his field of vision to where he could see. The room was not big, but the walls were surrounded by simple wooden shelves, with objects of different sizes placed on them. Some of them were The gold and silver cups and utensils are exactly the same as the "sea goods" carried by pirate ships in the sea. There are also daggers and long swords with rubies and green diamonds embedded in the sheaths, and extremely complicated patterns carved on them. The dress is exceptionally luxurious and eye-catching.

"More than that." The old man said in a high tone, looking at the items in the half-dark light of the room, looking at these items with extraordinarily contemptuous eyes: "These items are for resale, and there is a batch of goods in the cellar."

"Reselling services? Isn't that the same as having money that can make all the difference?" After Ating finished speaking, he stopped looking at the shelves full of dazzling goods, but walked to an extremely inconspicuous pile of debris in the corner. Then, he used his fingers to push open several dusty broken bracelet boxes, and took out a silver-colored bead from them.

Although it is said to be a bead, it is actually not a bead. This thing is larger than a bead. The four corners are irregular, but round and smooth. You can feel the coldness with your tentacles.

The old man didn't pay much attention to Atin's actions, as if everything in the house didn't belong to her and she could take it as she pleased.

"You know the truth, it depends on what you want to do." The old man turned sideways and looked out of the window that let out the skylight. Unlike the heavy rain that had poured down for half an afternoon, the light rain had gradually lost his voice. , no more banging sounds came in.

"Gu Qi bought the house. If he wanted to find out something, he would sell them one by one."

Ating tightened her grip on the unknown object. When she heard this, she turned around with a complicated expression: "Senior, do you mean to use money... to inquire about Wuhun Hall?"

This is a difficult move and not an easy move.

"I'm not from the Wuhun Palace, so I don't understand the complicated things here."

Although he said this, Atin discovered that this senior had actually understood everything from the beginning. If he said he didn't understand, it was because of this, that it happened to be what he was doing. Can't say more.

"Juniors understand that some things may seem glamorous, but in fact they are not as good as they are on the outside. It is best to use vulgar methods to deal with them."

Ating slowed down his tone, and his tone was calm, as if he was telling an extremely ordinary story, without any personal feelings: "I understand Gu Qi's intention."

He was using what he had seen and known in the first half of his life to chart the course of this chess game for them.

"Guess what you do."

The old man opened his sleeves and folded them in front of his arms. In an instant, green smoke fell like a waterfall, like flames rising with the momentum. In just a moment, the slightly narrow house was covered hazy, like the first time. The white mist and haze that rises in the morning completely cover up all the virtual and real.

"There will be thousands of things in the future, none of which will be involved."

These words drifted into the ears, and A Ting stood there without moving, looking indifferently at the green smoke that filled the room, how grand and powerful it was when it came, and how silent it was when it dissipated, and Gu Qi The appearance and exit are exactly the same.

And this senior's so-called help started from those two words of "eye connection" to now that Gu Qi is gone and the cooperation has ended. What is his purpose in saying this to her?

The dizzying thoughts were complicated and annoying. Atin couldn't help but shook his head, shaking off these incomprehensible plans.

It is true that it is difficult to become an adult and even more difficult to learn from others.

Taji - Taji -

The sound of boot soles stepping into puddles continued one after another, becoming increasingly noisy in the deserted streets.

West Street, which has always been cold and cold, becomes even quieter on rainy days.

The old man taking the lead finally stopped and began to gesture with his hands, pointing repeatedly to a shop opposite.

Tang San stood still, breathing lightly. Following the old man's reminder, he raised his eyes and cast his gaze there.

The autumn rain is continuous, the water is rippling, and after the clouds and mists are scattered, white clouds appear one after another, and a thin light shines in, suddenly lighting up the eyes.

"Little San?"

Atin's limbs were still a little weak, so he walked a little slower. The distance between the two of them, which was neither far nor close, was shortening little by little.

His ears and eyes suddenly clear, Tang San pursed his lips and strode towards her. For a moment, the wind was quiet, and his eyes abandoned everything, only pretending to be A Ting.

The moment he took the little girl into his arms, Tang San suddenly felt that the chasm between him and Ating no longer seemed so unbearable.

"Come to me?"

