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"Fei Yu." Pang Tong called him, startled the man, and hurriedly got up to meet the general, almost dropped the things in his hand on the ground.

"What's in your hand?" Pang Tong actually saw it, but asked knowingly.

"Back to the general, it's just an ordinary knife." Fei Yu deliberately hid behind his back, which made Pang Tong want to laugh, but he still pretended to be serious and asked: "I never knew that Fei Yu dabbled in small knives."

The general stretched out a hand, Fei Yu could only accept his fate and handed the knife to his hand.

"Isn't this a product from the capital?" Pang Tong smiled and threw the knife back to Fei Yu, his expression gradually changed from gentle to indifferent, "If you like it, go for it. It's really ugly to keep other people's things."

"Yes..." Fei Yu felt a little uncomfortable, but still replied respectfully, "I'll return it tomorrow."

"I don't think it's necessary. Seeing that Leng Butou has a new knife, you can throw it away if you don't need it." Pang Tong looked down at Feiyu. They were all Feiyunqi brought out by himself. Born in the Pang Mansion and grew up in the Pang Mansion, Pang Tong was born to Fei Yu, father and brother, seeing his sad appearance, General Pang was somewhat disturbed.

"I didn't see you with this kind of personality before..." Pang Tong said a few words to himself, and Fei Yu said sadly: "It's not that there are any emotions that are inevitable, the small one... the small one just feels a pity, and after a while alright."

Fei Yu looked at the sharpness of the blade, and probably felt that everything was his own. Leng Xue's indifference and alienation towards him actually explained everything, but for some reason, he couldn't forget the man who said to him with blurred eyes that he refused to accept others. Words from thousands of miles away are both hurtful and attractive.

It was winter, when the power of the Pang family and the Kaifeng mansion was wiped out by the emperor. Fei Yu, who pretended to be a traitor, was ordered by Zhao Zhen to assassinate everyone in the Shenhou mansion. He was injured, and he should be executed immediately, but Fei Yu brought him back to Feiyunqi's camp, treated his illness, healed his wounds, and took good care of everything.

Fei Yu has an indescribable affection for him, maybe it started from the heavy snowfall in the earlier years, or maybe it was because of something else, when Fei Yu looked at Leng Xue's cheeks that were reddened by the high fever, he felt his heart throbbing .

He admitted that at that moment he had thoughts that a gentleman should not have.

Feeling passionate, ending in courtesy, Fei Yu stretched out his hand and lightly touched Leng Xue's forehead, but Leng Butou opened his eyes at that moment, not yet conscious, and said coldly: "What are you going to do?" ?”

The hostility in the eyes is sad.

Wild wolves will only show a gentle side to the people they like, Fei Yu knows that he is not that person, restraining all emotions in his voice, he said politely: "Young Xia Leng, are you awake?"

Leng Xue shook his head, as if he didn't recognize him, he struggled for a while and then fell asleep, he murmured a name that Fei Yu seemed to have known before in his sleep.

He was in a cold-blooded coma for two days, and Fei Yu took care of him day and night for two days, and just got better on the third day, Fei Yu decided to go out for some air, with bloodshot eyes and messy hair.

Wang Yun saw him and asked, "Brother Fei Yu, how is Young Xia Leng?"

"It's all right." Fei Yu smiled at the youngest brother.

Wang Yun looked at him like that, hesitated to speak, his eyes wandered around.

"What do you want to say?" Fei Yu walked down the steps and approached Wang Yun, who asked cautiously, "Brother Fei Yu, are you together?"

"what?"

"You and the cold-blooded headhunter..."

"No." Fei Yu thought for a while, then shook his head, "Don't talk nonsense, it will be embarrassing for people to hear."

"Yeah." Wang Yun suddenly became happy, "Let me just say, he was so good with the iron hand catcher before."

Fei Yu heard that name again, Leng Xue called out when his consciousness was blurred, just one sentence, and then he firmly grabbed Fei Yu's sleeve, trying his best, it was an emotion that he didn't have at this age.

It's not like, it's a kind of belief and obsession.

Fei Yu felt that he had lost.

(Eighteen)

When he got up in the morning, Leng Xue saw Zhu Xiaolian in the main hall, a scholar who rarely gets up so early.

"Xiao Leng, how old are you?" the scholar asked him with a smile.

After thinking about it coldly, he replied, "22."

"Time flies so fast, another year in the blink of an eye." Zhu Xiaolian handed him the sword tassel in his hand, "Let's keep it as a souvenir."

The long sword fringe made of gold wire and blue rope, the cold-blooded broken sword had no decorations, and neither did the one recast by iron hands, but compared to other things, the sword fringe is not absurd birthday gift Already, cold-bloodedly took Jiansui with both hands, thanking him nonchalantly.

