Chapter 321 Everyone Needs an Explanation

How can I not care?

How can I not care?

That’s Meng Zhi.

Three years ago, Meng Zhi was still the unbridled and flamboyant person.

Meng Zhi, the one who always has a sour face but a hard mouth but a soft heart.

He has become a confused and dazed walking corpse like today.

Ye Xingzhou didn't dare to think about it, let alone believe that Meng Zhi would become like this.

The facts were right before his eyes, reminding him of Meng Zhi's changes all the time.

After Ye Xingzhou's death.

Meng Zhi's heart was empty.

This reunion seems like a lifetime ago.

Just a glance.

Ye Xingzhou felt a lump in his throat when he saw the unremovable gloom in Meng Zhi's eyes.

Twenty-one-year-old Meng Zhi.

There is no vitality at all.

That lively person.

Died before the spring flood, died after the spring rain when all things revived.

Along with my heart, I was immersed in the bottom of the lake, it was extremely cold and there was no sunlight.

Years pass, years go by, and days change.

The rain has grown moss on the tile-roofed house, and the maple leaves in the mountains have turned green and red.

The cycle of the four seasons has wasted too much time.

In just these three years, everything has changed dramatically.

The living are full of pain.

Meng Zhi stood still.

The spiritual fruits brought to please Ren Wangzhu were scattered all over the ground.

His long hair covered his eyes, and his skinny bones were covered only by skin.

A gentle breeze seems to be able to blow people down.

In the blink of an eye, the hair pricked my eyes, and my eye sockets suddenly felt very sore.

The tears have run out and the people are wounded.

The emotions that had been hidden for three years, the people who had been crying in the haze for three years, gradually blossomed.

Obviously, he didn't shed a single tear when Ye Xingzhou died.

Now, why do my eyes feel sore and my vision is blurred again?

Those belated emotions, those emotions that are deliberately suppressed and ignored.

At this moment, the waves surged.

The sourness cannot be suppressed and spreads all over the body, and the hands and feet are numb.

My throat was so tight that I couldn't say a word.

It was the spring flood that trapped Meng Zhi for three years, and brought about the blooming of apricots in February.

In the maple forest where we first met.

Meet old friends again.

"Junior Brother."

Ye Xingzhou's call was definitely in his ears.

A tear rolled down silently.

From the corner of the eye, it slid across the cheek and hit the maple leaves on the ground.

Meng Zhi wiped away her tears in embarrassment.

then.

Get down on your knees.

Facing Ye Xingzhou.

Bow your head heavily.

The thin spine bent.

He is atoning for his sins.

He wanted to open his mouth and say the apology that was three years late.

The voice is very hoarse.

My throat was choked and I couldn't utter a word.

Ye Xingzhou was startled for a moment by Meng Zhi's kneeling, and after he came to his senses, he hurried to pull the person away.

Ren Wangzhu pursed his lips, looked at the thin figure, and was at a loss for words.

"Junior brother, I'm still alive."

Ye Xingzhou went to help the person, but Meng Zhi avoided the approaching hand.

Ye Xingzhou was stunned.

When Meng Zhi raised her head, tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Junior Brother."

Ye Xingzhou's voice became a little softer.

Meng Zhi avoided Ye Xingzhou's sight.

With one hand supporting the ground, he silently picked up one spiritual fruit after another.

The words that were not spoken were hidden in the overflowing tears.

Tears bloom on the maple leaves, drop by drop, speaking to each other.

A tear fell on the back of my hand.

It was obviously cold, but it made Ye Xingzhou's fingertips tremble.

Ren Wangzhu said nothing, hiding his resistance, picked up a spiritual fruit and put it into his cloth bag.

He wanted to pretend.

He didn't want Ye Xingzhou to find out that things between them were no longer the same as before.

How could Ye Xingzhou not see through such a poor disguise?

I've been away for too long, and there are many feelings, but Ye Xingzhou thought it was just three years ago.

The beauty of three years ago.

The rift three years later.

Even if you try your best to hide it, it still can't be hidden from the eyes.

Meng Zhi was not the only one trapped in the mist and rain for three years.

Every one of Ye Xingzhou’s companions.

This haze lasted for three years and tore through countless holes.

A feeling of frustration welled up in my heart.

Ye Xingzhou closed his eyes.

If he had come back earlier, things wouldn't be like this today.

Meng Zhi picked up the cloth bag and walked away silently along the path.

Ren Wangzhu wiped his face and said, "Brother, go talk to him."

