A gentleman riding a red dust smile

Song Lingshuang stood in front of the Huajialing mausoleum guards.This is his fifth time here.In the past few days, he came here to check every day, and then went back to study carefully. Today, he finally has the confidence to break the formation.

He did not start to break the formation immediately today, but carefully confirmed the structure of the formation again to ensure that his thinking was correct.

He found the location of the key, took a deep breath, raised his right hand lightly, and was about to mobilize his spiritual power, when suddenly a white sleeve stretched out from behind, and a hand with distinct knuckles grabbed his wrist.

Song Lingshuang was startled, and his vigilance suddenly rose.Now that he has entered the eighth realm, although he did focus on dismantling the formation just now and was negligent, there are only a handful of people in Chizhou who can approach him so silently.He instinctively wanted to fight back, but when he heard the other party's voice, the spiritual power that had just surged disappeared in an instant.

"This formation can't be broken casually." His voice was as non-aggressive as his movements.Unfamiliar warmth, but a familiar voice.

Song Lingshuang froze.

Before he could speak, the other party was also stunned.He recognized the dark red bracelet on Song Lingshuang's right hand.

As long as the bracelet is filled with spiritual power, it will turn into a long whip. It was made by him and given to that person by himself.How could he not recognize it?

"Song...Ye?" Changsun Jue looked stunned, and there was a trace of tension in his voice that no one else could detect.

Song Lingshuang turned around, raised her head, and in front of her eyes was the face that had appeared in her dreams countless times.The person he thought he would never see again stood in front of him.That face was still handsome after ten years, but it was a little less cold and more gentle.

Changsun Jue looked at Song Lingshuang absently.Song Lingshuang's pupils were not dark, and even looked a little like amber in the sun.It was these eyes that were full of vigor back then, and they are also the eyes that are quiet and deep now.His hand was still on Song Lingshuang's right wrist, not only did not let go, but it became tighter and tighter.

Song Lingshuang forcibly suppressed his shock and lowered his eyes for a while, not daring to look at him.

Song Lingshuang: "I..." What am I, am I not me?He scolded himself a thousand times in his heart.

Changsun Jue's voice sounded like he was dreaming, with some hesitation, "Song Ye, is that you?"

Song Lingshuang could feel Changsun Jue's hand shaking slightly.But what Song Lingshuang didn't know was that not only Changsun Jue's hands were shaking, but his whole body was shaking, his blood and heart were shaking too.Although in the eyes of outsiders, he is still the Yimingjun who is shaken by the earth and the mountains are shaken by eight winds.

If Song Lingshuang looked up at this moment, he would find that Changsun Jue was looking at him so cautiously, as if the person in front of him would disappear if he was a little careless.

But Song Lingshuang couldn't notice anything except the trembling of his hands.Even that trembling, in Song Lingshuang's view, was just Changsun Jue's anger.

Yeah, how could he not be angry.

ten years.He disappeared for a full ten years, and to Changsun Jue, he was dead for a full ten years.

He is alone in his family and has no worries, but he is only ashamed of Mrs. Shuang and his eldest grandson Jue.One risked his sect's reputation to preserve him, and the other risked his life to clear his grievances and return his innocence.But he left without saying a word, letting them think he was dead for ten years.If it wasn't for the accidental accident that met Changsun Jue here, I'm afraid he would never appear in front of them again in his life.

To put it bluntly, he is a white-eyed wolf!I don't know what is good or bad!treachery!

If it was the eldest grandson Jue back then, Jun Xiao would have been out of the sheath long ago.Now he just hurt his hand. It seems that his temper has improved a lot over the years.Song Lingshuang couldn't help sighing inappropriately, then withdrew his hand in embarrassment, took a few steps back, closed his eyes, and lowered his head, waiting for Changsun Jue's scolding.

Changsun Jue was silent in front of him for a long time, but Song Lingshuang and others' explosion did not come after all.

Song Lingshuang heard him ask: "Song Ye? Is it really you?"

He asked lightly, but Song Lingshuang's heart was heavy.

Song Lingshuang nodded. He could feel Changsun Jue's gaze, but he still didn't dare to look up.

Changsun Jue breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and then said softly, "That's it, very good."

This time Song Lingshuang finally looked over, he thought he heard it wrong, what is "so good"?

No cursing, no sarcasm, not even a question... just a "is that nice?"

The phrase "so good" made him a little flustered.He didn't get a good look at Chang Sun Jue until now.

