The warm sun of the invincible east

March in the south of the Yangtze River is extremely beautiful, but in the eyes of Dongfang Bubai, these prosperity have nothing to do with beauty. What is the difference between beautiful and not beautiful scenery without vitality?

Occasionally, the singing of actors on the boat came from the river, and Dongfang Bubai looked at the sparkling lake, with a trace of tiredness and sadness hidden in his eyes.

"Master," a person hurriedly chased after them, walked up to Dongfang Bubai and said in a low voice, "Master, Fuwei Escort Bureau was destroyed yesterday."

"Fuwei Escort?" Dongfang Bubai frowned slightly, as if he wasn't surprised. Over the past few years, Fuwei Escort has always had troubles, and it was only a matter of time before they were wiped out.If it wasn't for Fuwei Escort, how could Yang Lian go to Jiangnan, and finally...

He no longer wants to know how Yang Lian knew that Ren Woxing was imprisoned at the bottom of the West Lake, nor how he killed Ren Woxing. Now that more than three years have passed, he just wants to know whether this person is alive.Sometimes he would think that maybe one day, on the streets of Jiangnan, Yang Lian would be dressed in white and smile at him as usual.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Dongfang said indifferently, "If you destroy the family, you will destroy the family. A small bodyguard agency, what does life and death have to do with us?" But the things Songshan School and Huashan School did are extremely disgusting.What happened more than three years ago, could it be that they have no part?

The accompanying people knew that the leader hated Songshan, Huashan and Qingcheng sects in recent years, and he didn't like Fuwei Escort, but seeing the coldness in his eyes still made their hearts tremble.

After walking for another distance, I suddenly saw a small stall by the side of the road. A silver-haired old man was sitting on the stall, stroking his beard with a mysterious look, and there was a word "Gua" hanging beside him.

The white-haired old man saw that Dongfang and his party were well-dressed, his eyes lit up, and when they passed by his stall, he said slowly, "This young man in red will definitely have a happy event today."

happy event?Dongfang Bubai paused, looked sideways at the silver-haired old man, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "Why do you say that?"

"My son is dressed in red, which means auspiciousness. In addition to the smooth wind and water today, you will be lucky today, and good things will happen." The silver-haired old man squinted his eyes and said, "Today is the auspicious day of your marriage."

An auspicious day?Dongfang Bubai looked at the nonsense old man, and for some reason remembered that Yang Lian had said his name to him, and his face turned cold. If these words were true, how could Yang Lian disappear for so many years, and his life and death were uncertain.

Tong Baixiong Dongfang Bubai's face was gloomy and cold, he stepped forward and said to the old man with a frown, "You old man, what are you talking about." Then, he threw some pieces of silver on the table, "Don't talk nonsense, go away quickly," If the leader is not happy, the old man is afraid that he will die in the next moment.

The old man was not afraid of Tong Baixiong's vicious voice, and after putting the silver into his purse, he said slowly, "Young master, don't believe my little old man's words, today you will meet the person you like." Dongfang Bubai glanced at the old man, Lowering his eyelids slightly, "Go."

Sang Sanniang and Tong Baixiong exchanged glances, followed without saying a word.

A small painting boat docked at this time, and the man in white clothes sitting in the cabin took his baggage and walked out of the painting boat. What he saw when he looked up was the bluestone path and weeping willows by the lake, which were obviously things that could be seen everywhere. But I feel very kind.

"Yang Jun, are you really going to find your lover?" A woman in a kimono holding a fan to cover her face followed out of the cabin, looking at the man in white with reluctance, "As long as you are willing to stay, my lord father I can give you everything you want."

The man in white just smiled when he heard the words, "Without a lover, everything is nothing. Miss Uemura, Mr. Yang has been thanking Lingtang for saving his life. If it weren't for Master Uemura, I would have died in the belly of fish and shrimp."

Hearing what he said, Shangcun no longer wanted to keep him, but just bowed slightly, "Jun Yang's work for Shangcun's family in the past three years has repaid the kindness of this little effort. No matter what happens, the door of Shangcun's family will always be open for you, Mr. Yang." After saying this, the boat had landed, and she watched the man in white jump off the boat without even staying for a moment. She smiled, "Mr. Yang, please take care." Looking at the building of Chao, he took a deep breath. After three years, he was finally able to return to Dongfang.

The painted boats slowly left the shore, one heading south and one heading north.

Yang Lian didn't think that he really fell off the cliff and survived, but when he woke up, he found himself lying in the cabin, and it had been more than ten days of sailing away from Jiangnan.

The person who rescued him was a businessman from Fusang. Although the Ming Dynasty had strict requirements for doing business with foreign countries, some coastal countries still came to do business in the Ming Dynasty. This Uemura Ichiro was a businessman from Fusang. Fusang actually lay on the bed for several months.