Maybe it's because of the eldest brother, Zhu Xiaolian is the only one who insists on giving them birthday gifts every year. In fact, they are just cheap little things, but Mr. Xiaolian always said that children grow up very fast, so don't leave any souvenirs It passed in a blink of an eye, and Bao Zheng laughed at him at the side because he must have been bored and wanted to find something to do, but to be honest, he carefully put away every gift he received.

"You have been in Shenhou Mansion for two years." Zhu Xiaolian said, "Sir, you were invited to have dinner there last year. Do you want to stay overnight this year?"

"Ah."

"Well, go early and come back early."

The Shenhou Mansion is full of rough old men, female men, and charming girls.

Normally, even the husband's birthday is not acceptable, but Jiao Niang refuses, saying that this is a woman's family matter, and the husband has no control over it.

Jiao Niang and Mr. have no children. In the first year, they had to drive out the restless cubs in the family. In the second year, it was already so painful to be their own children. The table is full of wine and meat that suits the taste, and everyone sits around and sells crazy and has fun.

Cold-blooded doesn't hate that.

But Tie Shou asked him the same question today, and he said, "Ling Qi, how old are you this year?"

The iron hand was still smiling, but Leng Xue didn't want to answer, and tensed the muscles around his mouth.

"Look at this silly boy who doesn't even remember how old he is." Zhui Ming gloated beside him, his iron hand smile was still on his face, but the opportunity in his eyes had already beaten him into a meat paste, and the third master Zhui Ming turned around sheepishly , Go drink Lao Tzu's wine, I don't care about you, I can't walk a few steps and playfully, I turned my head and shouted: "He is 22 this year!"

After all, she ran away without a trace, carrying the good girl Hong.

"Well, it's been two years." Iron Hand didn't feel anything wrong, excitement was mixed with tension, and he wiped his hands on the rough coat, "I don't know what you like either."

Leng Xue didn't know how to respond to Tie Shou, and after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't come up with a reason. Jiao Niang suddenly pushed him behind Tie Shou, and said, "Do you know that today is the day of offering sacrifices? Kao Niangniang's Fireworks Festival, Tie Shou quickly went around with Ling Qi before eating, maybe he saw something."

Jiaoniang blinked fiercely at the iron hand.

"Yes, yes, yes." Tie Shou came to his senses, "You...do you want to go?"

In fact, Leng Xue didn't want to go at all, and he didn't know who Kao Mistress was.

He replied, "I want to go."

Tie Shou smiled at him, and Leng Xue laughed with him, the two of them were inexplicable.

19 ~ 21

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Leng Xue quickly regretted his hasty decision, Kao Niangniang's fireworks festival, the streets were bustling with young lovers and their families, not to mention how eye-catching the two tall men with iron sword protective gear were.

The two walked quietly, the shoulders that were close to each other felt numb to Leng Xue.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Tie Shou suddenly asked him, and coldly said no.

"I'm not used to this either. If you're uncomfortable, we'll go back." Tie Shou was a straightforward person, and Leng Xue grabbed his arm when he turned around.

"Just, let's go." Leng Xue didn't let go of his hand, his eyes didn't know where to look, "We'll go back after crossing the street."

Tie Shou thought for a while, didn't speak any more, and walked towards Qian Street first, then coldly withdrew his hand and followed him, couldn't walk a few steps, and couldn't help showing a sneaky smile.

It feels inexplicably a little better.

The two walked back and forth without saying a word, but they no longer had the embarrassment they had before. It was not late at night, and there were only a few sporadic firecrackers in the sky. Trajectories and green smoke, on both sides of the road, the hawking of vendors is mixed with the sound of sizzling cooked oil.

"When I was a blacksmith, I could hear such a noisy sound every evening." Tie Shou talked about some gossip, he was reticent, and he rarely mentioned the past, listening to him coldly, "It feels quite Okay, close the stall and go home, have a hot meal and sleep, it’s pretty good.”

Cold-blooded imagined the picture described by Tieshou, but couldn't understand the deep meaning in it. He had never dreamed of the future, and simply lived in the present. If that is the life Tieshou likes, it obviously runs counter to his ideals now.

"Without those, it's fine to have you." Tie Shou's voice was drowned out by the firecrackers, Leng Xue stopped in his tracks, and asked in a daze, "What did you say?"

"I said, if it's just you, it's fine." Tie Shou suddenly leaned over and stretched out his hand as if to touch something, but he was concerned about the eyes around him, so he put down his hand.

There are some things that you don't bring with you when you are born, and you don't take them with you when you die. Objects and environments are just a kind of sustenance for an ideal life. Tieshou thinks it is simple, but the fact is just as simple as that.

Another firework exploded in the sky, and the firework show officially started. Tie Shou turned his head to try to cheer him up, but was scattered by the sudden flow of people, and the shouts were drowned in the crowd.

It took Iron Hand a long time to dodge from the crowd, he never joins in the fun,