How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

When Feng Heming arrived outside the small village, it was encountering a continuous drizzle.This rain started to fall last night, until this morning, it was more like a hazy fog.The ground under your feet is fine gravel, and there is a rustling sound when you step on it, but it doesn't make your feet muddy, which is really comfortable.

There is already smoke in the village, but there is still a quiet atmosphere that makes people reluctant to disturb.Feng Heming walked slowly through the village until he reached the easternmost part of the small village, and he saw a small courtyard.

A tree of apricot blossoms outside the courtyard is in full bloom, and the light rain of apricot blossoms is a good spring in the south of the Yangtze River.The courtyard door was wide open, and there were people in the courtyard.Simple plain clothes, with little hairs flying around, it is the shadow of the galaxy.This kind of drizzle is naturally harmless to him, he is raising his hand to break off a branch of pear blossom with rain, sniffing it a little, with a slight smile on his lips.His face finally showed a slight look of stability, probably because he was a little older after all.

And Xingheying under the tree just turned around at this time, and saw Feng Heming in front of the door at a glance.

Feng Heming didn't change his appearance today, he put on the face of a young man in his twenties.Feng Heming suddenly had some inexplicable emotions, he couldn't explain this feeling.It was as if time took the old man away gradually, but he remained where he was.

"..." Xingheying's expression froze for a moment, Feng Heming was thinking about how to speak, when he saw this person turned around and yelled towards the kitchen:

"Qianshan run! The bandit leader is here!"

Feng Heming: "..."

Fuck all the sentimentality!

"Bandits?" Jian Qianshan, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, was stunned for a moment, wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen, "Didn't you clean up all the cottages in the ten miles and eight towns? Where is the bandit leader?"

As soon as he finished his words, Xingheying had already pounced on him, holding the freshly broken pear blossom in one hand, dragging him into the house: "Run softly, run softly! Night owls come into the house for nothing!"

"Who the hell..." Jian Qianshan was tugged by him inexplicably, but he was not annoyed.Speaking of this, he also thought of who was coming, and looked up at the door, Feng Heming just entered the yard, closed the umbrella in his hand, looked at them, and smiled slightly:

"Long time no see, stay safe."

Jian Qianshan glanced sideways at Xingheying who was still trying to drag him away, the latter squinted with an aggrieved expression.Jian Qianshan couldn't be bothered to see him pretending to be tender for such a big man, so he stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead: "Be careful."

"Then what if he wants to kidnap you again!" Xingheying stretched out his hand confidently to poke Jian Qianshan's shoulder, "Although I believe that I am more handsome now than before, but he is not old at all. In case you see He doesn't like me anymore, so I have to work hard to get you back! Why do old couples play this kind of meme after more than 20 years!"

Feng Heming: "Your words make me really want to try."

Xingheying: "How dare you! I'll kill you, believe it or not!"

Jian Qianshan sighed helplessly, and stretched out his hand to hold Xingheying's hand: "Is this all right?"

Xingheying rubbed the tip of her nose with the other hand and looked at the ground.So Jian Qianshan leaned over and pecked lightly on his cheek, and suddenly saw the man smile: "Is it okay now?"

"Well, barely!"

Feng Heming, who witnessed everything, felt that he shouldn't have come. He hadn't seen his grandmother for many years, and he didn't come here to reminisce. He came to see two dogs. You and me are as deep as the sea of!

"I finally know why that little wolf cub would rather go out on the rivers and lakes by himself than with the two of you." Feng Heming put the oil-paper umbrella by the courtyard gate, rubbing his forehead with one hand to express his headache.Xingheying curled her lips, suddenly feeling a little wrong:

"Wait? Didn't Chang Zhou say we're here? Little wolf cub?"

"...He really knows?" Feng Heming felt that he needed a small notebook dedicated to keeping vengeance, and jotted down Chang Zhou's strokes.Xingheying stared at him for a moment, with a very strange expression on his face—probably as if he had stolen the tribute from Sanqing, and then found that it was the expression after the tribute was bitten by a mouse——

"I told the little wolf cub not to tell anyone we're here except my future daughter-in-law, why did he tell you?"

Feng Heming: "???"

Xingheying looked Feng Heming up and down, curled his lips as if he was extremely disgusted: "It's fine if he can't bear children, and he didn't expect him to give us a pension; the key is which eye he can fall in love with when he is blind. Aged old cabbage?"

It is rare to meet in 20 years or not to fight.Feng Heming tried hard to tell himself to calm down, but Xingheying folded his arms and shook his head:

"Forget it, I won't get involved with my son's affairs. Young people have their own way. I don't care about seniority, so let's talk about it, and I will call you second senior brother at a disadvantage. Just call me daddy!"

"Xingheying!" Where's my sword? Where's my sword? I'm going to chop him up!

"Aying, don't mess around." Jian Qianshan shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand and flicked Xingheying's forehead lightly again.Xingheying flattened his mouth, and Jian Qianshan continued:

"I have been away from Jianmen for so long, and I still talk about it. Just call me dad, don't just count it."

Feng Heming: "..."

Why, why do you always think that senior brother is old!Reality!people!Feng Heming looked at Jian Qianshan with a desperate expression, while Jian Qianshan pointed to the main room with a slight smile on his lips, "Go in and sit," he reached out and knocked on Xingheying's forehead, "I've washed the dishes , should you make tea?"

