[Comprehensive] It's Frozen Jiao, not Jiao Fong

"Thank you uncle!"

Helping a crying child take down his kite hanging from a tree, Ji Guoyuan patted his head and handed him a candy.

During this period, sugar was a very precious thing, and non-noble warriors could not enjoy it. This was also a reward given to him by a businessman he inadvertently rescued, and there is not much left now.

He likes sweets, but he prefers to see the happy smiling faces of others when they eat sweets.

The child took it happily, with a happy smile on his face.

The child's mother was working in a nearby field. Seeing this scene, she ran over in a hurry, her body still covered with mud, grabbed the child's hand and knelt down, knocked her head on the ground, and apologized repeatedly.

The piece of candy fell to the ground because of this tugging, and it was covered with dust.

Her own child actually disturbed the samurai for such a trivial matter, and even asked him for something. The mother trembled, hugged the child in her arms, and begged the samurai not to be angry with her lips.

After all, these days, it's not uncommon for samurai to kill people. They don't need a reason, and they can easily take the lives of untouchables even just to try their swords.

The child was still confused, completely unaware of why his mother panicked, her eyes widened, she looked at the man helplessly, and then at the inedible candy on the ground, with tears rolling in her eyes.

Although this uncle looked expressionless, he was not fierce at all, much more kind than the wealthiest family in the village.

Ji Guoyuan opened his mouth, wanting to explain that he is not such a person, but just looked at his attire, but he usually doesn't like explaining these things, so he closed his head slightly and walked away silently.

The child behind him still wanted to thank him, but his mother covered his mouth and dragged him away.

The man didn't say much, he was used to this kind of thing, and when he encountered difficulties in the middle of the journey, he would silently help and then leave quietly.

The place he is going to is far away. In this world where long-distance journeys can only be made by ox carts, Ji Guoyuan even walks on two feet. From early autumn to early winter, the ground has already been covered with thick white snow. Going down, the snow covered my feet.

The man only had an extra cloak on his body, braved the wind and snow to advance, and finally arrived at his destination just before the heavy snow closed the mountain.

Shaking the snow on his body, someone was already waiting for him there.

In the wooden hut, the master built a fire and handed the man a bowl of hot soup.

Ji Guoyuan took a sip, and quietly listened to the chatter of the knife maker.

This is the knife maker who forged two sun-wheel knives for him. He saved him from the mouth of a ghost and forged a deep friendship since then. He can be regarded as one of his few friends.

"So, what's the matter this time?"

The knife maker knew that although he was considered a friend, there was no need for anything, and Ji Guoyuan would never come to him on his own initiative.

He prefers to wander alone and live his silent life.

Ji Guoyuan took off the two sun wheel knives from his waist, and handed over the shorter one.

"It's damaged."

The knife forger pulled the knife out of the scabbard, and there were some small gaps on the blade. Obviously, it had gone through a fierce battle. Fortunately, it was not an irreparable damage, but

The Rilun Knife is really special, and it is a knife specially used to use Rihu. It still takes a long time to restore it to like new.

"During the battle, I drew the wrong knife."

Yuan Yi pursed his lips. He met a thick-skinned ghost before. The blood ghost technique is to make the appearance as hard as a rock. Yuan Yi spent a lot of effort to take it down.

It's just that when I drew the knife, I accidentally pulled the wrong one. I should have used my own one, but I pulled out this one.

I already felt it when I swung the knife, and I tried to use it carefully, but still left some small gaps.

"How long will it take?"

"No matter what, it will take a few months." The knife forger carefully inspected it and said seriously, "If it is directly recast, it will save trouble, and repair will require more energy and find similar materials."

"Then please." Yuan Yi said, "I'll go back tomorrow and come back to pick it up later."

"Why don't you just stay here, it would be troublesome to rush back and come back."

"No need, go back while you can still go." Yuanyi politely rejected the proposal, "If you go back, maybe you can see the scene of flowers blooming."

He planted a lot of flowers around the hut, but not many bloomed in the past two years, and this year he might be able to see such a scene.

"Ok."

The knife forger didn't do too much to keep him, he clearly saw a trace of longing in the man's eyes.

He knew that it was very difficult for him to have such emotions now, so how could he be willing to destroy it.

He still remembered the time when the man asked him to forge the knife. At that time, his expression was much richer than now.

