After the Master's reinstatement

Yu Yanchu thought he had heard wrong.

This is not surprising, the kid has recently changed his teeth and his speech is easy to leak, so it sounds vague, but the second time, the kid still insisted on saying the name.

"Ying Qiu, I want this." I don't want anything else.

For the first time, the child was a little apprehensive.

Because Mu Chun's expression suddenly became very strange, the flesh from the brow bone to the cheek almost twitched a few times, all the blood on his face disappeared, and the white became translucent, as if he would not be able to hold it any longer.

Then, he heard Mu Chun say in a strange tone that he had never seen before: "Yihan, you said you want to be called Ying Qiu?"

Yes, no way.

Can't this name be given to him? The child gritted his teeth secretly and did not plead.

It's better to ask for someone than to fight for it by yourself, even if Mu Chun disagrees, he still wants to call this.

Under the dark and paranoid eyes of the child, Yu Yan's heart paused for a moment.

...Ying Qiu, how could it be, how could it be this name.

Trapped here, he had thought of countless possibilities, but this was the only one he had never thought of.

His thoughts were so blank that he was numb, Yu Yan put his hands on the child's shoulders, trying to calm himself down.

He stretched out his hand, and wiped away the thick layer of ointment little by little with the force that seemed to wipe away the dust of treasures. The more he wiped, the slower his hand was.

He heard the trembling in his heart become more intense, the sound was so loud that it was about to burst out of his chest.

The child didn't understand this sudden cautiousness, and tilted his head suspiciously.

There are herbs produced in the mountains. On weekdays, he trains the children to go hunting, and he goes to collect the herbs and mix them up to make plasters. After many days of conditioning, the sores on the children's faces have basically disappeared, and the skin that was originally thin and shriveled is also visible to the naked eye. Fill up.

The foggy air brought out by the child's breathing became a pair of invisible big hands, tightly strangling his throat.Yu Yan's fingers were trembling, he couldn't breathe, tears came out of his eyes first.

When the mist dispersed, the first thing to reveal its true face was the chin and lips.

Next is the bridge of the nose and forehead.

Then he saw his own miracle.

……

That night, Yu Yan looked at the sleeping face of his godson, he was still a little bit slowed down, he was in a daze, unconsciously staring at him all night.

Before the winter, he found a cave and moved all the tattered belongings in the shed in. Anyway, he is short-handed and short-footed now, and the two little people are wrapped in the shabby quilt together, which can barely protect them from the cold.

Outside the cave, the fine and thin snow made the night look soft and clear.

The cold air surged around, and the child fell asleep with his face pillowed on his lap, in a relaxed sleeping position, motionless, but the newly grown skin was tender and could not stand the pressure, and one side turned red after a long time of pressure .

In fact, Yu Yan's legs were also numb, but he didn't want to disturb his son's sleep, so he just maintained a motionless posture.

No wonder he couldn't get out of this mountain, because this is not the present, but the past.

To be precise, it is the early winter of the 12th year of Dehua. At this time, Buzhou Palace has not broken through the Duantian Gate, and he has not yet brought Shang Yingqiu into the palace.

It was that beam of light that brought him to his godson.

Yu Yan thought about it calmly, and felt that the so-called reshaping of karma in the Wu Clan priests probably referred to this.

If this is the case, it is not difficult to understand why Wu Lan has been pursuing this seemingly far-fetched dream all his life.

Now, the light white moonlight is shining on the other side of the child's face, like a layer of hoarfrost on the fresh and tender persimmons.

His fingertips lightly scraped the layer of frost, and the child felt his intimate warmth, and rubbed his cheek again like a small animal.

Yu Yan was engrossed in watching, and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth. It turned out that his godson was like this before he came to Buzhou Palace.

A small lump, nothing but dirty and miserable.

The bridge of the nose has been straight since childhood, with beautiful contours and clean lines.

The grown-up godson is patient and polite to people, especially good at taking care of others, and nothing can trouble him, but the current godson is stubborn and sloppy, just teaching him how to eat after hunting and eating. Yu Yan has taught him many times about wiping his hands.

...It was later discovered that the child is not forgetful at all, he just likes someone to wipe his hands for him.

Careful machine is also very good.

If there is an audience, Yu Yan can speak without repetition for three days and three nights without panting, but unfortunately there is no one now, those surging and excessively sweet words can only rot in his heart with the night.

The more rotten the softer, the muddy feet are deep.

This is his miracle, his Ying Qiu.

I got my wish and got a new name, a little thing—Shang Yingqiu did what he should do on the surface, but he was somewhat nervous in his heart.

He felt that he had snatched away the fairy's feather coat and kept Mu Chun's most important thing, so Mu Chun treated him like a different person.

It was also from that day that Yu Yan would never use the phrase "you will know when you grow up" to deal with all the questions he asked.

Because there is not much time left for Yu Yan.

