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The clouds were getting thicker and thicker in the mountains, and a lot of moisture fell on their faces.

For a moment, Fang Qingchuan couldn't tell whether it was mist or tears hanging on his eyelashes.

No matter how she didn't want to go, no matter how much she wanted to go back to Yunjing, her feet could not help but follow helanxi up.

After all these years, she had been used to this and followed his steps.

He Lanxi's warm and cool palms tightly wrapped her little hands, and their muscles and bones touched and leached out some thin sweat.

There were palpitations in their hearts.

However, from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, they did not say a word.

The higher he climbed, the deeper his heart sank. At the top of the mountain, a heart has fallen into the abyss.

She knew that her whole life was doomed to be alone.

The top of the mountain is extremely open.

The flowers are colorful. There are countless ancient trees.

The building on the top of the mountain is very simple, with only two rows of bungalows. The total size of the rooms is no more than 16.

Fang Qingchuan's grandmother lives in the westernmost part of the back row.

"Qingchuan, go..."

He Lanxi slowly released Fang Qingchuan's hand, slanting his head and warming his voice.

“……”

Fang Qingchuan knows that it is impossible to escape from here.

She tightly pursed her lips, followed by helanxi, with heavy steps toward the house of grandma Fengyue.

All the way, it was quiet.

I didn't meet anyone.

Fang Qingchuan could not help feeling a little strange. During the Spring Festival, she came here and saw many people who were cultivating themselves together with her grandmother. Why is there no one left now? Or, they all meditate in the house.

Kowtow, kowtow.

He Lanxi stood in front of Feng Yue's door, bent his fingers and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

Soon, a slightly hoarse voice came out.

"Grandma, it's me."

He Lanxi stood upright with clear eyes. He lifted his thin lips and spoke coldly.

Fang Qingchuan walked past, followed by a call.

"Grandma..."

The old wooden door opened slowly, and a thin old man came out. She was well maintained. Her face was ruddy and her wrinkles were not very deep. A silver hair was coiled with a wooden hairpin. It's a bit of a fairyland.

She doesn't look like an 80 year old woman at all.

She is Fang Qingchuan's grandmother Fengyue.

"Grandma..."

"Grandma..."

He Lanxi and Fang Qingchuan called her again.

Feng Yue Zheng for a moment, surprise way.

"Qingchuan Helan Why are you here? "

"Grandma, I took my annual leave, so I wanted to come and accompany you."

Fang Qingchuan walked over and held the arm of Feng Yue.

"Helan, then you?"

Feng Yue was full of joy when he saw his granddaughter. He Lanxi, who came with him, frowned and his eyes were somewhat complicated.

"I have something to do when I come to Yunshan. I'll go by..."

"Well Thank you very much... "

Feng Yue looked at his eyes, but more complex.

He Lanxi knew what she was worried about and had to speak politely again.

"Grandma, Qingchuan, I'll give it to you. I'll go back."

With that, he handed the bag to Fang Qingchuan.

"Why don't you sit down and have a drink of water before you go?"

Feng Yue politely replied to him.

"No, grandma."

He Lanxi gently pursed the corners of his lips and grinned.

"Goodbye, Qingchuan."

Finally, he took a look at Fang Qingchuan, and her cold silhouette was reflected in her pupil.

"Young master..."

Fang Qingchuan tried to bear the bitterness and red his eyes. He called him a low voice.

“……”

He Lanxi nodded to the wind, turned and walked forward.

"Young master..."

Fang Qingchuan looked at his lonely and proud figure and called him out.

Dang.

The bag fell to the ground. She followed, still holding helanxi's suit in her hand.

Feng Yue had no choice but to shake his head.

"Predestined, predestined, predestined..."

The wind on the top of the mountain is a little strong. The old trees rustled. The temperature is lower than the foot of the mountain.

"Young master..."

Fang Qingchuan called he Lanxi again, and his voice began to cry.

"Qingchuan, don't send it."

He Lanxi stopped, did not turn around, just slightly turned his head.

"Young master, your clothes."

Fang Qingchuan came to him and handed over his suit with both hands."Qingchuan, there's some cold on the mountain. You stay and block the cold."

He Lanxi gently pulled the corners of his lips and laughed at her.

"Young master, I have brought clothes..."

Fang Qingchuan's eyes in the water surging a little starlight, the next second, will roll down.

"Qingchuan, good."

He Lanxi still didn't receive it. He reached out and touched her head gently. The sound of warm water soaked a trace of sadness.

Then he turned and walked away.

His straight and graceful figure gradually disappeared in the mists.

"Young master..."

Fang Qingchuan holding he Lanxi's suit stood in place, watching him leave.

"Qingchuan..."

Feng Yue came over and called her lovingly.

"Grandma..."

Fang Qingchuan's feathered eyelashes trembled and made a low voice. She still did not turn around, still looking down the road.

In the clouds, he Lanxi gradually away, slowly out of her sight.

"Qingchuan, go inside..."

The wind Yue took her hand, heartache way.

"I..."

Fang Qingchuan wanted to rush down the mountain immediately, but his legs were like glue.

"Qingchuan, this is life. You and Helan have no relationship after all Go in... "

Feng Yue advised again.

"Grandma..."

Fang Qingchuan can no longer control, side, a embrace wind Yue.

Tears, rolling down again.

……

He Lanxi's mood is not much better, his elegant face is very heavy. The road to get off the bus was more steep and there was thick fog blocking it. It was already 4:00 p.m. to get back to the car.

The white shirt was completely wet.

He closed the window, pulled up the curtain and changed to a clean shirt.

Fasten the seat belt, ready to start, surprised to find that the front passenger seat, Fang Qingchuan left something.

A small pearl eardrop.

He picked it up and held it in his palm.

My warm and cool palms hurt a little. Heart, more pain.

"Qingchuan, good. We'll be together again in the next life. "

He put the Pearl Earrings in his shirt pocket and took a look at it.

There are several missed calls and text messages on it.

Looking for him are Gu nianshi, Xiao Qi and the night owl minister.

He checked the information first.

[young master, it's true that someone wants to hurt Gu Mengmeng. Don't worry. I've got him. ]

[Oh, yes, young master. This person is the one who hurt he Shen. ]

from Xiao Qi.

He Lanxi's eyes shrank, his fine painted face tightened up, and a trace of anger rose in the eyes of the young master Helan, who had a clear wind and a cloud.

It is indeed a chain strategy.

The people behind it are really shameful.

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