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A hundred years of panic is like a waking nightmare. Nanfeng sinks and struggles in it every day, sinking deeper and deeper. Sometimes he will have some unnecessary reverie, for example, if one day Shen Quehan comes back, he can't tell the difference. It is clear whether this person is real or a phantom.But often as soon as this idea appeared, reason would coldly ring the alarm in his mind, telling him that that person would never come back.

But when Shen Quehan really appeared in front of him, even though his appearance changed drastically, all the imagined hesitation and hesitation disappeared in front of the deity, just like when the sun rises, the frost and dew on the grass blades naturally melt and evaporate.

"Brother."

He muttered, reaching out his free hand to touch Shen Quehan's cheek.Only then did Shen Quehan remember that he still had the Phantom Talisman attached, so he tore it off with his backhand——

Like a drop of water falling into a lake, ripples appeared in the air, and his true face slowly emerged from the water waves, with sculpted eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a high nose and diamond lips, and his skin looked particularly cold and white under the light. A face that has been seen thousands of times, but also forgotten in 100 years.

It still looked the same as before, not even a single wrinkle was long.

The hand that was trying to touch him hung in the air for a moment, and finally closed tightly, hugging him into his arms with a bang.

"Brother..."

Nanfeng seemed to have temporarily lost the ability to speak completely, and would only hug him with all his strength, calling his senior brother over and over again.With difficulty, Shen Quehan pulled out an arm from his iron hoop-like embrace, and skillfully wrapped it around the back of Nanfeng's neck, his slender and warm knuckles slid down one by one like stroking a cat: "It's okay, ah ? Senior brother is here, it’s all right.”

While stroking his hair, he did not forget to wink at the stunned Xi Ling, signaling him to go out first.Poor little devil has never seen such a shocking scene at such a big age, he even forgot how to walk, turned into a wisp of black air on the spot, bumped into the four legs of the table in a row, stumbled and slipped away against the wall .

Since Shen Quehan opened his eyes, he has no real feeling about 100 years. Due to the lack of objects to refer to, he always seems to be floating on cotton.But at the moment when he really encountered the south wind, those knife-like years finally whizzed down and engraved into his consciousness - Shen Quehan used to bend slightly when hugging his little junior brother, but now he has to slightly upward Only by raising your head can you put your chin on Nanfeng's shoulder.

These unsuitable corners and corners are the years he missed.

Fortunately, the outline of the embrace has not changed, so that they can still fit each other after crossing the long distance between life and death.

"Nanfeng." Shen Quehan followed Nanfeng's back tirelessly, and freed his other hand, put his arms around his waist and patted gently. It was the same trick he used to coax his junior brother, whispering some insignificant words to distract him. His attention said, "Silly boy, before you find out your identity, you can't just hug me like this. What if I'm an assassin pretending to harm you? This one is enough to stab you right through."

"It's not fake."

Nanfeng's retorting voice came from his temple, through a mask, it seemed muffled, and he didn't know if he was crying or not.

Shen Quehan rubbed his long hair casually, and smiled lightly and lowly, as if coaxing him to speak, the tender love in his tone was almost overflowing: "So sure?"

Nanfeng embeds him a little deeper in his arms. It is not just that he is afraid that he will be gone if he lets go, but that the emptiness that has accumulated over the years will suddenly leak, and the joints in his bones are clamoring and aching. If you don't hold him With a hundred claws scratching his heart, he said, "I just know."

He still remembers the day when Shen Quehan received the letter and left Jiuyun Mountain to go to Songhua City. It was an ordinary morning. He accompanied Shen Quehan all the way to the gate of the mountain. Get up: "Brother, how long will it take you to come back?"

"I haven't walked a mile yet, ancestor." Seeing that he was so clingy and funny, Shen Quehan couldn't help teasing him deliberately, "Are you so reluctant to let senior brother go out?"

Nanfeng raised his thick black eyelashes like a small fan, and gave him a silent glance with his eyes. Without comment, he just smoothed a wrinkle on his collar, and said lightly: "Go early and return early. If you don't return in half a month, I'll go find you myself, and I'll do what I say."

"Yes——" Shen Quehan dragged his voice, "I must keep in mind that I will never work like a young hero." He scratched Nanfeng's face with his fingers in an awkward manner: "Okay, hurry up My face is sullen. So, when I come back, I will bring you the special products of Songhua City, okay?"

Although Nanfeng was not interested in specialties, but in order to flatter Shen Quehan, he still pretended to be concerned and asked, "Okay. What specialties are there in that place?"

"Well," Shen Quehan said seriously, "Preserved eggs."

south wind:"……"

He walked away against the wind amidst laughter, leaving Nanfeng standing outside the mountain gate, half annoyed as he watched his figure drift away——

Finally, farewell.

Those were the last words Shen Quehan left for him.

Songhua City got its name because of the pine forests planted all over it and the evergreen never withering. There is no such specialty as preserved eggs. Only Shen Quehan, a boring person in the world, would seriously combine two things that had nothing to do with each other in order to deceive children. Crap together.

So Nanfeng knew that it was him.Even if the shell was changed, the mannerisms in his tone and even the inadvertent evil taste, these habits engraved in his soul, are enough to become clues for Nanfeng to trace back to the source.

Don't say it's just a stabbing, even if he wants to wade through the mountains of swords and fires, he still has to grasp this fleeting clue,

The two of them hugged each other motionlessly, until the cold wind came in from the four wide open doors, the lights in the back kitchen flickered, and finally they couldn't be bothered, and went out with a whimper.Only then did Shen Quehan wake up from the increasingly viscous reunion atmosphere, and carefully patted Nan Feng on the shoulder: "Is it better?"

Nanfeng refused to speak, and buried himself on his shoulder and took a deep breath, as if the frozen person had finally warmed up, so relying on the warmth in his chest, he bowed and carried Shen Quehan on his shoulder without saying a word, A black hole-like crack was torn open from mid-air, and he walked in with great strides.

This time, he won't let go no matter what.

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Preview of the next issue: There is no little black room, no blackening, and no plot of this or that kind, so please don't look forward to it.