When he got up this morning, he saw that the snow outside suddenly became heavier.

In the winter of Dehua's 12th year, Buzhou Palace will launch rounds of fierce attacks to truly defeat Duantianmen.

In the days that followed, he had to race against the clock.

Before winter, animals will accumulate food reserves for a long winter. Yu Yan feels that what he is doing now is the same. He needs to let his godson learn more and understand more before leaving.

He and his godson held hands, stepped on the soft snow with short legs, and went deep into the forest together.

On the way, Yu Yan silently compared the heights of the two. The godson now eats a lot of meat, and his stature has risen. He is more than half a head taller than him.

Thanks to the teachings of the masters in the Xuexue Hall, he still remembers the things he was forced to learn at the beginning.

Yu Yan has lived for 34 years, wishing to dig out everything he knows, even the flesh and blood, so that children can remember it all.

It seems that by learning a little more and knowing a little more, the road to being a son in the future will be a little less bumpy.

He dug up the snow, told Ying Qiu the medicinal properties of these herbs, and what kind of combination method to choose when suffering from different injuries. After that, he taught a set of moon-chasing sword skills.

Although this set of swordsmanship belongs to the entry-level swordsmanship, it is very suitable for small people. The moves are dexterous and gorgeous, and the lack of strength is filled with speed and agility.

Yu Yan waited eagerly, thinking that his godson would show adoring eyes: "How about it, do you understand? Do you want me to rehearse it again?"

Quickly say that you don't understand, quickly say that it is difficult, he is willing to teach over and over again until he understands.

But how could Shang Yingqiu make him work hard, the child has black and long eyelashes since he was a child, and he can look very obedient: "No, I remembered, is that so?"

After all, he did a full set of drills once, with both spirit and form, and basically made no mistakes.

Yu Yan: "..."

Back then, I had already learned very fast, and it took me almost seven or eight days to learn.

...my face hurts. IX, UY.

But no matter how much Shang Yingqiu learned and how fast he learned, Yu Yan couldn't let go of his heart.

It’s very contradictory. On the one hand, he dared to pat his chest and said that looking at the world, his godson must be the best among his peers, but even so, as long as he thinks that he will leave and his godson needs to deal with the world alone, this self-satisfaction is self-defeating. collapsed.

"Ying Qiu, you...do you still remember what happened to your mother before you were sent to the mountain?"

According to the information sent by the spies, Ying Qiu's mother was killed by Shen Tang.

He speculated and asked cautiously.Yu Yan was very afraid of mentioning this matter, it was the scar of his godson, and he didn't know whether Ying Qiu had seen Mrs. Shang's murder.

If it wasn't for the old housekeeper's secret help, throwing such a young child into the mountains would be a dead end.

But before taking revenge, he should seek the opinion of his godson.

Compared to Yu Yan's cautiousness, Shang Yingqiu was quite calm, and said without hesitation: "You don't have to worry about them, I don't hate them either."

People who are all dead, what do you want to do?Those annoying people are not worthy of letting Mu Chun do anything.

He has already solved it.

Hearing the child say this, Yu Yan's eyes became more worried.

What to do, the son is too kind, but kind children will suffer more than others in the future.

Especially when he went to Buzhou Palace, it was not uncommon for the children in Qifeng Hall to fight for his favor, crowding out and framing him.

The point is that when I was young, I had bad morals, lack of vision, arrogant and narrow-minded, blind and self-righteous, partial to listening and believing, and would not be good to my godson at all.

Thinking of the stupid things he did, Yu Yan wished he could beat him a hundred and eighty times to vent his anger.

No matter what, the day will come.

That day, Yu Yan clearly felt "myself" coming.

That feeling was very subtle, and it was a kind of spirituality. He led his godson to the place where he couldn't get out despite repeated attempts.

Sure enough, the day when he was able to leave the mountain was the day when Buzhou Palace broke through the Duantian Gate.

It's been 12 years in Dehua, and this year's winter came late, but it was extremely cold.

Large flakes of goose feather snow covered the roof. Looking around, the whole world was turned upside down, and everything was boundless.

The mansion was full of smoke, and the emerald banner symbolizing the palace was raised high, becoming a dazzling bright color, and under the banner, hundreds of dead men marched in line.

The sound of fighting swept over like waves, gold and iron horses, blood sprinkled with cold snow.

Yu Yan didn't care about that, he seemed to be deaf, and only focused on the immediate matter of fixing his godson's hair.

This matter is too difficult for him, his heart is restless, his hands are trembling, there will always be soft strands of hair slipping out of his palms, and finally tie it up, he put the strands in his hands—

It was a prayer bead that I bought at a high price in central Shu, and had been wearing on my hand but had no chance to give away for safety. I put it on my godson's trembling wrist.

From the moment he found out that he could go down the mountain, Shang Yingqiu's expression changed.