The person in front of him was still in plain white clothes, but the white clothes were embroidered with dark patterns with silver thread, showing a bit of nobility in the elegance.The man in front of him has lost his youthful appearance, and his figure is more slender, already much taller than himself.His already distinct outline is even more skinny, and his formerly cold temperament has precipitated a gentle and steady.Long ink-like hair hangs down the front and back of the shoulders, and only a small bundle between the temples is pulled back, adding a bit of softness to the whole person.

In the man's dark and bright eyes, he reflected his helpless self.Song Lingshuang thought, he is still so good-looking.No, he looks better.

"You... aren't angry?" Song Lingshuang asked.

Changsun Jue looked at him with gentler eyes than before, "Why should I be angry?"

Song Lingshuang was already very uncomfortable with Changsun Jue, who had no ice in his eyes, and there was still a smile on his face at this moment.

Is this person in front of him really the Changsun Jue he knows?That A Jue who loses his temper every now and then?

Song Lingshuang hesitated: "Because...because..." Even he couldn't continue.

Because I was never heard from again, because I lied to you that I was dead.

In the end, he was a little shattered, "I heard that you looked for me, but I..." Everyone knew that Changsun Jue was looking for a dead person after leaving the customs, how could Song Lingshuang not know.

Changsun Jue was silent for a moment.Song Lingshuang thought that he was going to get angry after finally recollecting it, but he just sighed softly when he didn't want the other party, "I'm looking for you because I want to see you. You avoid seeing me because you don't want to see me." With a wry smile, "Why should I blame you?"

His tone was so gentle, but every word he said was like a knife, piercing Song Lingshuang's heart, the pain made him feel ashamed, and the pain made him blurt out: "No!"

"It's not what?" Changsun Jue looked at him seriously and asked.

Song Lingshuang lowered his head again, and murmured: "No..." The words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak.What can he say?Is it because I don’t want to see you, or because I dare not see you?

Why is he making excuses?

A gleam of light flickered in Changsun Jue's eyes, but it went out in an instant.

He lowered his eyes and said slowly: "It's good that you live."

Song Lingshuang was silent for a moment, and said, "Ms. Madam, is she alright?"

Changsun Jue: "She is very good. Most of the time, she is the old man who handles the affairs of the door."

Song Lingshuang smiled wryly in his heart.He felt that he was not even qualified to say hello.

Who made her orphan and widow?And who made her work so hard at her age?If not for myself...

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth slightly: "I..." He wanted to apologize, but he didn't know how to say it.

"I know." Changsun Jue said warmly, "It's okay. I didn't blame you. My mother wouldn't blame you either." He looked at him, hoping that he could look at himself, but Song Lingshuang lowered his head again.

The two were silent for a while.Song Lingshuang was about to find an excuse to escape, but Changsun Jue suddenly turned around and left.

This move was too unexpected for Song Lingshuang, and he suddenly panicked.

Why did he leave?

One step, two steps, three steps... ten steps.

The white back is getting further and further away.

Every time Changsun Jue took a step, Song Lingshuang felt as if heaven and man had been at war for a century.But why did that person walk so fast, as if he would disappear from his life in the next moment.

If they hadn't met, maybe this life would be safe and sound.

But once they met, Song Lingshuang discovered that the past he thought he could let go of, the fetters he thought time could dilute, and the feelings he thought he had buried tightly, never disappeared from the beginning to the end...

Guilt, fear and panic welled up in Song Lingshuang's mind.He was afraid, afraid that if Changsun Jue left like this, they would really be apart for the rest of their lives.In that case, wouldn't he not even have the last bit of extravagant hope in his dream?

The world of mortals suddenly appeared, wrapping around Chang Sun Jue's wrist.

But as soon as he took the shot, Song Lingshuang regretted it.

Obviously he lost him first, or on purpose, what reason does he have, and what face does he have to keep him?

Changsun Jue glanced at the red dust on his wrist and stopped.He looked back at Song Lingshuang without speaking.

Song Lingshuang saw too much in his eyes, but he didn't see the coldness he was familiar with.Those ices melted in the ten years that he didn't know, turning into a pool of spring water and a starry sky, which made him unable to move his eyes away.

He sighed in his heart, Song Lingshuang, Song Lingshuang, it's this time, what face do you need?

He walked up to Changsun Jue dejectedly, let go of Hongchen, and stretched out his hand to hold him back.

His hands are still so cold, Song Lingshuang thought to himself.

He looked up at those familiar eyes, at the face he cared about day and night.

He thought, if he didn't say it now, he would never have another chance in this life.So he said it.

"I don't want to see you. I miss you very much."

The author has something to say:

Finally going to counterattack~

Brother Wuli, come on!