summer thunderstorm

"My name is He Xiangchen, I am 3 years older than you, you can call me Big Brother!"

"Little Tiger, Jinglei is taking a nap with Mr. Let's not bother, why don't we go to sleep too."

"Xiaohu, I don't want to be separated from you, I have to take good care of myself in the future."

"Xiaohu, I like you, shall we be together?"

"Nie Jingming! Are all those affections fake?"

"it is good."

……

"Xiaohu, I really have to leave. From now on, I can't be with you anymore. He Xiangchen only loves Sun Xiaohu in his life..."

don't go!Xiang Chen!Please!don't go!

"Master...Master...Master..." Nie Jingming was still awake from his sleep, and Xiaosi outside the bed tent kept calling him anxiously and worriedly.

"what happened?"

"Master, the emperor is here..."

Nie Jingming turned his head and saw that there was indeed someone beside Xiao Si. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the dream just now, which was so real, and his heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly got out of bed in a hurry, and subconsciously shouted: " Brother Jinglei."

With a deep expression on his face, Luo Jinglei swung Xiao Si back, walked to his side, and handed over the things in his hand.

As if he knew what was written on this thin piece of paper, Nie Jingming stared at it blankly with a pale face, his fingertips were trembling, and he didn't dare to pick it up, "He..."

"Jingming," Luo Jinglei put the paper in his hands, "he's in the village, I'll accompany you to have a look." At this time, Luo Jinglei is not a generation of emperors, but a good brother.

Raising his head suddenly, Nie Jingming clenched the paper tightly in his hands, and asked in a trembling voice, "Can we go now?"

"it is good."

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There are not many people living in the village under the Wuming Mountain, and there are many different surnames. The origin is unclear, and people are used to associating it with the Wuming Mountain, so it is also called the Wuming Village.

Since the arrival of He Shuyun and his group, the village has become much more lively, and people who study literature and martial arts have gradually become more common, and it has become another paradise. Therefore, the villagers are also grateful to He Shuyun and others.

It's just that today, the He family is gloomy, and the people in the village are also sad.

"Sorry, Mr. Ling..."

"Forget it, let's go out..."

He Shuyun is no longer that elegant prince. His white hair, old age and tiredness can't hide his sadness. Inside the room is his son who can't wake up. He hasn't seen him for so many years, but he looks like this when he meets again. Black-haired man, what could kill him more than this.

He Shuyun, who carefully sorted out his son's remains, didn't notice Xia Qiuyu standing at the door, or rather, he didn't want to see Xia Qiuyu. Even though he knew that Xia Qiuyu was not to blame for this, it was hard not to blame him, even Bai Shao and the others. He went too late, saved Xia Qiuyu, but failed to save his own son.

Xia Qiuyu also didn't dare to step into this room. He could understand this complaint, and he could even feel that this complaint was already a belief in supporting the father's survival.

When he couldn't hold on that day, masters Bai Shao and Ye Xuan rushed to rescue him, but the master said that they could not save He Xiangchen - a person who has no desire to survive.

"Go back, this matter is Ye Xiao's fault, you don't need to blame yourself." Ye Xuan appeared beside him at some time, with a worried look on her face, he still remembered that the two rushed to check because Bai Shao was worried. But when he found out what his sister had done, he was furious and ordered the members of the Seven Sects to take Ye Xiao back to the Sky Eagle Sect, and he was not allowed to go out for half a step. If so, the mistakes he made can no longer be made up for.

Xia Qiuyu shook his head, and left here silently. The master had ordered him to go and look for him before, but he came here first after waking up, but he had never been there before.

After returning from Kyoto, they all lived in He's house, a country house, the house is not big, Bai Shao and Ye Xuan's guest room is very close to Xia Qiuyu's house.

"Master." Xia Qiuyu knocked on the door.

"come in."

"You are here." Bai Shao in the room was tossing some things, without raising her head, "I know you are sad, but people's hearts are hard to control. I think He Shuyun should look away, and he will be preparing for the funeral in a few days."

Xia Qiuyu was silent and didn't speak. Looking at the things in the master's hands, she felt even more sad. Those things belonged to He Xiangchen. The master probably took them from Wuming Mountain on purpose. These things should be returned to He Shuyun, "Thank you, master."

Bai Shao heard the words, looked up at him, her posture was still cold and arrogant, "Why thank me."

Even though Bai Shao was cold and arrogant, Xia Qiuyu could still feel the worry for him from his eyes. He suddenly felt why he had to be protected and loved by so many people even though he had done nothing, "Master, why did you accept me as an apprentice back then?"

"Entrusted by others." Bai Shao sorted out all the things, wrapped them together and put them on the table.

Xia Qiuyu could have imagined how Bai Shao with such a character would appear in Xia Mansion for no reason, and wanted to accept him as a disciple by name, teach him everything, and treat him like a son. This must be due to a reason, " Is it because of daddy, Helian is ruthless?"

