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The snow in the forest hadn't melted yet, Wu Xiuwen walked forward with one foot deep and the other shallow. In some places the snow was too deep to cover his shoes. In the end Wu Xiuwen's pants were all wet below his knees. In this cold weather It made his face even paler, and there were bursts of heart-rending pain in his leg bones.

Leaning on the ground with the sword in his hand, he walked step by step towards the place with the deepest memory. In the end, his feet were numb from the pain, and he gradually lost consciousness, just moving forward step by step.Even the upper body of the clothes was a little wet, and the moisture from the bushes stuck to the clothes, making Wu Xiuwen feel that there was no trace of heat all over his body.

I fell down several times on the slippery ground, and there was no dry place all over my body. The red cloak was already covered with mud and drenched.Wu Xiuwen didn't care about it either, he just relied on the obsession in his head now, once he stopped, he didn't know if he could stand up again.

In this way, Wu Xiuwen finally came to the place deep in his memory, holding the big tree beside him, looking at the people in the open space in front of him, Wu Xiuwen was so heartbroken that he couldn't restrain himself, tears filled his eyes and slid down.

In the open space ahead, a man in black was waving a branch in his hand, surrounded by snow on the ground. It was obviously a powerful scene, but there was no sound, only more and more people around him With the dancing of the branches, the snow rolled up from the ground and danced in the air, but none of the snowflakes fell on the body.

When Wu Xiuwen saw this scene, he knew that Yang Guo's swordsmanship had reached the level of the legendary "vegetation, wood, bamboo and stone can be used as swords", but he was not happy, he just stared fixedly at the dazzling snowflake With white hair, I just feel heartache and unbearable, almost out of breath.His fingers were tightly clasped on the tree trunk beside him, and he didn't even feel the blood from his fingertips.

At this time, all the snow on the ground has been flying along with Yang Guo's sword. Finally, when the branch in Yang Guo's hand rang, all the snow fell towards the forest, but Yang Guo casually threw the branch aside without even looking at it. Wu Xiuwen next to him walked straight to the hut.

Wu Xiuwen was in a hurry and wanted to catch up, but when his numb feet stopped and stood for so long, he couldn't listen to him, and he fell to the ground, his mind became dizzy from the fall, only his mouth subconsciously shouted: "Yang Guo..."

The man with white hair and black clothes paused in his footsteps, but continued to walk forward the next moment, and quickly entered the room.

Wu Xiuwen, who fell on the ground, also began to tremble, but he still obeyed the deepest desire in his heart, calling that person from time to time.

Inside the wooden house, the most eye-catching thing is the white jade-like bed that still exudes a cold air in this cold weather. It is exactly the cold jade bed in the ancient tomb. On it lay a young man in white with his hands folded on his abdomen. His expression was serene, his eyes were closed, and his face was still slightly rosy. If it weren't for the chest that didn't rise and fall, no one would have thought that this was actually a dead person, and a person who had been dead for ten years.

As soon as the white-haired man entered the room, his cold and hard face began to soften. After washing his hands in the water on the side, he sat on the side of the bed, gently stroked the man's face, and said softly: "These few days It's snowing, I know you like snowing very much. Get up quickly, don't stay in bed. I cleared the snow piled up in front of the door, so you won't fall."

The voice was very soft, as if it was afraid that it would disturb this person if it was louder.He lowered his head and pressed his lips against the lips of the young man in white, caressing them with nostalgia, but his eyes gradually became hopeless, the warmth that was once there was gone.

Turning on the bed, he helped the young man's head to his shoulder socket, held the young man's waist firmly with one hand, and said softly: "Wen'er, are you cold, I will hold you so that you won't be cold. "The voice is very soft, with endless sadness and despair.

It was as if he had held this person in his arms countless times, and he thought he could live with this person until he was old, and the warmth that he missed most in his life would always be by his side, but everything came so quickly, So surprising, he lost the most important person in his life.

I closed my eyes, but my brows slowly frowned, and the anxiety in my heart became more and more intense, and I felt that the most important thing was about to be lost, but... a wry smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, I opened my eyes, and looked around The people, the most important people, have long since been lost.

It was as if a voice kept ringing in my ears, "Yang Guo..." Whose voice was it?So familiar, so sad.Yang Guo sat up, got out of bed, gently kissed the man's forehead on the bed, turned around and left the room.

On the snow-white grass, the red and black hair were so prominent, Yang Guo walked over slowly, looking at the strange face, disappointment welled up in his heart, seeing the trembling look of the man, the pale face , Yang Guo didn't have any expression on his face, just when he was about to turn around and leave, a low voice came from behind him.

"Yang Guo...so...cold..." The weak and almost inaudible voice made Yang Guo tremble.

Turning around, staring at that person closely for a while, Yang Guo's expression changed, and finally he calmed down, he picked up the person on the ground and walked into the house, and threw it on the ground without any sympathy.Walking to the cabinet in the corner, a brown pill was poured out of a white jade vial, walked to the side of the person curled up on the ground, pinched his mouth with his hand, and stuffed the pill into it.

Wu Xiuwen only felt that his whole body was in the ice and snow, it was so cold, and his legs were throbbing from inside. At this moment, there was a fire burning in his stomach, and the coldness all over his body immediately subsided a little.Struggling to open his eyes, he vaguely saw the person standing beside him looking down at him, Wu Xiuwen's tears flowed down unconsciously, just like when he was suffering before, he habitually whispered: "Yang Guo, I'm so cold, you hold me, okay..."