Although something went wrong and the knife was not delivered to its true owner, but was used by a man, he knew that this must be a very sad past.

It was so sad that it was enough to wipe out most of the man's hard-won popularity.

Ji Guoyuan once again embarked on his way home. Although the snow was thick and the road became extremely difficult to walk, as long as he drove a little every day, he would definitely be able to return to that home in the beginning of spring.

If he hears news of a ghost on the road, he will still use the fastest speed to solve it without delay, and continue walking towards home after solving it.

He called it home.

If he is in the wild, he will just find a place to sleep for the night. If he happens to be in a town, he will also choose to stay in a hotel.

The owner of the store saw many travelers in a hurry and was well-informed, but he still became curious about the man. After he was sure that the man was not the kind of grumpy warrior, he chatted boldly and asked him with a smile why he was in such a hurry. where to go.

"I'm in a hurry to go home."

The boss had a clear look: "Madam and the child must be waiting at home, I really want to go back quickly."

Yuan bowed his head, didn't say anything, and acquiesced.

Because maybe he thought so too.

If someone in the family is waiting for him, that's fine.

At night, the whole town fell silent, occasionally with one or two candles, waiting for the return of the family.

That was the warmth that Ji Guoyuan couldn't touch in his life.

Maybe once had it, but lost it soon.

That girl broke into his world just like a dream, and disappeared very quickly, together with

part of him.

What is given cannot be taken back, but few people know that some things, once given, cannot even be reproduced.

He was about to stand up.

He has successfully passed the 25-year-old checkpoint and reached this age. In this era where the average age is no more than 40 years old, at this age, he is a little more active, and he has even become a grandfather, but he is still alone.

Handsome and extraordinary warriors will always attract the prying eyes of many people, and there are many young women who make ominous glances, but he always avoids them, and deliberately avoids them even when they are close.

I had a dream of starting a family, but that was a long time ago, and after the girl disappeared, I never had such a thought.

Maybe there is still that little longing, looking forward to the miracle again.

It has been nearly six years since he sent her back with his own hands.

She should be twenty too.

In her world, would a girl of this age get married?

That's right, even if she is not married, there should be many people who like her.

After all, she is such a wonderful person.

Ji Guoyuan, who is nearly 30 years old, still retains the beauty of his youth, his face has never changed, but it is a little more mature and more touching.

Tanya of the Zaomen family has reached the age where he can help the family. In a few years, he may get married and have a new generation. The fourth child of Tankichi and Suzuko has also been born, but he is still the same as before.

He couldn't tell whether it was God's favor or punishment, taking away his most precious things, but giving him everything that ordinary people can't match.

But he still can't have the most common things for others.

Ji Guoyuanyi finally returned to that home. He had stepped on that mountain road countless times, and he could walk with his eyes closed. The scenery in front of him was very familiar, but it gave him a completely new feeling.

The flowers finally opened.

The scent of flowers can be easily smelled in the nostrils. Large areas of flowers are gathered together. Except for some that he deliberately planted, there are also small flowers that grow randomly in the wild. They are not neatly rehearsed.

He was very lucky, and when he came back, they had just caught up with them blooming.

The penetrating senses were at their peak at this moment, Ji Guoyuan closed his eyes and walked up step by step, feeling this rare beauty.

At a distance of tens of meters from his home, he stopped.

A palpitation came from his chest, he grabbed the clothes on his chest, and opened his eyes blankly.

Because it is a steep slope, from his corner, only the exposed roof can be seen.

But there are people standing there.

Someone stood there, motionless, as if waiting for him.

Ji Guoyuan twitched his lips. He knew that as long as he acted, he could see who was standing there in just a moment.

But he dared not move.

It was like a dream, a cruel but beautiful dream.

As he walks up now, this dream may continue, or it may be shattered in an instant.

He was suddenly timid.

While he was hesitating, the other party moved first.

She seemed to feel his presence and was walking towards him step by step.

Ji Guoyuan's throat rolled, and he took trembling steps.

The distance between the two of them instantly shortened.

One step, two steps.

The face has not yet appeared, but the hair with a clear color has already appeared in front of her eyes.

The beautiful girl stood there, as if meeting her for the first time.

She was startled for a moment, then laughed.

She held out her hand to him.

"Mr. Yuanyi."

The girl called his name with the same smile as before.

"That comb, can you still give me it?"

Now, Ji Guoyuan knew it.

God is kind to him.