As soon as these words came out, Huang Zelin was shocked and sat back in his chair.
Su Yanjun hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Seeing his pale face, he quickly reached out and rubbed his heart for him, inputting a small amount of spiritual power.
"I'm fine," Huang Zelin waved his hand and looked up at Luo Qingwen again. "Is your grandfather's surname Huang? Is it Huang Minze or Huang Minxuan?"
Luo Qingwen covered her mouth in surprise, and answered after a while, "It's Huang Minxuan."
"Alas," Huang Zelin sighed, tears streaming down his face.
Seeing this scene, Luo Qingwen rushed to Huang Zelin's feet and said in a trembling voice, "Old man, what do you know?"
Huang Zelin opened his eyes and touched the top of the girl's soft hair, "My name is Huang Zelin, your grandfather Huang Minxuan is my brother's son, my nephew."
The room was silent. Everyone present was stunned. Unexpectedly, these two people who have never met before are actually grandchildren who are so closely related by blood!
One is a girl who has traveled thousands of miles and failed to find relatives, and the other is an old man who killed his family in his early years and was alone for a hundred years. Now that he has found a blood relative, why not be excited!
Luo Qingwen burst into tears, Huang Zelin put her in his arms, patted her on the back constantly, and murmured, "Good boy, good boy."
Mu Xiyun glanced at Gu Qingqiao next to him, and saw that he was still staring at the portrait with reddish eyes, so he stepped forward and took the painting from his hand, folded it and placed it on the table. , gently took his hand.
Their hands were clenched under their sleeves, and Gu Qingqiao looked deeply into Mu Xiyuan's eyes, unable to speak for a long time.
After a long while, the grandparents and grandsons cleared up their emotions, and Luo Qingwen turned her attention to Gu Qingqiao again. Before he could speak, Huang Zelin said, "This is a long time ago. He is about the same age as you. I'm afraid I don't know how much." After speaking, he also raised his eyes to look at him.
Gu Qingqiao understood what Huang Zelin meant, stood up, and said to the two of them, "That's true. The person in the portrait is probably the same age as Elder Huang, but Qingqiao really doesn't have an impression. If his parents were there, he might be able to tell the difference. One or two, just…”
Everyone present knew that Gu Qingqiao's parents had both died, and at this moment they spoke out to comfort them.
Some turbulence, is not the end of the time. The boy from the medicine hall came in and asked, "Miss Jiu, are you still going back to the valley?"
Only then did Luo Qingwen remember that she had to rush back to see her father today.
Qin Le pulled Zhu Yicheng and asked, "Didn't you arrive in the morning? Why haven't you returned to the valley yet?"
Zhu Yicheng replied softly: "When I entered the city in the morning, I met Luo Ziqi. Xiaowen didn't want to conflict with him, so she thought of coming here to see the doctor for half a day, staggered and then went back."
At this time, Luo Qingwen and Huang Zelin discussed a few words softly, got up and sorted out their clothes, and clasped their fists at everyone in the room, "Thank you all today for letting me find my great-grandfather." The girl's face showed a smile: "I'll go back first. Take a trip to Gu, and the array will reunite tomorrow."
Zhu Yicheng and everyone went to the array together, chatting along the way, telling everyone in detail about the two of them going to the west. When I saw the huge "petunia", I lived up to expectations and contributed a horrified expression and scream.
When they arrived at the residence, Aunt Zhang had already returned, and her little granddaughter's illness was successfully cured. The villagers in Zhangjia Village were even more grateful to Aunt Zhang because of Mu Xiyuan's free clinic. The aunt was overjoyed for a while, thoughtfully arranged Zhu Yicheng to stay, and warmly arranged meals for everyone.
Mu Xiyuan was called to the room by Huang Zeli, and told about the situation in Zhangjia Village today, Huang Zelin smiled and said, "You did a good job! Even if I go, it will not do better."
Thinking of Luo Qingwen's consultation in the medicine hall today, he smiled again: "I didn't expect that my great-granddaughter is also a talented person in medicine."