With someone holding her waist, A Ting could only snuggle into his arms. She breathed slowly. In the other person's warm breath and temperature, her heartstrings that had been tense suddenly relaxed, and then she felt Yes, it was the familiar thumping in the chest.

One after another, the sound was powerful.

"I am worried about you."

For a long time, Atin didn't say anything. She lowered her eyelashes and unconsciously tightened the clothes around Tang San's waist with her hands.

"I'll carry you."

Seemingly sensing a hint of stasis in the atmosphere between the two of them, Tang San relaxed his strength slightly, turned around in front of her, and then squatted down in a neat movement.

The boy's shoulders were thin and broad. He bent down in front of her. He didn't even notice that his clothes were soaked by water. He only tilted his neck and gently urged her: "Come up quickly, let's go back."

Somehow, Ating didn't say any more words of rejection. She remained silent and allowed Tang San to carry her on his back.

"Did that old man bring you here?"

Tang San nodded, and after carrying Ating on his back, he looked around: "He was still here just now."

After saying that, he frowned and bumped Ating up again: "It's too light."

"... "

Ating held his shoulders with both hands and listened to Tang San's rambling words. He was speechless for a moment and sighed helplessly: "If it's too light, I'll come down and walk by myself."

As soon as he said these words, Tang San immediately shut his mouth and stopped nagging on this topic.

But he was very happy in his heart.

They became silent again, their slow breaths blended together, and the temperatures depended on each other. In the afternoon when the wind and rain had just stopped, in the streets where water gathered, facing the few rays of golden light that slightly poked out of the sky, Tang San walked steadily. Slowly, he quietly controlled the strength on his arm, fearing that the person carrying him would feel any discomfort.

"You're fine."

She looked down at Tang San's profile, her eyes wandering from every corner to every inch of his skin, gazing with great care, as if she wanted to imprint the charm of his eyebrows and eyes deeply in her heart. Guang didn't dare to move even a little bit.

"?" The words were spoken too softly, as if they were held between the lips and teeth. Tang San only vaguely heard one word, but he didn't have time to capture the rest.

"I said... the time is just right..." Taking advantage of Tang San's daze, she carefully raised her upper body, and in the meandering clear light, she was close to the golden-red sunlight at the same time, and she leaned her cheek against it in vain On his neck.

A touch of coolness came with the wind, and it stopped gently at the tip of his brow.

The time is just right, I love you.

In the silent silence, there is no rising red sun in the world, nor is there any more and more fragrant light. The rounded and smooth stone edges and corners, cold and sharp, block out all the magnificence.

There is no wind or rain here, and the frost is white as far as the eye can see.

There were only floating flying fish swimming in groups, and the lake surface a hundred feet away below reflected the dull and streakless water herons swimming in clusters on the horizon.

Everything is breathless, as if it makes no sound, making this place a rare place of silence.

There is no extra color in the sky, only a piece of white and a little gray.

It seems to contrast with the tall trees standing all over the lake. Countless trees are lined up here, covered with frost and snow. They form a ring and surround a taller tree in the center, like a pilgrimage. , also like bowing down.

The huge lake is calm, glowing with dots of cold light, and exhaling the cool tide from bottom to top.

In the absolute silence, at the top of the treetops where water droplets are frozen, the thin leaves condensed into ice are like flower bones with buds and buds, covered with severe frost, exposing the milky white crystals on the tips of the branches and leaves, engraved with The branches are full of Qiongbing broken jade.

The willow trees bear silver flowers, the pine trees bloom silver chrysanthemums, and the clear lake is covered with rime.

As the palm slightly warmed by the sun tightened the stones slightly, the largest rime tree in the center of the lake slowly opened its branches.

Among the deep leaf crowns, the branches are thick, and the soft snow piles pour down like the Milky Way, passing by a piece of dark-white clothes.

The man leaning against the tree trunk seemed to be asleep, his face and eyes were as peaceful as before, as if he had not been shocked by the noise, he still closed his eyes and breathed slowly.

His long hair is gray and white, like the morning mist in the cold winter. Sometimes it is turbid, sometimes it is clear and moist, with a slightly melting cold color, and it is as white as jade.

Perhaps it was the warmth that hit the cold sky here. After frowning several times, his long eyelashes were slightly brushed, and with a hint of pureness, he suddenly opened his eyes under the capped snow willow.

Look through the bright and dying clouds, and then take a look at the human world.