Just remember

"Get up." Xiahou Zhengnan finally let go.

Chun Jinran stood up holding her chest, endured and endured, but still spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xiahou Zhengnan frowned imperceptibly: "Go over there and vomit, don't dirty the water lily."

Chun Jinran was angry, but more out of fear and sympathy, so he said "spit it all up, it's gone", but still moved a few steps away from the lotus vat.

Xiahou Zhengnan was very satisfied with his cuteness, but his eyes were covered with a cloudy light: "I really want to kill you all."

This seemed to be a casual joke, but Chun Jinran heard it was serious.

He swallowed the fishy sweetness left in his mouth, and boldly asked, "Why didn't you kill him?"

Xiahou Zhengnan raised his eyebrows: "How do you know I won't kill?"

Chun Jinran: "Because you were helpless just now. You wanted to kill but couldn't, so you felt resentful and helpless."

Xiahou Zhengnan looked at him with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see the depths of his heart.

Chun Jinran was uncomfortable being stared at, so don't open your eyes.

"You really resemble him." Xiahou Zhengnan suddenly sighed vaguely.

Chun Jinran subconsciously asked, "Who?"

Xiahou Zhengnan's gaze softened for a moment: "A friend of mine."

Chun Jinran no longer asked.He knew that the old man who had lost his beloved son had started to recall the past, even if he didn't ask, he would tell.In such a moonless night, memories are always the best healing medicine.

However, Chun Jinran miscalculated.

For a long time to come, Xiahou Zhengnan just leaned back in his chair, looking sideways out of the window.

There is nothing outside the window, no stars, no moon, no clouds, just darkness.

Chun Jinran thought, maybe in Xiahou Zhengnan's eyes, there is a different world in that darkness, carrying his unknown heart and unspeakable emotions.

I don't know how long it took, Xiahou Zhengnan got up slowly, Chun Jinran took a step back subconsciously, but the man didn't look at him at all, but went back to the table in front of the window, and carefully looked at the drawing paper on the table, without taking his eyes off him, motionless , focused almost obsessively.

"Come here." Xiahou Zhengnan, who was still bowing his head, suddenly called softly.

The voice was too soft and gentle, as if afraid of disturbing the beauty's dream.Chun Jinran looked around for a long time to make sure that there was no third person in the room, so she stepped forward very flattered.

On the table is a portrait, some details are not finished, but a handsome man about 30 years old has already appeared on the paper.The masculine demeanor is elegant, not like the gallantry of a martial arts knight, and his eyebrows and eyes are as gentle as jade.

"This is, that friend?" Chun Jinran asked lightly and slowly, but in fact he already had the answer in his heart.He didn't know why he had such a firm intuition, as if in the silence just now, he also saw something in the darkness outside the window.

Xiahou Zhengnan didn't answer, his gaze was still on the painting, but he asked, "Do you think you look alike like him?"

Chun Jinran is embarrassing, the person in the painting is handsome and elegant, with bright eyebrows, the only similarity between himself and him is that they both have only one nose, two eyes, two ears and one mouth.

"It seems... a bit like..." Chun Jinran silently apologized to the person in the painting in his heart.

Xiahou Zhengnan finally raised his head, looked at him, then went to look at the painting, went back and forth between him and the painting several times, and suddenly smiled, something like bitterness flashed in his eyes, so quickly People can't see clearly: "Actually, I can't remember what he looked like when he was young. Every time I draw it, it seems to be different. But people are so strange. The older they get, the more they want to look back at their earlier memories. Well, unfortunately, my memory has been getting worse and worse over the years..."

Chun Jinran felt a little sour, and didn't know what to say.

"But your eyes are very similar," Xia Houzhengnan said suddenly, with convincing words, "especially the unyielding energy between the eyebrows is the most similar. You are also smart, and you are also smart."

Chun Jinran is embarrassing, although she is flattered by the praise, she has to tell the truth: "Smart is smart, how can it be different."

Xia Houzhengnan shook his head solemnly: "There are too many smarts. There are small cleverness, great wisdom, scheming, and helping the world. There are as many kinds of wisdom as there are people." After finishing speaking, he looked at Chun Jinran's face. There seemed to be a sigh of "you are too young" in the eyes.