After a pause, he raised his eyes to look at Mu Xiyuan, who was standing beside him with his hands down, his eyes flashed and he said, "You two are free, you can learn more."
Mu Xiyun didn't know what he meant by that, so he nodded obediently and left the room.
At dinner time, Gu Qing Bridge did not appear.
"Hey, Junior Brother Mu, where did Senior Brother Gu go?" Zhu Yicheng asked carelessly.
Mu Xiyuan had just come out of Huang Zelin's room, and he didn't have time to understand the situation. At this time, he looked around and saw that Zhu Yicheng and Qin Le were both looking at him, so he calmly replied: "Probably thinking of my parents, I'm not in a good mood. See him in a while."
After taking a few mouthfuls of rice, Mu Xiyun left the table and went to Gu Qingqiao's room.
No one answered the door. Mu Xiyun pushed the door and entered, the room was empty.
After tilting her head and thinking for a while, Mu Xiyun slowly walked out of her residence and walked towards the river.
The flowing water is gurgling, and a crescent moon is reflected on the calm river. The shadow of the moon swaying with the flowing water is scattered into a little silver light by the stirred ripples.
Among the flowers by the river, the aroma of wine is overflowing, and the ancient green bridge is sitting on the river, holding a jug in his hand, and is pouring himself a drink.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned around. Seeing that it was Mu Xiyun coming over, he raised the jug in his hand to him.
His arms trembled slightly, and the wine leaked a little from the spout, spilling on his front, like streaks of tears.
Mu Xiyuan sat down beside him, stretched out his hand to take the jug, and took a sip from the mouth of the jug. It was actually a spring breeze from Hongye City.
Neither of them said a word, they just looked at the moon shadows in the river, gathering or dispersing, you drink and I drink.
I don't know how long I have been sitting, and the wine jug is empty. Gu Qingqiao held his knees with both hands and stared straight at the river.
"Ayun..." His voice was hoarse and low, "I always thought that my mother had an accident and left me alone in the desert. But today, the woman in the portrait is her, so she is still alive! "
Gu Qingqiao buried his chin in the forearm he held up, and his words were slurred: "There are twenty years between this. In the twenty years, she, she..."
The words didn't come out, the voice was choked up.
Mu Xiyun got up and half-kneeled in front of him, pressing his shoulder with one hand and raising his face with the other.
Gu Qingqiao raised his eyes slightly, and a string of crystal tears slowly slid down the corners of his eyes.
Mu Xiyuan said softly, "Your mother must have her own difficulties, and she didn't mean to abandon you. How can there be a mother in this world who doesn't love her son?"
Gu Qingqiao was noncommittal and just stared at him.
Mu Xiyun approached him slowly, so close that he almost breathed in. He raised his head, kissed the tears from the corner of Gu Qingqiao's eyes gently, and whispered in his ear, "You still have me."
The body was hugged violently, Mu Xiyuan turned her head, found the other's lips, and pressed them lightly.
The kiss like a dragonfly immediately ignited the spark between the two, Gu Qingqiao encircled his hands to increase the strength, the kiss gradually deepened, and finally turned into a tough demand. In that kiss, there was the faint salty taste of tears, and the mellow aroma of wine, with intimacy and intoxication, tossing and turning.
It wasn't until the two of them were breathing that Gu Qingqiao ended the kiss, but he didn't want to leave his lips and pecked lightly again and again.
"A-Yun, A-Yun..." He called out after a peck.
Every time he called out, Mu Xiyun answered seriously, "I'm here, I'm..."
Looking at Gu Qingqiao's slightly confused eyes, Mu Xiyun kissed his lips again. This time, he took the initiative to linger with Qing Qiao, so that the breath of the two people completely blended.
The breeze was blowing, bringing a soft floral fragrance. The moonlight poured down, throwing the shadows of the two to their sides, and the figures were intertwined, as if they were one.
…
After a long time, the two men calmed down.
Gu Qingqiao opened his eyes, his body was light and fluttering, as if he had just fallen from the sky.
He turned his head to look at Mu Xiyuan's face that was close at hand, leaned in and kissed the corner of his red mouth, and looked at his eyes a little further away.
