wind and waves

Jing Che's mother used to only object to Jing Che running up the mountain, not really objecting to him learning martial arts.

Now Yunlang is teaching him hand in hand, and Jingche has been running up Mount Tai without sneaking. She is naturally happy from ear to ear, and often praises Yunlang for teaching well, which makes Jingche learn a lot. Looks good.

Jing Che studied very hard, often practicing from early morning to noon, and would take a nap when he was sleepy in the afternoon.

Taking advantage of this time, Yunlang would go to a clearing in the woods to practice his sword.

At first Jing Che didn't notice anything, but one day when he found out, he secretly followed Yun Lang and hid behind a tree to peek.

Yunlang's moves were completely turned upside down compared to those he taught Jing Che in his daily life.

He drew his sword very fast, and a gust of sword wind swept from the tip of the sword, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground. Although he used a wooden sword, the fallen leaves were still split in half by the sword energy.His moves are fierce and fierce, and every sword is a fatal blow.The expression on his face was cold and desperate, as if there was a loathsome enemy in front of him.

Jing Che had never seen Yun Lang like this before, he could see the gods, and exposed himself.

When Yun Lang noticed someone, he stabbed with a flying sword, and the tip of the sword stopped three centimeters in front of Jing Che's throat.

"Shocked Che?" Yun Lang withdrew his sword and his hostility, "Why are you here?"

Jing Che was stunned for a moment, and then he recovered and replied, "...seeing you running away alone, I can't rest assured... so I'll come and take a look...these, look It looks like a trick to kill..."

"You don't have to learn this." Yunlang said flatly, "Although the hurting moves look powerful, but in many cases, they hurt one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-harms. What I have taught you is enough to ensure that you will not be bullied casually by others."

"Brother Yun taught Jing Che, of course it's good." Jing Che looked at Yun Lang with a peaceful face in front of him, and the man who just practiced sword, as if they were two people.

Yun Lang is always preoccupied, and he always pauses in the middle of many words.Jing Che knew it, he had something on his mind.

I really want to know more about him.

*****

Today, Jing Che woke up early.

As soon as he got dressed, he ran to Yunlang's room, "Brother Yun, brother Yun, there is a rally in the city today, let's go to the fair and buy something for the family."

Yun Lang happened to be meditating on the bed to adjust his breath, he opened his eyes and responded slightly.

When he left, he took a bamboo hat and covered his head.

His identity is a killer, although he doesn't often do activities here, it's better not to bring unnecessary troubles to Jingche's family.

Jing Che's house is on the outskirts of the city, and it was already mid-morning when the two arrived in Taicheng.

Taicheng is on a plain at the foot of Mount Tai. Although the people are not as rich as the capital, they are self-sufficient and live and work in peace and contentment.

This is the last market before winter, and the weather is neither too hot nor too cold, so many people come to the market.

Jing Che pulled Yun Lang back and forth among the bustling crowd.

"Brother Yun, have you seen anything you like?"

Yun Lang was silent for a while, and after thinking about it seriously, he realized that he really didn't seem to like anything.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jing Che deliberately teased him, "I think that peach blossom powder is not bad, only peach blossom powder can match Brother Yun's beauty."

"I think you are looking for a fight." After getting along for a long time, Yun Lang sometimes joked with Jing Che, "You should wait until you find a beautiful wife, and then look for things like peach blossom powder."

Jing Che pursed his lips, and muttered in a low voice, "I don't want a daughter-in-law, I just want Brother Yun..."

A burst of gongs interrupted the conversation between the two, and attracted the attention of everyone in the market.

At the center of the rally, a large stage was set up at some point. Two young women dressed in colorful satin were playing instrumental music on the stage, waving their sleeves and singing melodious tunes.

Yun Lang's eyes blurred for a moment, as if he had returned to Yun Yu Xuan, as if he saw the scene at that time.At that time, the two of them were sitting in the elegant seats under the stage, sipping clear water tea, kneading melon seeds, whispering, and making a joke or two from time to time.

No matter how busy the crowd was, Yunlang just stood there blankly, staring at the stage, but his eyes were loose, and he didn't know what he was looking at. Jing Che called Yunlang several times in a row, but he ignored it.

"Brother Yun!" Jing Che tugged Yun Lang's sleeve vigorously.

A play had already been sung, and Yun Lang finally came back to his senses.

"...What...what's the matter?" He forced a smile on his face, responding to Jing Che pretending to be calm.

"Brother Yun, you seem to have lost your soul just now."

"Oh." Yunlang looked away, "I just think of an old friend."

The rest of the journey, from daytime to sunset, from bustling crowds to sparse, Yunlang was silent.

Both of them walked in tandem without saying a word.

Jing Che, who had been walking in front, suddenly stopped, turned around and raised his head, looking at Yun Lang seriously.

Yun Lang almost bumped into him face to face, but fortunately he stopped in time.

"Brother Yun, you have something on your mind, why can't you tell Jing Che?"

Jing Che said this, but said in his heart, do you know how much I care about you?

Yunlang couldn't let himself forget, his mind was full of the shadow of that person, it enveloped Yunlang like a puff of smoke, the more he wanted to disperse, the more unscrupulous it spread.

Pain, annoyance, disgust, and hatred were intertwined in his heart, trying to drag his heart into the bottomless abyss...

