Hello, Yan Chaobai

When spring returns to the earth, it is another annual flower festival.

"Master, look, the golden-winged butterfly!" The warm sunshine spread evenly, and Poto Shichiro was like a child who hadn't grown up, chasing a group of shining butterflies with one person and one pet accompanied by the sound of the flute.

The scorching golden color is so dazzling, just like him standing in the sea of ​​flowers back then.

That year, Cang Yun chased the gold-winged butterfly all afternoon, and then traded the spoils for a little hedgehog from a foreign merchant.

"Didn't you say that knives are used to protect the people you want to protect? Does it make sense to make these children's toys?"

The young man wiped his sweat-smeared face, and said earnestly: "Keeping him happy is also a form of protection. What you protect is his happy mood."

Thinking about it now, it's ridiculously stupid.

Each of the two spirit snakes held a butterfly in its mouth, and Potu Qilang showed it to Cang Yun as if offering a treasure.

Looking around, there are quite a few people rummaging among the flowers, and the entrenched poisonous insects and long snakes are disturbed from time to time, so the sound of weapons being exchanged becomes a strange music.

Cang Yun casually plucked a rosebush under his feet, and what jumped out was not a gold-winged butterfly, but an ugly big bug.

Cang Yun cut through its hard shell and watched it turn into a puddle of pus, feeling very bored in his heart, he didn't know how he persisted for several hours back then.

"Qilang take care, take a step ahead for the teacher." He didn't intend to stay longer, so he turned around and waved his hand as farewell.

"Master, where do you want to go?"

"Cang Yun, Yingxue Lake."

After Yan Chaobai and Chizhan separated, they each went back to the mansion and the fort to return to their orders. They traveled day and night with horses and horses, and arrived at Yanmen Pass a few days later.

Yang Qingjiu's unlined clothes and shoes looked even more desolate walking on the thick snow, but Yan Chaobai was not a human being, so he went to report to the team leader after a few words, Yang Qingjiu quietly looked at his back as he ran away, The thin back was covered with sunlight, just like every running Cangyun boy.

"Sake, if sister can't take care of you in the future, you can go to this brother, you know?"

"Princess, please rest assured, I, Yan Beiyao—" There is a carefree smile under the bright eyes of the young man, "I will definitely take good care of Sister Sake!"

"Then, I'll go first!" Yan Beiyao bowed, turned and ran away with the sword and shield on his back.

Yang Qingjiu only remembered his back and those bright eyes. Three years later, his sister married far away, and she was left alone.

After a stick of incense, Yan Chaobai came out of the small captain's tent, the snow fell even harder, and it fell into his raised eyes, which was bitingly cold.Silver snakes danced wildly in the sky, and the sky and the earth were covered in silver. It was such a beautiful scene, but it was a pity that no one stopped to watch it under the clouds.

Except for one place, Yingxue Lake.

Yingxue Lake is not only a sacred place for Cangyun soldiers to cultivate their morality, but also attracts countless other knights from the rivers and lakes. Yan Chaobai has no way of knowing whether Chunyang's love for Yingxue Lake is because of the scenery there, or because of the person standing beside him. that person.

The Yingxue Lake that Yan Chaobai saw was famous all over the world. During the truce, it was filled with people from all over the world. People set off gorgeous fireworks by the lake and floated delicately painted boats in the water. In such a ostentatious scenery, Obviously, they, who were once proud, and him, who is now out of the rivers and lakes, will not appear.