After the Master's reinstatement

The rising dawn cut through the night like a blunt knife, and it was almost dawn when he returned to his room, only to find that the young man's storybook had been overturned and fell on the edge of the charcoal stove by the bed, half of it was about to burn. Gone.

He picked it up and wiped it casually a few times, but it became more and more dirty, and finally he couldn't even read the words clearly.

Forget it, it's just a book, and it's not some peerless martial art, so no one will take it if you throw it on the road.

The reasoning is true, but when I think of Shang Yingqiu's almost ridiculous preciousness when he took out the box that day, this hand is inexplicably a little bit hard to put down.

At first he thought that Shang Yingqiu was playing tricks, but he didn't expect that he really knew how to recite it backwards. He later compared it secretly, and even if it was interrupted in the middle, the young man was able to connect without any gaps and speak word for word. Don't fall, how many times do you have to watch it to do this?

He bestowed countless gold, silver and jewels, but he had never seen anyone cherish them like this.

There is no way, people always do some stupid things and take some detours when they are young.

Cultivation needs to maintain a child's body, but such a large estate needs someone to inherit it, so he is not the biological flesh and blood of the previous palace lord Yu Beilin.

Yu Yan used to think that he would become the Young Master because of his extraordinary aptitude and being cautious and sensible.

Until one time, he learned from the elders that his biological mother was originally Yu Beilin's childhood sweetheart and was appointed as the next protector, but his mother hated life in the mountains. They eloped, and soon after he was born, he was hunted down by the enemy. Before he died, he asked someone to send him back to Mount Buzhou for protection.

Looking at it this way, Yu Beilin is nostalgic.

Although he was not close to him, he was blameless in other respects. He was given money, rights, and martial arts that everyone in the martial arts could not dream of, and in the end, he handed over Buzhou Palace to him without reservation. What else could he complain about?

Later, he went to visit the other party - at that time, the adoptive father had retired to marry a wife, and the treasured sword was still young for three years, and he remembered that it was his birthday, and he won the three swordsmen of Guanzhong with three enemies in a row, which should have been a matter of double happiness. , but after all, he was stabbed a few times in the middle of the game, so it's not too good to win.

But he was used to doing perfect things in front of his elders. No matter how reluctant he was outside, he didn't want to be seen as embarrassed. He wrapped the wound tightly with several layers of gauze to block the hole, and after a little care, he went up the mountain alone.

The moonlight was very good that night, and there was still a smell of meat, vegetables and wine in the air. He was injured and couldn't use light work, so he walked in the snow step by step towards the courtyard with lights on.

"Father, drive, drive!"

It didn't come at the right time, it seemed that he had just finished his meal, and through the fences, Yu Yan saw the man that everyone feared in the past was kneeling on the ground, teasing the children on his back with funny and strange movements, whatever Let them bark their teeth and claws unscrupulously on it.

"Okay, okay, don't leave them alone, go into the house quickly."

When the wind picked up, a woman came out with two thick cloaks on her hands, took her son from the man's arms, and chattered: "By the way, is it your eldest son's birthday today? We don't need Have something ready?"

"Really?" Father also got up, and every time he said a word, the cold breath came out of his mouth, intertwined into a dense net.

"I don't really remember, you can ask tomorrow, if so, just make up for it."

The air is very clear, the laughter in the small courtyard spreads far away, the continuous laughter is so frivolous and cheap, and his father has never shown his face to him in the past, not even a smile, even if he practiced every move To perfection and perfection, the other party just nods his head as usual, and will never praise him for it.

No matter how fast you practice, no matter how many enemies you defeat, no matter how much glory you win for the sect, it is useless——

Opposite the yard, that is a place that cannot be reached by "hard work".

But it’s okay, everyone has their own family, Buzhou Palace has changed its name and owner, and he also has godsons, raising so many, eating and drinking for offerings, there will always be someone who will understand his painstaking efforts, and will be filial to him in the future.

The palace where the adopted sons live is on the west side of his bedroom, named Qifeng Hall, which is second only to his main hall in terms of magnificence.

Seeing him suddenly appear, the guards guarding the door were about to report, Yu Yan raised his hand to tell them to back off.

It was full of melancholy and sighed.

"Is godfather coming back tomorrow? It's so annoying. Whenever I think of seeing him, I feel so scared that I have nightmares."

The one who spoke was Yu Yan's most admired child, Atang, who hadn't officially given his life yet, but he was usually sweet-mouthed and sensible. Yu Yan thought about it for a while, and officially taught him the exercises.

"Yes, but you are different from us." The other children booed: "Didn't godfather appreciate you the most?"

The young man sneered: "What kind of appreciation? Companion to a king is like a tiger. How do you know my difficulties?"

They were all young people's whispers in bed, he had no intention of spying on them, but his hearing was too good to be a troublesome thing, and later the elders asked him why he was dismissed, there were still some good seedlings picked out here, and it would be okay to accept him as a disciple of the hidden guard, But he just didn't agree, he gave enough money, didn't want anyone, and sent them all away.

Anyway, it's all fake, so why keep it, are you deceiving yourself?

From that moment on, Yu Yan really understood a truth.

"Likable" is just the shackles that control you and blackmail you. True love is never something you ask for.

The charcoal basin was on fire again, but Yu Yan didn't feel how warm the room was, and the ribs that had been pierced by the hole in the past began to ache again. Fortunately, he threw away the book and was out of sight.

Shang Yingqiu's future should be bright, and he should not be bound by this trivial gift, and this rags is not worthy of other people's solemnity.

The crackling of the charcoal fire immediately increased a lot.

Since you are destined to leave, why keep unnecessary memories.

Those superfluous pity and intolerance are as deep as the quagmire, and it is just right to burn them.

This was the last lesson he taught Shang Yingqiu.