He was like a wild wolf who only found the enemy, his hair stood up instantly, his pupils shrank, and he didn't want to take another half step forward.

"Ying Qiu, I might have to leave."

Yu Yan hugged him instead, with his palms running along his godson's tense back. In order to let his godson feel at ease, he had to control himself.

He is a grown-up, and it is his responsibility to make parting less burdensome.

"Be good, someone will pick you up later, don't be afraid, he's not a bad person, he's just a little annoying."

He said the words that he had told countless times: "After you go up, study hard, don't care what other people say, maybe someone treats you badly, but it's okay, you have to remember that our Yingqiu is the world The smartest kids, those who say bad things about you, don't bother with them at all."

In the end, I can only repeatedly ask to eat on time and sleep well.

He can't always think that illness is a trivial matter. There is no such thing as a small matter in the body, and they are all big things. What he worries most is that his godson always doesn't know how to love himself.

"Ying Qiu, I may not be a very good adult in the future, it's very bad, and I may disappoint you, if—"

He said the name of his godson for the last time, and the next words seemed to be for himself.

"If after 13 years, you still want to see me, then go back to Buzhou Mountain, then we will definitely meet again. Of course, if you don't want to come, it doesn't matter. Really, do what you want...it's nothing, It's more important than your happiness."

Yu Yan thought about these words for a long time before deciding.

It's not that I didn't think about it, tell the other party everything that will happen in the future, and write down everything he knows now, so that if he can predict the future, he may be able to reduce a lot of unnecessary losses.

However, is it really good to rashly decide other people's lives?

What qualifications do I have to decide what Ying Qiu should and should not do in the future?

Such a life is too heavy, too heavy for him to do this.

Yu Yan lay her head on her godson's shoulder, the snow was heavy, but the sound of falling was very quiet, and she felt that her body was gradually melting along with the blood under her feet. It only needed the power of a snowflake, and she would disappear with it.

Making such a choice is really not in line with his past style.

The future is like a road, there are so many possibilities, his Ying Qiu has the right to choose the future he likes.

If there is no north-south road outside the door, the world should avoid the sorrow of parting.

At this time, someone at the end of the corridor in the atrium pointed at the direction where they were hiding and shouted: "Young master, there are still people hiding here!"

Shang Yingqiu immediately took out the small knife pinned to his waist, and looked out vigilantly: there were many people coming towards them, and he was going to hold Mu Chun's hand, but it was in vain.

He turned his head, but there was nothing behind him, only the heavy snow falling down from the sky.

"...Mu Chun?"

No one responded to him, only the light reflected from the snowdrifts hurt his eyes.

Just like the day my mother left me, it was all in the blink of an eye.

Without warning, Mu Chun disappeared.

After being dragged out by several men in black, Shang Yingqiu didn't even intend to try to break free, and stared blankly at the sky, trying to find the trace of Mu Chun's departure.

Suddenly, he saw a person——

Shang Yingqiu froze all over and couldn't move his eyes.

The person walking towards him looks... almost exactly the same as Mu Chun.

The young man was dressed luxuriously, and his already eye-catching face became even more radiant due to the blood stains. Up to now, Yu Yan has not had a good rest for three whole days. Young and sharp, he looked keenly at the snow field behind the child.

Strange, just now I thought there was an ambush here, but when I came here, Yu Yan clearly felt that there should be two people here.

Did you run away?never mind.

He propped up the child's chin lazily, and looked around.

"You are not from Duantianmen, so why did you appear here?"

Shang Yingqiu stared blankly, could this be Mu Chun's father?Was he the one who took Mu Chun away?

Is that what Mu Chun meant when he said we will see each other in the future?

"twilight--"

He almost said it, but he firmly remembered what Mu Chun reminded him.

Never mention him to anyone, including this young man in front of everyone.

Keeping the promise is the only thing he can do for the other party.

In this way, Shang Yingqiu was brought to Mount Buzhou and became one of Yu Yan's many adoptive sons.

After coming here for two or three years, he thought that he would see Mu Chun soon, but the strange thing was that no one in the palace had ever seen Mu Chun.

Yu Yan, that is, the man who is very similar to Mu Chun, Shang Yingqiu thinks that they are just similar in appearance, because Yu Yan's eyes are always very careless when looking at people, and his thoughts are wandering.

His eyes were like desert, without emotion or love.

But sometimes, when he was cleaning the yard, he accidentally saw the man gently returning the nestlings to the tree when no one was around.

At this time, the shadow of Mu Chun looms on the other party.

...I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out at all.

But would Mu Chun's father be so stupid that he couldn't even tell who the person who saved him was?

Being robbed of credit, Shang Yingqiu didn't even bother to explain, except for Mu Chun, he didn't bother to ask anyone for credit.

It's nothing to be exiled, anyway, there is no Muchun, so what's the difference between staying here and leaving here.

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