Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 241 Unstained

Lin Huan held Mr. Zhongli's hand tightly, followed his footsteps obediently, and walked slowly forward. They walked on the long street of Liyue Port, where the lights had gone out and people had fallen asleep. The night wind blew, and the corners of her clothes fluttered slightly, but Lin Huan's heart was full of peace. As she walked, Lin Huan realized that the direction Mr. led her forward was not to go to the closer road towards the Feiyunpo archway, but turned to the opposite direction of Chihuyan, as if he was ready to set foot on that narrow path.

It seems that the scene before her eyes has many similarities with the night of that day. That day, she was alone, slowly walking through the Hall of Rebirth, and then passing by the alchemy table at the fork in the road of Sanwan Buguogang. The last person she met was the kind, open-minded and cheerful gentleman, her Uncle Hu, who was also her father. And at this moment, accompanying her is her king, her husband, and the person she loves deeply. Compared with that day... In fact, she didn't feel lonely at all that day, just because she had been alone for a long time and had long been accustomed to the taste of loneliness. And this day, just because Mr. Zhongli was by her side at this moment, the loneliness and solitude were like the haze dispelled by the sun, and could no longer leave any trace in her world that had already built an invisible high wall.

Her palms tightened slightly, and she held her husband's hand even more tightly. At this moment, she had already seen the familiar teahouse next to the Wangsheng Hall. At this moment, the door was tightly closed, and the lights on the second floor were dim. They might not be here at this time, and they were probably gathered in the mansion in Tianheng Mountain, right?

Her thoughts drifted away, recalling the laughter and warm gatherings in the teahouse. At that time, everyone sat together, sharing the little interesting things in life and talking about the past and future of Liyue. Now, there was silence here, as if silently telling the passage of time and the changes of the world.

At this time, Mr. Zhongli slowly stopped moving forward, but did not look back. He just spoke softly.

"Ah Huan, there is something I need to tell you... Ah Huan, he doesn't want you to be sad, but I still think you have the right to know about this. Ah Huan, your comrade, your brother Boyang, his body can no longer hold on, like a lamp with no oil. Tonight, after accompanying and watching the last sky lantern rise into the sky, he passed away suddenly... Ah Huan, he was with you until the last moment of his life. Although we will no longer meet, you can understand his concern and love for you, right? So don't be sad, and don't let him worry... Ah Huan, can you do it?"

Lin Huan's body trembled slightly, and the light in her eyes dimmed instantly. She stared at Mr. Zhongli blankly, her lips tightly pursed, as if trying to suppress the surging grief in her heart.

The person holding her hand used a little more strength, as if silently telling her not to be afraid, he was always there.

After a long while, Lin Huan closed his eyes slightly, let out a long breath, and said softly: "... He... didn't want to see me, so it was because of this... I understand... Sir, don't worry, Ah Huan can understand his wish... He hopes that I can be fine, no longer trapped by the past and sadness, and continue to move forward... I understand, so don't worry... I, I won't be sad, I will be fine, and I won't let him, nor you worry..."

Mr. Zhongli looked at Lin Huan deeply, his eyes full of love and relief. He exerted a little force and held Lin Huan's hand again. The force was gentle and firm, as if silently giving her courage and support.

"Ah Huan, it's a blessing that you can be so clear-headed. If Boyang knew, he would definitely leave with peace of mind." Mr. Zhongli's voice was steady and gentle, like a slowly flowing warm current, quietly flowing into the depths of Lin Huan's heart. He stared at Lin Huan quietly, as if he wanted to use his calmness and magnanimity to build a solid barrier for her.

"Life is unpredictable, but friendship is eternal. Although Boyang is gone, his concern and love for you will accompany you for a long time, just like the majestic mountains and rivers of Liyue. Therefore, it is very good that you can look beyond the past and move forward."

"I understand... sir, I understand..." Lin Huan's voice was a little hoarse, and he said softly, "Yes, he... is always like this, but what can I do? I just can't bear to blame him..."

She just couldn't bear to blame the brothers, she just wanted to accommodate them, there was no way, she had gotten used to it and didn't want to change. So be it... it's good. Is this the final outcome of this friendship of mutual concern? It's good.

Thinking aimlessly like this, Lin Huan put his other hand behind his back, as if he was holding something tightly, like grabbing a life-saving straw, holding it tightly and refusing to let go. Mr. Zhongli saw this scene, turned his head and sighed slightly, but did not ask, but just increased the strength of holding Lin Huan's other hand a little more, and walked slowly forward with her.

After walking across the old bridge, the two set foot on the stone path built to relieve the pressure of the flow of people on the other side of the mountain road and facilitate someone to take a shortcut up the mountain. They walked slowly. The moonlight shone on them, casting long shadows. They passed by the Yiyan Temple. The ancient temple looked particularly solemn in the night, like a silent guardian. They also passed through the small garden of Yuehai Pavilion. The faint fragrance of flowers filled the air, but it could not dispel the haze in Lin Huan's heart. Finally, they stopped under the big tree beside the mountain road.

Beside the tea table where Grandma Ping often sat, there were several people sitting or standing, all with familiar faces. They were the immortals of Jueyunjian. This time, for her, they all came out again and stood in front of her. Seeing this, Lin Huan exerted a little force to break free from Mr. Zhongli's tightly grasped hand, stepped forward and bowed deeply, but at this moment, with his emotions surging, he could not say a word, but just lowered his head, maintained the posture of bowing, and remained silent.