Chapter 85 Chapter 85 Chinese in the Window

Until the procession was far away, Sun Min still stood there dumbfounded. She heard murmurs and exclamations, and she also saw dozens of black-clothed men quietly following among the crowd on the street. Walking along this strange but dazzling procession. She hesitated for a while, but saw two big men in black on the opposite side of the street, looking at her with burning eyes. She combed her temples and quietly walked back to the shop. In the depths of her heart, the mystery of following her appeared more than once. However, the tempering of life made her just hide this impulse deeply and suppress it, because she knew that she already had a lot of things to do, and a person like her Such a person who has so many things to do should stop paying attention to these things that have nothing to do with him, even though these things are so colorful and dazzling.

The square silver gift boxes were still quietly arranged on the table, and she murmured the words on the side of the box, "Might must be defeated, justice must be opened..." A faint smile began to appear on the corner of her mouth, while her daughter Still sitting blankly on the chair. She turned her eyes to this pair of melancholy teenagers, her thoughts arose, her smile disappeared, some words had been hidden in her heart for many days, she didn't know whether she should say them or not. But at this moment, when her gaze turned to the pair of teenagers, she couldn't help but make a decision in her heart:

"I must tell him that maybe this joy can dilute the pain and terror in his heart, alas..." With a long sigh, she stared at the young man by the window, hoping to use her own power to rekindle the spark that had been extinguished in this young man's life. Another day passed, and the night fell. In Jiaxing City, a figure floated into the city like light smoke suddenly, and he came as lightly and naturally as the evening wind.Sliding over one roof after another, drifting through one street after another, no one's vision can see his figure clearly, and no one's mind can dream of his skill.

In the sky of May, the stars are twinkling. He paused behind a tall roof, looked up and sighed softly. There was melancholy and sorrow in the sigh, but it was already happiness and joy, just like the hard work in the desert. The traveler is the same when he finally sees his destination. Then, his eyes turned like lightning, and after distinguishing the terrain and direction, he headed towards the inn where Sun Min's mother and daughter were staying without hesitation... The sound of people in the inn was silent, only a small courtyard in the west, and there was still a faint light. When his eyes turned again, it seemed to reveal a lot of joyful light. Step straight into the window of this small courtyard.

Suddenly, from the dim yellow window base, a resentful, deep but delicate sigh floated out. With this sigh, the figure with the most lightness kung fu in the martial arts world, seemed to be hypnotized by magic, suddenly stopped his figure, and stood blankly in front of the dim yellow window. There was another sigh coming from the window, a deep, slow, kind, and beautiful voice of a mature woman, with infinite concern and love, said slowly: "Lin'er! It's time for you to sleep. I have a few words that I want to say to your elder brother Jing." "I don't want to sleep, I don't want to... have something to say, can't I listen?"

Although the soft voice was low, in such a quiet night, every word was clearly transmitted to the ears of the figure standing outside the window. He moved a step slowly, but he heard the kind voice resounding: "I've wanted to say these words a long time ago, but...but...ah! Lin'er! I think you should know Mom's heart. Although you are sad about Nanren's death, don't I feel bad? ? But you are still young, you still have some of the hardest days of your life to live, you...you...you..." She stopped talking suddenly, but the people outside the window trembled slightly!

Is it because the grief is too deep?Ye Han is too heavy?Or is it for other reasons? There was also a long moment of embarrassing silence inside the window, and suddenly there was another faint long sigh! "Mom! Until now, I don't know what it's like to be sad... I can have this kind of sorrow to accompany me through my life, and I'm already very satisfied, because with the sorrow, I still have a happy and sweet memory, Isn't this much better than someone who has nothing? Mom! Don't worry, go to sleep by yourself!" The sad voice, like a beautiful song, floated out of the window and into the ears of the standing figure.

There seemed to be crystal clear teardrops in his bright eyes, he clenched his palms tightly like a convulsion, and slowly lifted them up, before he was about to pat the window lattice. But listen to the window and say: "Lin'er! You're right. Some people have nothing, and even their memories are bleak and miserable. These people are the most worthy of our sorrow and sigh, don't you think so?" A beautiful figure was reflected in the dim yellow window paper, and the figure nodded slowly. The kind voice said again: "Jing'er, what did he sacrifice for us? I don't tell you, you know his feelings for you better than I do. He was lonely all his life, but now he has nothing, not even martial arts. Let’s not talk about his physical injuries, but his heart is dead, there is nothing more sad than heart death, there is no pain in the world that can compare to what he is enduring at this moment..."

A sigh: "Mom! What are you talking about to me?" The kind voice began to take on some serious meaning: "Lin'er, I don't allow you to speak so cruelly. Like you, he should have had a series of the best days in his life, but he sacrificed all his happiness for us. Shouldn't we repay him something? ? Your father... Alas! When he was alive, didn’t he often tell you that people who don’t know how to take revenge are cowards, but people who don’t know how to repay kindness are worse than dogs and pigs, have you forgotten?” The figure in the window hangs his head...

The figure outside the window also lowered its head, a gust of wind blew by, and the earth was pitch black.After a long time, the voice became kind again: "Go to the inner room and call Jing'er here, alas... This child, for several hours, he sat there without even moving a bit..." The figure in the window stood up slowly, walked slowly, and suddenly turned around and said: "Mom! I know what you want me to do, but no matter what, I want to go to Xiliang Mountain first, see his dead body, and for him...for him..." Before the voice was finished, he rushed out of the room suddenly.

There were heavy sighs inside the window, but silent sighs outside the window, and another embarrassing silence. A dark and thin figure slowly appeared on the window paper. The obvious and clear outline of this figure was reflected on the dim yellow window paper. It looks stronger and more eye-catching. He sat down slowly, but didn't say a word, as if he was unwilling to use any language in the world to express his thoughts. So he has only silence, infinite silence... Then came that kind voice again: "Jing'er, although you don't speak, I can still tell from your eyes that you can hear me, right?" There was no answer, not even a shake or nod. With a sigh in a kind voice, he said again: "I want to tell you that your love for Lin'er is not only known to Lin'er, but also to me, and we have all cherished this love with 100,000 points of gratitude, because nothing in the world is more important than your love. They will all become small and vulgar!" She paused, as if she was paying attention to the expression on the boy's face. Then there was another sigh: "For your love—it's definitely not for anything else, you know? This love is enough, enough for any girl in the world to treat you with the same love, you...you take good care of your wounds, and wait for you The wounds in my heart and body are completely healed, I... I will marry Lin'er for you, during this period, you don't have to worry about anything, you know?" The figure in the window trembled for a while—he was for the sudden surprise. The figure outside the window trembled for a while—but what was he doing for it? He began to turn around slowly, that light and nimble movement seemed to be tens of thousands of weights at the moment, he tried his best not to let himself make any sound, but the sigh in his heart did not know how heavy it was. There are still people speaking in the window. But he didn't want to listen anymore, he turned around abruptly, his slender figure suddenly soared into the sky, and then frantically flew into the distance. In the sky of May, the stars are still twinkling, but the sighs under the sky... Alas, happiness and joy are missing in the sighs under the sky, and the sighing figure is as light and graceful as when he came, Disappeared in the night like the evening wind.