Bai Shao was a little surprised, he never thought that Xia Qiuyu would recognize Helian Wuqing as his father, he sighed secretly, he had received Helian Wuqing's help and teaching back then, and now there is nothing wrong with repaying Helian Wuqing's son, it's a pity that he and Xia Qiuyu Like Danfang, he didn't protect Xia Qiuyu well.

It is rare for Xia Qiuyu to see Bai Shao pondering and recalling, this appearance also made Xia Qiuyu guess one or two, is it really because of Helian's ruthlessness?The biological father who obviously didn't want him, but arranged for him everywhere.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, looked at the package on the table, and changed the subject, "Are you going to take these?"

"Well, you..." Bai Shao hesitated to speak, "Forget it, you go."

Xia Qiuyu knew what Bai Shao didn't say, and she just wanted to comfort him again, but he might not be able to forgive himself, holding things in a numb manner, but thinking of Luo Jinglei, He Xiangchen, and Nie Jingming in Wuming Mountain and Wuming Village in his mind. The days are so carefree.He suddenly realized that maybe he was wrong at the beginning, he shouldn't have listened to his father's words, he shouldn't have supported his father to let Luo Jinglei go back to the palace to fight for the throne.

In that case, wouldn't so many sad things happen, and He Xiangchen wouldn't die...

But if there is no if, Xia Qiuyu sadly sent the things to the place he had just been to - He Xiangchen's room, Ye Xuan was still standing not far away, not talking, He Shuyun was not the only one in the room, there were many people kneeling beside He Shuyun, Upon closer inspection, they were all brought by He Shuyun.

Xia Qiuyu didn't approach because he heard He Shuyun ordering the funeral arrangements. Those men who had shed blood and sweat all had red eyes and didn't answer or interrupt. Apart from sadness, their expressions were more concerned with them. The old master's worries.

"It's all gone..."

He Shuyun hoarsely withdrew the crowd, and waited for everyone to leave, then looked at Xia Qiuyu, it was indeed the thing in his hand, and waved at him wearily.

Xia Qiuyu went in with He Shuyun, Xia Qiuyu went into the room to see He Xiangchen for the first time after waking up, He Xiangchen on the bed seemed to have just fallen asleep, changed into exquisite Chinese clothes, her hair was combed, her face without any trace of blood was serene and peaceful , but everyone knows that this child who once fell ill in bed, this young man who used to practice sword relentlessly, this man who used to gallop on the battlefield, now he can never wake up again...

"I'm sorry..." Xia Qiuyu could only say these three words feebly.

He Shuyun was stunned for a moment, then smiled, but the smile was so sad, the tears of blood seemed to be in his eyes, but he refused to fall, "What's wrong? When I asked Xiang Chen to follow you, I had already made preparations for this .”

It's all a lie, no father would think that his son would die, just like he never thought about what would happen to him when Luo Jinglei died...

"I want to hear about Xiang Chen, and about him and...Jing Ming." Although He Xiangchen and Nie Jingming didn't deliberately send the news back, they didn't deliberately conceal it. He Shuyun naturally knew a thing or two, even if he didn't know it at the beginning. Disagree, but now it is useless.

"Okay." Although Xia Qiuyu is not as familiar with He Xiangchen as Luo Jinglei, he is familiar with Nie Jingming. After the two of them were together, Nie Jingming always talked about He Xiangchen. This also let Xia Qiuyu know a lot about them.

One by one, he told this father about He Xiangchen. In this room, only Xia Qiuyu was silent. The old father had been strong and did not shed tears, but at this moment, he was full of tears. Maybe he regretted it. , Regret sending his son to a place of right and wrong.

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The funeral was quickly started, and only stayed in the hall for three days. Nie Mingyuan and another confidant of He Shuyun carried the coffin in person, with red eyes, all the way to the cemetery chosen by He Shuyun.

Xia Qiuyu was dressed in white, supporting He Shuyun who was dressed in mourning, a group of people walked slowly, crying came from the mouths of many women, yellow paper scattered in the air, the sky was overcast, just like the day when Luo Jingyi was forced into the palace .

The tomb had already been dug, and the coffin was placed in the tomb, but the soil had not been buried for a long time. He Shuyun did not give an order, and no one dared to remind him, and he was even more reluctant to let the dead be in the dark from now on.

After what seemed like a long time, He Shuyun waved his hand and signaled for the burial.

The men surrounding the tomb nodded silently. One of the men shoveled a shovel of soil and scattered it on the coffin, and then the other men started to shovel the soil like him, planning to bury the coffin.

"Stop! No one is allowed! No one is allowed to touch him!"

Shouts came from a distance, the men were stunned for a moment, and their movements really stopped. Two horses came galloping and stopped not far away, and the two men who got off immediately ran towards them. I can see their embarrassment.

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