Yang Guo's body trembled, a gleam flashed in his eyes, but he still didn't move, he just looked at the people on the ground.Wu Xiuwen's mind was in a daze, and the coldness began to strike again. Seeing that the people around him didn't move, the grievance in his heart immediately surged up. His confused mind only thought why Yang Guo didn't hurt him at all now, and the tears didn't stop for a moment. Shouted: "Yang Guo, why are you ignoring Wen'er, I'm in so much pain..."

A coquettish and complaining voice penetrated into Yang Guo's ears, causing his whole body to tremble. He squatted down and looked at the crying man in disbelief. Before he could touch his hands, he was tightly grasped by that man's hands. , Watching the man pull his hand to his face, rubbing his cold cheek against his hand, a faint smile appeared on his face, and his low voice made Yang Guo's eyes brighter and brighter.

"I'm sorry...it took me so long to come back...I'm sorry..." Wu Xiuwen grasped the warmth and kept apologizing.

Yang Guo picked up the person on the ground, this time the action was full of pity, stripped off all the wet clothes from the person, put the naked person on the wooden bed beside him, wrapped tightly with the quilt.He turned around and went to the cabinet, this time took out seven or eight white jade bottles, poured out the pills from them, and finally stuffed them into Wu Xiuwen's mouth.

Looking at the trembling person on the bed, Yang Guo frowned, got up and went out, and brought in a bowl of steaming brown soup medicine after a while.Helping the person on the bed, the bowl was brought to his lips, and he was slightly relieved to see the person swallowing the soup obediently.

Put the bowl aside, carefully helped the man to lie down, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the man on the bed, his expression changed.And the person on the bed ate the hot soup, stopped talking nonsense, and his expression became peaceful, his breathing was steady, obviously he had fallen asleep.

Yang Guo got up and went out, looking outside, snow fell from the forest branches from time to time, making a crackling sound.Yang Guo's expression kept changing, at this moment, a high-pitched "cuckoo" sound came out from the forest, and a mighty and tall eagle came out, with two big wings flapping around, annoyed the people on both sides. Snow flutters.

Yang Guo strode over and touched the eagle's wings.Da Diao seemed to sense Yang Guo's uneasy heart, and he didn't move, just groaning softly, as if to comfort him.Yang Guo touched the big eagle, and said in a low voice: "Brother Diao, do you think he is Wen'er, has he come back..."

There was hope and uneasiness in his voice. He didn't dare to place too much hope, but he still hoped silently in his heart, because ten years of living like a walking dead almost made him despair.As if seeing Yang Guo's uneasiness and hesitation, the big eagle let out a "cuckoo" sound, and pushed Yang Guo into the wooden house with its wings.

Yang Guo looked at Da Diao's gaze, and smiled self-deprecatingly, in this state, even Brother Diao would look down on him.He turned around and walked into the house. Just as he reached the door, his expression changed. He pushed open the door and walked to the bed. When he saw the person who looked peaceful just now, his face was flushed and he kept talking.

"It hurts...Yang Guo..."

"Yang Guo... I'm sorry..."

"Brother...why are you doing this to me..."

Wu Xiuwen has been running around in the heavy snow for the past few days, and his spirit has always been highly nervous. Now that he finally arrived at the place, and seeing Yang Guo's appearance again, his heart hurts again, and finally he couldn't hold it anymore and collapsed.Although Yang Guo had given a lot of medicine before, he still couldn't suppress the menacing illness, causing Wu Xiuwen to immediately develop a high fever, his mind was in a daze, and he began to talk nonsense.

For a while, he complained coquettishly about how painful it was, for a while he apologized full of guilt, and for a while he asked his elder brother angrily why he treated him like this.Tears kept streaming down the corners of his eyes, and his face was flushed abnormally.In fact, when Wu Santong took him away, the only thing Wu Xiuwen complained about was Wu Dunru, because he didn't care about other people, and because he didn't care, he wasn't sad.And if it wasn't for Wu Dunru, how could he be so defenseless and easily restrained by Wu Santong.Wu Dunru, that is the big brother who grew up together, why would the relatives he considers in the world treat him like this.

Yang Guo listened to the words that the person on the bed kept uttering, his eyes were lowered so that people couldn't see the expressions in them, when Wu Xiuwen cried out in pain again, he seemed to react suddenly, a little flustered, sat down, his hands trembling Caressing that person's flushed face, seeing that person reflexively rubbing against his hand, a bright smile appeared on Yang Guo's face.

Gently helped the person on the bed, put his hands on the person's back, and began to slowly transmit the internal force. When he felt the other person's fragile meridians, he frowned slightly, and then became more careful. , Feeling a slight blockage, there is no reckless impact, but slowly backed out.

Putting the person flat on the bed, looking at the person's flushed face, touching it with his hands, the burning sensation made him frown, he got up and walked to the cabinet, poured a white pill from a blue bottle, Come over and stuff it into that mouth.It didn't take long for the flush on Wu Xiuwen's face to subside, but what followed was that he began to cry "cold" continuously.

Yang Guo seemed to have known this would happen a long time ago, he was not in a hurry, took off his coat, went to bed and hugged the person on the bed, looking at the person curled up in his arms, a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.