The usually indifferent Xiao Xianjun quickly blushed under his gaze, sat up in a hurry, took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and handed it to him. After thinking about it, I took out another one and hurriedly wiped it on my hands.
Gu Qingqiao took the handkerchief and looked at his embarrassed and chaotic back. He couldn't help recalling the fiery touch in his palm just now. With a sway in his heart, he leaned over the waist of the person in front of him, and the tip of his nose rubbed lightly on his back. He continued, and said vaguely, "A Yun, A Yun..."
Mu Xiyun held his hands around her waist and said softly, "I'm here, I'm up!"
Gu Qingqiao refused, and still hugged him tightly. The two people's body temperature blended together, and the temperature warmed their hearts.
After a long silence, the two stood up. Gu Qingqiao reached out and took off a piece of dry grass from Mu Xiyun's long hair, and pulled his neckline up slightly. There, a small red spot stood out in sight, which was sucked out when he lost control just now...
Mu Xiyun shrank her neck, she also closed her neckline, raised her head and glared at him.
The two returned to their residence together, and when they entered the door, they felt a little guilty.
Letting go of the clenched hands, Gu Qingqiao lowered his face and walked quickly into the house.
Su Yanjun and Zhu Yicheng were still chatting in the hall. Seeing him coming in, his face was still gloomy, and he hurriedly looked at Mu Xiyuan who walked in later.
Mu Xiyun blinked at them and made a "it's all right" gesture.
The two of them were relieved. At this time, Gu Qingqiao had entered the room and closed the door, so they went back to their rooms.
Today, I saw the villagers for more than half a day, and what happened just now was too exciting. Mu Xiyuan only felt dizzy for a while.
In the dream, there seems to be a pair of warm hands caressing the side of the face, Jiuku Mosuo.
Early the next morning, when Mu Xiyun walked out of the room, Gu Qingqiao was coming out of Huang Zelin's room.
The gloom of the previous day seemed to have disappeared, Gu Qingqiao smiled at him in a good mood, and whispered: "I told Elder Huang, but it was of no use. I was only six years old when my mother left. We are in the Demon Abyss again, and I don't know what happened."
"Are you... alright?" Mu Xiyun was still a little worried.
"If you want to say that you have no grudges at all, how is that possible? But," Gu Qingqiao leaned over to him with a smile, and said softly, "Don't I still have you here?"
A sentence brought back memories of last night, Mu Xiyun blushed again, and hurriedly turned to go to the dining room.
Soon after breakfast, a group of people went to the array.
It's been a few days, but they are entangled in various affairs. Several people have not yet set foot on the magic circle. At this moment, they are a little impatient. After entering the magic circle, they each find a place and start practicing.
Half a month has passed in a hurry, and the days in Baihua Valley are quiet and long. A few people practiced during the day, and at night at their residence, drinking tea or playing chess, and occasionally discussing some cultivation methods, they all gained a lot.
Every night, Mu Xiyuan and Gu Qingqiao would go for a walk by the river, walk and chat, secretly hold hands and kiss, and they would not go back after being together for half an hour.
Qin Le is the busiest. He often goes to Cheng Yinji's hut to help him with this and that. He climbs and descends the cliff many times, and his fear of heights is almost gone.
Only Zhu Yicheng was alone, and he felt restless every day when he was free. He took a walk with Mu and Gu, and went to the big waterwheel with Qin Le, and he felt that he could not be relieved. Later, I simply dragged a chair, sat in the yard, and stared in the direction of Baihua Villa.
The season has arrived in July, and the summer is still reluctant to leave. The valley is humid and sultry.
On this day, everyone went to the array to practice in the morning as usual, and stopped until the sun rose overhead, sitting in the shade of the tree to rest for a while.
Cheng Yinji went to his residence and brought a large pot of red bean and barley soup cooked by Aunt Zhang and distributed it to everyone.
Zhu Yicheng was drinking water while chatting with Qin Le. Suddenly, he put down the bowl, jumped up, and strode forward.
A green shadow flashed in front, and Luo Qingwen was already standing in front of the crowd.
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