Yunlang eagerly wanted to get rid of this feeling.

He looked over Jing Che's shoulder and glanced at a tavern on the opposite side of the road.

"Jing Che, do you know how to drink?"

As he spoke, he passed Jing Che and walked straight towards the tavern.

Yun Lang sat down at one side of the small square table, ordered two jars of wine, Jing Che sat opposite him, and gave him a worried look.

Brother Yun doesn't look like someone who can drink...

The young man brought up the wine jar and bowl diligently, put the bowl in front of the two of them, and left.

It would be a lie to say that there were no sweet memories in that shadow, but those have now turned into sharp knives, all piercing Yunlang's heart, causing him pain.

Yun Lang eagerly filled a bowl of wine, raised his head, and poured it all down his throat.

The burning sensation in the throat of the spirits replaced the tingling sensation in the heart, which was much more bearable.

"Drinking like this will hurt your body. How long have you been hurt?" Seeing Yunlang down three bowls, Jing Che couldn't help but speak to stop him.

"Those injuries are bearable, are you still afraid of such a small injury?" Yun Lang said and poured another bowl.

Jing Che doesn't know what's wrong with him, he always keeps things in his heart, maybe...he will feel better this way.

Jing Che also poured a bowl, "In this case, Jing Che will accompany Brother Yun."

"I remember, in the past, you always had a Jingchen pie..."

Jing Che didn't know why he suddenly mentioned these three words today, and said, "I saw that Brother Yun was unhappy about mentioning it, so I stopped mentioning it."

"It's okay." Yunlang waved his hand, "Let's talk about it today, how much do you know about the Jingchen sect?"

"Jing Che naturally knows some of the things that are being talked about in the Jianghu. The Jingchen School is famous all over the world, and it is a place that everyone yearns for in the Jianghu. People in the school rarely show up and are very mysterious. The head of the sect, Chen Lang, is even more martial arts Unpredictable. However, it is rumored that the heir to the head of the Jingchen School, that is, the second son of the Jingchen School, Chen Feng, is suave and suave, as his name suggests, coming and going like a breeze, and his whereabouts are uncertain." Yun Lang took a sip of the wine in the bowl , sticking out her tongue hotly, "I heard these nympho girls when I entered the city, I don't know if it's true or not..."

boom--

Yun Lang's wine bowl was placed heavily on the table, and he smiled contemptuously, "Chen Feng..."

"Brother Yun, do you know him?"

"I know it, of course I know it, but it's too late... The way I was before is thanks to him."

"You two... do you have any enmity?" Jing Che asked tentatively.

Yunlang didn't drink very well, and drank in a hurry, and the strength of the wine rose very quickly. After nearly ten bowls of wine, his consciousness had become chaotic, and he couldn't keep his chatterbox shut.

"He betrayed me." Yunlang stared blankly at the wine bowl and said expressionlessly, "He's a liar!"

A tear fell silently into the wine bowl.

As if trying to cover up, Yun Lang raised his head again and drank the bowl in one gulp.

"Brother Yun..." Jing Che stood up, walked to Yun Lang, grabbed the bowl in his hand, and gently pressed his arm, "Stop drinking..."

Yunlang raised his head, his eyes were blurry.Jing Che was wearing a blue suit today, and Yun Lang only felt that he was in front of him the boy in the blue long gown when he met Yuexia for the first time, his eyes got wet all of a sudden, he grabbed Jing Che's arm and kept shaking it, " Why did you lie to me? Chen Feng... Are those all fake? Is everything fake? Is it all a means to get close to me..."

Jing Che froze on the spot, very surprised to hear it, but didn't know how to react.

Thinking in his heart, it turns out that the second son of the Jingchen faction and brother Yun are... this kind of relationship?

"I trust you so much...you tell me why..." The grievance, resentment, and unwillingness that had been suppressed in my heart for several months seemed to have finally found a vent, and Yunlang's tears couldn't stop It kept pouring out, crying like a child, "Why are you doing this to me..."

Seeing Yunlang's collapse, Jing Che's heart also tugged. He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say. His heart ached and he panicked to death.

Passers-by on the street looked sideways at them, Jing Che changed his position, turned his back to the street, and blocked Yun Lang in front of him, "Brother Yun, you are drunk, shall we go home?"

"Home?" Yunlang stared blankly at him, thinking for a while, "I don't have a home, what is a home..."

"Home, it's just..." Jing Che saw that his mood had stabilized a little, and gently hugged him with his arms, "There are delicious meals cooked by mother, there are warm stone kangs, and there are cool ones. Brother Yun, the cold Brother Yun, the gentle Brother Yun, the smiling Brother Yun, all kinds of Brother Yun..."

Yunlang leaned against him, and felt that his heart was not so cold anymore. All the pictures in front of him were when he was a child. He got into trouble, his father chased him and beat him, he ran around the yard laughing and joking; Looking at his little face, singing nursery rhymes, coaxing him to drink medicine; catching butterflies and playing games with the servants, it was a joy...

He is also a child, and he was once innocent and happy, but the price of innocence and happiness is too expensive...

Yun Lang closed his eyes, "Go home, I'm homesick..."

It's been a long, long time since I've been home...

"Come on." Jing Che helped Yun Lang up, "Let's go, we're going home."