In the past three years, he helped Shangcun's family in business, and finally repaid his life-saving grace. Now that he returned to the Ming Dynasty, he felt unreal.

Is he really stepping on the land with the east, not the island country?

"My lord, buy some flowers. You can throw flowers for the girl you like at the Bai Hua Banquet this afternoon." A girl dressed in coarse cloth walked up to Yang Lian with a basket, her black and white eyes wide open. Looking at Yang Lian, his eyes were full of longing.

The baskets were nothing more than some common flowers, Yang Lian didn't know what to throw flowers for, but seeing the little girl was not easy, so he gave the girl some broken silver, "Take it, I don't want flowers."

Unexpectedly, the girl took the broken silver, put the basket into Yang Lian's hand, turned around and ran into the crowd, as if she was afraid that Yang Lian would regret it.

Looking at the things in his hand with a wry smile, what is he a big man carrying this for?I looked around, and when I saw a certain place, my eyes seemed to be frozen, and I even lost the strength to blink.

When you love someone, even if there is such a crowd around him, you can still find him in the crowd at a glance. Others are meaningless gray in your eyes, and that person is the most beautiful and the only one in the world color.

Yang Lian stared blankly at the man in red. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight in the past three years. I don't know if he ate well, slept well, was there...another person by his side?

At this moment, all the thoughts in his belly were drowned in his choked throat. Yang Lian felt that if he called out the two words that he had silently recited in his heart for thousands of times, his eyes would turn red with hopeless eyes.

Seeing that Dongfang Bubai was about to disappear around the corner, his throat tightened, "Dongfang..." He clearly wanted to catch up, but he couldn't even move his feet.

East…

Dongfang Bubai's footsteps froze, this illusion followed every day, but it was never as strong as today, he looked sideways, and saw the man in white standing under the willow tree by the West Lake, as if he was stupid.The four eyes meet, and one glance is the longing for many years.

"Master?!" Sang Sanniang looked at the empty front in surprise, what made the leader use such light skills? !She looked back and was stunned for a moment, seeing the man in white and the leader embracing by the lakeside where people come and go, after a long time, she suddenly felt relieved.

The words that the leader once said came to mind again, "He is not dead, I am waiting for him to fulfill his promise."

Afterwards, no one mentioned Yang Lian anymore, and no one dared to enter the leader's room at will. The leader seemed to have changed a lot, but nothing seemed to have changed.Perhaps, for the people in the church, it is just that there is one less manager, and there is not much difference from the past.

Some people forgot the name of Yang Lian, some dared not mention it, and some did not want to mention it. Sang Sanniang heard that the lights in the leader’s courtyard were going off later each night, and that the cult was growing stronger day by day, but she knew in her heart that if You can choose, maybe the leader would rather have Yang Lian by his side than the famous Sun Moon God Sect.

"Dongfang," the flower basket in his hand fell to the ground, and there were flowers all over the ground, but Yang Lian didn't care about these, and stretched out his arms to hug the surprised and unbelievable man in red in front of him, "Dongfang, Dongfang..."

Dongfang hugged him tightly, not letting the two of them show any gaps. Hearing whispers in his ears, he said after a long time, "It's been three years and five months."

"Ah."

"Four years have passed."

"Well," the tone trembled slightly.

"You owe me a lot of monthly salary."

"Dongfang..." It's not that the man doesn't cry, it's just that he doesn't feel deeply in love.Warm tears fell on Dongfang's neck, and Dongfang hugged her tightly, "I will lock you up in the future, even if you die, you will die before my eyes." It was a very strict word, but "death" In Dongfang's mouth, there was a slight trill, revealing the worry and panic in his heart.

Yang Lian closed his eyes and smelled the familiar fragrance of Dongfang, "Never again, never again." The longing for more than three years made him unable to sleep peacefully every day, and every time he closed his eyes, he would think of Dongfang Will not encounter bad things, will anyone find trouble with Dongfang.And since he entered the Daming Realm, he has never slept soundly. The joy of wanting to see Dongfang is like a drug that makes people unstoppable. Even if his body is extremely tired, he can't fall asleep when he closes his eyes.

Now the tense spirit was embracing Dongfang for a moment, and finally relaxed.Leaning on Dongfang's shoulder, he said softly, "Dongfang, I'm sleepy."

When falling into darkness, the surroundings are no longer cold and panic, but warm embraces.

This is the East, so it doesn't matter if you fall asleep like this.

Dongfang looked at the person who fell asleep on his shoulder, panicked, put his arm on his wrist, and found that it was just overwork, Fang heaved a sigh of relief, turned to look at Tong Baixiong and others standing not far away, "Get ready immediately Painting boats."

Surrounding the person who has fallen asleep, his eyes are firmer than ever. If the ending of letting go is like this, it is better to lock you firmly by his side.