stardust

The heavy snow is falling, and Taihe Mountain is covered with snow, making it more and more elusive.

In the Xiaoyue Pavilion, the disciples are all practicing the mental method in their rooms.

Yun Hai and Song Ling'er knelt in front of Xiao Xingchen and said goodbye to him.

Xiao Xingchen looked very indifferent, and said softly: "You guys go, be careful on the road!"

Yun Hai and Song Ling'er replied in unison: "Yes, Master. This disciple respects Master's instruction." After three worships, the two left Xiao Xingchen's room, went back to their rooms to pick up the burdens they had prepared, and went down the mountain hand in hand.

"Crackling", leaving two rows of footprints in the snow.

Xiao Xingchen's eyes suddenly became moist. This was supposed to be a happy event, but for some reason it made people feel sad.

He stood up, paced around the room, and sat down suddenly, obviously fluctuating greatly.

Song Linger and Yunhai are getting married.

Xiao Xingchen never interfered with his disciples' marriage affairs, but for this couple, he refused three times. What was the reason?He couldn't explain it himself, Yun Hai and Song Ling'er naturally refused to give up, and they could only agree in the end.

In fact, this is also very good!

Linger is the daughter raised by Song Lan; Linger is his disciple who taught swordsmanship.

Song Lan lives in seclusion in a border town and spends her days in peace; she establishes a sect and teaches Taoism to realize her aspirations.

And Yunhai is an ordinary person, who can give Linger an ordinary life.

That's good too!

Xiao Xingchen muttered.

Suddenly he picked up his Shuanghua sword and whisk, put on a big cloak, and went out.

In the snow, Yunhai carried two bundles on his back, held Song Linger's hand, and walked cautiously. As he walked, he began to chatter: "Linger, why do we have to go back in a snowy day? It's so hard, you will Tired."

"Hmph, you think it's hard work! There's nothing hard about this little snow, I just want to see my father soon." Song Linger said coquettishly.

Girls who fall in love are generally more domineering in their speech, let alone Song Linger who has always been eloquent.

Yun Hai quickly admitted his mistake and said: "I was wrong. How can it be so hard to accompany you home? I can't wish for it. I really feel sorry for your hard work."

"By the way, I'm still very nervous when I think about seeing Mr. Yue Zhang. Do you think your father won't like me? Will you not marry me?" Yun Hai said distressed.

"Then I don't know. You can figure it out when the time comes. I sneaked out myself, and I can't protect myself." Song Linger was also a little distressed.

"What does your father like? Let's buy some for him and make him happy." Yun Hai suggested.

"I should like my mother the most, and me. I haven't found anything else. Oh, yes, I love fish." Song Linger said after thinking.

"Uh, let's buy some fish and visit him." Yun Hai answered.

The two rushed to Yong'an City through wind and snow.

"Squeak" sounded.

The courtyard door of Song Lan's house was pushed open, and then there was a knock on the door.

Song Lan heard the knock on the door, thought it was Linger who came back, put down the teacup in a hurry, and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the wind and snow rushed towards them. Xiao Xingchen in a white robe stood at the door. Both of them were a little dazed, and then Song Lan invited Xiao Xingchen in.

When they met for the first time after 20 years, the two were inevitably a little alienated, and they didn't speak for a long time.

Song Lan suddenly remembered, got up and poured Xiao Xingchen a cup of hot tea.

Xiao Xingchen looked at Song Lan's residence, which had the same layout as the Zhulin Xiaoshe.

"Ling'er?" The two spoke at the same time.

"Is Ling'er okay with you?" Song Lan continued to ask.

"It's been fine all the time. Ling'er will be back soon, and she brought someone with her." Xiao Xingchen laughed.

"Who?" Song Lan asked suspiciously.

"My apprentice Yunhai, your future son-in-law." Xiao Xingchen still said with a smile.

"Oh. What?!" Song Lan stood up in shock.

"Don't be like this, I'm worried that you won't be able to accept this news, so I came here to tell you first." Xiao Xingchen comforted Song Lan.

"Yunhai has always taken good care of Linger, the two hit it off, and they are a good match. So I think this marriage is okay." Xiao Xingchen said.

Song Lan sat down again, speechless for a while.

"I know you don't want to part with your daughter, but people always face various separations in this life, such as you and me, such as Yue'er and you and me... So this time I came here, first to tell you the news, and second, to persuade you to agree with them Their marriage." Xiao Xingchen continued.

Song Lan continued to listen, with ups and downs in her heart like a turbulent sea, "Don't say that Ling'er is the daughter I raised with my own hands, it's every father's heartfelt wish to let her get married, not to mention, Ling'er may be the reincarnation of Yue'er, then Do you want to watch her become someone else's wife with your own eyes? Isn't this too absurd? But, I can't keep her by my side for the rest of my life... Sigh, I'm really upset!"

"I know you have always had deep feelings for Yue'er, but that is already a fate from a previous life. It is better to let go of the past life." Xiao Xingchen continued to persuade.

Song Lan still didn't speak, he understood the meaning of Xingchen's words, for Yue'er, for Xue Yang, for Xingchen, could it be the same, time has passed, everyone should start a new life.

But, but, Ling'er is her own raised daughter!

Song Lan sat quietly for a long time, then stood up and went to the kitchen, brought out a plate of steamed sea bass and a pot of warm wine, and put them on the table.

He beckoned Xiao Xingchen to sit down.

"You have a taste." Song Lan poured wine into the glasses of the two and said to Xiao Xingchen.

Xiao Xingchen picked up the chopsticks, picked up some fish meat, and tasted it, "It's delicious."

Both Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan had moist eyes, this is Yue'er's best dish.

Ma'am.

The two drank and ate fish while neither of them spoke.

In the end Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan were both drunk.

The wind blows snow outside the window, making rustling noises.

There seems to be a faint singing voice:

"Gathering, fluttering/

Farewell, dissipate/

I have been to this world/

met you/

People say it's a kind of fate/

We are drinking/

We parted ways/

after dawn/

The road to the distance is still long /

Footprints overlap footprints/

in the years/

dusty/"