What else could Chun Jinran say, so he clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you Master Xiahou for your teaching."

Xiahou Zhengnan was stunned for a moment, maybe he didn't expect him to be so knowledgeable about current affairs, but after a while, he smiled again: "He is smart, but he doesn't use it often. In comparison, you have too many ghosts."

Chun Jinran didn't know whether it was a sarcasm or a compliment, so he could only smile awkwardly: "Yeah, it's okay..."

Xiahou Zhengnan didn't care about this with him, he just said: "Grinding."

Chun Jinran didn't realize it. He didn't understand until he saw that the old man went to get the paintbrush again, and immediately followed the instructions.

In this way, Chun Jinran began to serve Xiahou Zhengnan's painting, and it was an hour and a half after the old man finished his last stroke.

In fact, the finished painting is not much richer than before. Most of the time, Xiahou Zhengnan was in a daze with his pen, so that the ink dripped onto the paper, and he just came back to his senses.Fortunately, these ink dots are located in the blank space on the right. Later, a few plum blossoms protruded from there to set off the elegance of the person in the painting.

"Does it look good?" Xiahou Zhengnan asked.

Chun Jinran didn't know whether he was asking about people or painting skills, so he could only answer in general: "It looks good."

Xiahou Zhengnan put down the brush, but his eyes seemed to be locked on the painting, and he couldn't move away.Then Chun Jinran heard him say, "I promised you that I would take good care of Fu'er."

A gust of evil wind suddenly blows in outside the window, which makes Chun Jinran almost unable to stand.

Xiahou Zhengnan was still looking at the painting and muttering to himself: "What should I do, is it enough to pay you my life? No, you must be dissatisfied. Fu'er is only as old as I am..."

Chun Jinran's heart contracted violently, maybe it was fear before, but now there is only shock.

Xiahou Zhengnan spent most of his life in a romantic life, but he had no heirs. He once became a joke among the gossipers in the Jianghu.Unexpectedly, at the age of more than eighty, he would have a son. For a while, the jokes turned into strange stories, and the pewter's head became old and strong.There are also good people who have inquired about Xiahou Fu's biological mother, but they don't know whether Xiahou Villa is too powerful or Xiahou Zhengnan is hiding too well, but there is no clue.In the end, everyone also forgot that Xiahou Zhengnan would never give Xiahou Villa such a family property to a wild seed anyway. Since it is his seed, it doesn't matter whether the birth mother is noble or poor.

But now, Chun Jinran has a crazy idea.

No, maybe it wasn't him who was crazy, but Xiahou Zhengnan.

It was already midnight when Chun Jinran was taken down by the guards.Xiahou Zhengnan comforted him, don't worry, I won't really kill you all, only the murderer needs to die.Chun Jinran asked, what if the murderer can't be found all the time.The answer is, then lock you up until the murderer is found.If Chun Jin is a black line, he might as well kill us all.So Xiahou Zhengnan sighed "You are too young" again in his eyes.

Until many years later, Chun Jinran still remembered Xiahou Zhengnan's words——

"It's okay to have personal grievances with anyone, but it's not okay to make public anger. This is the way, which is applicable in the marketplace, in the rivers and lakes, and in temples."

These were the last words Xiahou Zhengnan said to him that night.

This was also the last sentence Xiahou Zhengnan said to him.

At dawn, Xiahou Zhengnan was found dead in his bedroom by his maidservant.Surrounded by green plants, amidst the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, a generation of heroes looks peaceful, as if sleeping soundly.However, he did leave, with the grief of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man, the sadness of recalling the past, and the obsession that a murderer must die.This centenarian may have the strongest martial arts, the greatest power, and the deepest emotions in this Jianghu, but in the end, he is no match for the years.

The white flags covered the sun, and the mourning shook the sky.There was a big funeral at Xiahou Villa.

The guards and maidservants in a mess fled and scattered. The fourteen young heroes were brought out of the prison by their respective masters, and they transformed into mourners.Hearing the news, the quacks from all walks of life came here, some were covetous, some gloated, some just joined in the fun, and some took advantage of the fire to loot. Master Yuanzhen, who presided over the memorial ceremony, responded to them one by one, and always protected the last face of Xiahou Villa.