"Okay, okay," Xingheying said with a sense of grievance, and he raised his hands in surrender, "Isn't it just because I'm afraid that I will be pinched if I disagree with the second senior brother, good wife and mother!"

"Are you skin tight again?"

"No, you talk to me to make tea!" Xingheying stuffed the pear blossom in his hand to Jian Qianshan, oiled the soles of his feet, turned and slipped into the kitchen.Feng Heming stared at the video behind him for a moment, Jian Qianshan thought he was going to say something earth-shattering, so he raised his hands and fists and said seriously:

"Eldest brother is skilled at taming husbands, which is admirable."

"...Second Junior Brother, I haven't seen you for many years, do you want to learn martial arts first?"

"Don't dare."

Pushing open the window, one could just see the pear tree in the yard, Feng Heming was sitting by the window, turned around and saw Jian Qianshan inserting the branch of pear blossom into a pottery vase on the table.The vase was crooked and ugly, he looked at it for a while, and suddenly laughed:

"Senior brother is so elegant."

"Huh?" Jian Qianshan turned to look at him, as if he was a little puzzled as to why he made such a statement.Feng Heming smiled slightly:

"The pear blossoms and the bright moon are like snow, and the fragrance is sent to the wine from time to time."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the vase again: "Xingheying must have made such an ugliness by himself, and only you, brother, can not dislike it."

"I can hear you talking bad about me." Xingheying said, and came in with a tea tray.The tea set was an exquisite white porcelain tureen. Feng Heming took a sip and raised his eyebrows—good tea, Mingqian Longjing.

Probably seeing what he was thinking, Xingheying sat next to Jian Qianshan, tilting his head with one hand propped on his chin and looking at Feng Heming——probably the little wolf cub learned this movement from him—the corner of his lips naturally With a smile:

"Don't say I have a problem with you, there is still good tea when my senior brother comes. But you don't have to be too moved, I usually drink this."

Familiar with the bitterness and familiar meanness, Feng Heming immediately responded to him: "Oh, I thought that the leader of the Demon Cult, who has nothing to do except bombing alchemy, will be poor after retiring from the world and relying on his seniors to support him. Look, Senior Brother is not only Wen Keding and martial arts able to secure the country, he is also a good hand at living, able to support such a disaster that will only add to the chaos."

Xingheying put down the teacup, turned to look at Jian Qianshan with serious eyes: "Can I kill him? Will someone say that I rely on the old to bully the young?"

I haven't seen each other for 20 years. I thought there would be a lot of regret or a long sigh, but I didn't expect that when we met again, it would still be the same as Shimen - he and Xingheying had always been at odds, and Jian Qianshan only smiled slightly. It's a mediation or a joke.The three of them were drinking tea and talking gossip, and even the drizzle turned into Chuqing.Someone came to the door with a fresh mandarin fish, which was a deal agreed upon with Xingheying long ago.

"You have a good taste." Xingheying carried the fish, and smiled at Feng Heming in a blink of an eye, "Usually I only cook it for Qianshan and the little wolf cub, but you caught up with me today. Steamed mandarin fish with pickled vegetables and ham, eat it After this meal, I will never forget it!"

Feng Heming was a little surprised, and turned to look at Jian Qianshan.Jian Qianshan just smiled and nodded slightly: "It's really not him bragging this time. The village Jinling asked him to be a chef two years ago, but he refused."

Seeing Xingheying enter the kitchen again, Feng Heming suddenly laughed softly: "If it's really unforgettable for a lifetime, then it's too bad."

Jian Qianshan understood what he meant, but he didn't know how to speak.Feng Heming only refilled a cup of tea by himself before slowly speaking:

"Brother, I dreamed about Master a few days ago." He slowed down a little, as if he was thinking about how to describe the dream, "He didn't blame me...but he was far away from me. I could see him smiling at me , as before, it was a very kind feeling. I ran to chase him, but I couldn't catch up. There was a river between me and him, and there was no boat or bridge on the river... Then I suddenly figured it out , Legend has it that there is a river called the Santu River, which divides life and death. When I think of this, I wake up."

Jian Qianshan was speechless for a while, he just continued: "I always think now, one day you will all go to the other side of the river, and I can only stay where I am. Or in fact, I am dead, but I will never die. Can't be reincarnated."

Jian Qianshan suddenly remembered that a long time ago, on the way back, Wen Wen took the three of them to Wuti Yuan for a spring outing.What did Ah Ying say at that time?People are born and then die, and flowers bloom and then they are defeated...Is that so?

In fact, among the brothers and sisters, Ah Ying is the one who sees the most thoroughly.Jian Qianshan looked at Feng Heming, thought for a while, and asked him: "Have you regretted it?"

"Regret...?" Feng Heming slowly savored the meaning of these two words, suddenly laughed again, and shook his head, "Brother, for the rest of my life, I want my parents to be loving, my father to be kind and my son to be filial, and my master to love me Chong, I still want you to like me. I am too greedy, but I am unwilling to have nothing." On his lips, there is an elegant smile again, "So I can only hold on to immortality, which is better than drifting in half a lifetime. In the end, it's all for naught. Chang Zhou said I was obsessed with obsession, and Third Junior Brother also said I was stupid, but...they have something." After finishing speaking, he picked up his cup and slowly took a sip of green tea.

Jian Qianshan looked at him until he put down his teacup and smiled lightly, then suddenly reached out and touched Feng Heming's head——

"Silly boy."