But everyone knows that in the sky full of paper money, a generation of martial arts family has collapsed.

Chun Jin doesn't know how long it will take to lay down this family business, but he can clearly see that annihilation only takes a moment.

Seven days later, Xiahou and his son were buried, and the benevolent and righteous sects left Xiahou Villa and went home.

Their faces are full of pain, but what about their hearts?

Without Xiahou Villa, who will be the next invisible overlord?Hang family?Qingmen?Cold Mountain School?

Chun Jinran didn't want to think about it, but she always thought about it subconsciously.Pei Xiaoyi said that the human heart is as dangerous as mountains and rivers, and Xiahou Zhengnan said that there are as many kinds of wisdom as there are human hearts, and he knows that they are both right.But he still didn't want to.

Since returning to Xiahou Villa, Chun Jinran never found a chance to be alone with Pei Xiaoyi, until the end, he could only take a look from afar.At that time, Jin Liyun was holding the tablet of Xia Houfu and refused to let it go. Mrs. Jin was so angry that she couldn't face it, so Pei Xiaoyi had no choice but to go forward to grab the tablet. Now, the excited Jin Liyun didn't care, and his fingernails drew light bloodstains on Pei Xiaoyi's cheeks, which still hurt Chun Jinran's eyes from such a distance.

The hustle and bustle dissipated, and there was desolation everywhere.

Beneath the flamboyant and phoenix-flying mountain villa plaque, only the lonely Guo Pan, Qi Wanguan, Ding Ruoshui and Chun Jinran remained.

The black ashes of the paper money were blown by the wind, carried into the air, carried into the distance, and finally disappeared into the sky.

Judge Guo sighed, "Wealth and power are all a fucking dream."

Qi Wanguan smiled wryly: "In one's lifetime, one must have a goal."

Guo Pan frowned: "Isn't punishing the evil and promoting the good better than fighting for power?"

Qi Wanguan retreated cautiously, hid at a safe distance, and then grinned: "Guo Daxia, if we have different ways, we will not conspire with each other."

Guo Pan glanced at him contemptuously: "The money basket."

Qi Wanguan beamed and smiled: "I would like to borrow your good words!"

Guo Pan didn't want to talk to him any more, turned around and came to Chun Jinran, and said directly: "I heard that Xiahou Zhengnan was looking for you before he died?"

The people in the villa talked a lot, and there was no way to find out the source of this "heard". Chun Jinran didn't want to delve into it, and told him frankly: "Yes. He suspects that Xia Houfu's death was not an accident, and he wants to ask my opinion."

Guo Pan's eyes widened, obviously very surprised. He thought that Xiahou Zhengnan imprisoned them because he couldn't accept the reality of his son's death for a while. After all, the confessions of the fourteen people were consistent. He really couldn't think of anything suspicious: "I thought he wanted to Ask Chiyu..."

Chun Jinran frowned: "Everyone is dead, who still has the mood to care about secret books and treasures."

Guo Pan disagreed: "Believe it or not, Dingchen, Ge Shiqi, and Fang Shulu must have been interrogated by the master's father for seven days and seven nights. Those old guys have long since lost their hearts."

In the past, Chun Jinran would most likely agree, but now, he is inexplicably angry.

The last portrait Xiahou Zhengnan painted was secretly burned by him in the mourning hall.He didn't know if Xiahou Zhengnan on Huangquan Road could receive it, but he hoped, because if he did, the scheming old man would hide it close to his body, so that even if he drank Mengpo soup and reincarnated, he could rely on Portrait, to find the friend who let him study for decades.

How many decades can one life have.

That old rascal Xiahou Zhengnan is not a heart of stone, he is simply a kind of love.

"Jinran?" Ding Ruoshui's worried face appeared in front of his eyes, "Why are you crying?"

Chun Jinran froze, raised her hand subconsciously, and sure enough touched a handful of water on her face.

"It's okay." Chun Jinran wiped her face, took a deep breath, and grinned at Ding Ruoshui, "Let's go home."