"After you left, Meng Zhi rarely spoke."

Ren Wangzhu stood up and was actually on the same level as Ye Xingzhou.

"Brother, I'll wait for you in the house."

Ren Wangzhu didn't want to see Ye Xingzhou in trouble.

Take the initiative to make concessions.

Besides, he also owed Meng Zhi.

I owe you too much.

Similarly, he could not accept Meng Zhi.

Manipulated by two extreme emotions, Ren Wangzhu can only seek Ye Xingzhou's help.

Ye Xingzhou said, "I'll take you back first."

After all, the fuse still came from him.

Ren Wangzhu's simple mind made Ye Xingzhou ignore Ren Wangzhu's opinion.

He only cared about treating Ren Wangzhu with his own understanding and methods.

I don't know when I forgot to ask Ren Wangzhu's opinion.

After he left, the fuse exploded completely.

It has become like this today.

Even if the jade is broken, the cracks will still be there even if it is put back together.

"Brother, I can go back by myself."

Ren Wangzhu unexpectedly refused.

"Meng Zhi went to the inner gate."

Ye Xingzhou lowered his eyes and said, "Okay."

*

I can't stop crying.

It can't be wiped off no matter what.

Blurred vision.

Meng Zhi walked faster and faster.

Almost fled the land.

The surging emotions are hard to express.

He really wanted to question Ye Xingzhou.

Ask him where he has been these past three years.

Why leave him alone?

But he saw the scar on Ye Xingzhou's forehead.

All the questions were swallowed into my throat and I couldn't speak.

I couldn't even pronounce his name.

Ye Xingzhou has been away for three years.

How has Ye Xingzhou been doing in the past three years?

Those questions disappeared in the scars.

When Ye Xingzhou came back, he had already exhausted all his strength.

As the culprit of everything, what basis does Meng Zhi have to question?

Everything is caused by him.

He brought disaster after disaster to Ye Xingzhou.

His name is Meng Zhi.

We can’t harm Ye Xingzhou anymore.

Meng Zhi's fingertips trembled and she almost couldn't hold the cloth bag.

Avoiding Ye Xingzhou is not because of resistance.

Meng Zhi felt guilty and didn't dare to face it.

Also, I can't face it anymore.

At this time, Xiang Xiuyuan came hurriedly.

"Junior Brother Meng."

"Junior Brother Ye's soul lamp is lit..."

His hurried words were choked when he saw Meng Zhi crying.

His sight shifted another half inch.

Behind Meng Zhi was Ye Xingzhou who was chasing after him.

He changed into ordinary clothes, his long hair was flowing, his eyebrows and eyes were still clear and elegant, only his black eyes emitted an amber light in the sunlight.

People who have been dead for three years, people who have been missing for three years.

Back.

Alive, back.

Bringing the wind across the mountains and the fragrance of ripe wild fruits.

Appeared one day without any warning.

Appeared in Yantian Sect.

Appear before your eyes.

Xiang Xiuyuan stood there in a daze.

"Ye...Xingzhou."

He hesitated and uttered these three words slowly, which had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

Fortunately, the living Ye Xingzhou responded.

"Brother Xiang, it's a long story. I'm not dead."

After Ye Xingzhou finished speaking, he quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to stop Meng Zhi.

As soon as he raised his hand, he thought of Meng Zhi's resistance and changed direction in mid-air.

Meng Zhi's eyes dodged, avoiding Ye Xingzhou's eager gaze, and he didn't dare to respond.

He raised his foot to leave.

Ye Xingzhou spoke.

"Junior brother, don't go."

"Let me explain."

"Everyone needs an explanation."

*

Three years.

Enough to forget a lot.

There are new disciples who look unfamiliar, and old disciples who look familiar.

Ye Xingzhou came back to life.

Just weird enough, but not enough to make waves.

And his identity as the direct disciple of Immortal Wujian was enough to cause a stir.

It doesn’t matter if there are still people who don’t know me.

Bring out Zhao Feng's painting of beauties.

A picture of a beauty came out.

Forget about the waves, it's a tsunami.

This thing is pleasing to the eyes, and with its ups and downs of the plot, everyone loves to watch it.

"The Immortal Wujian's personal disciple has returned!"

"Who is it?"

"Ye Xingzhou."

"I don't know him."

"The person who used her beauty to drive her rival Wu Shengtai crazy is back."

"I don't know. Two fish playing in the water and pecking at lotus leaves under the moonlight are more famous than this."

"Beauty Picture, the prototype of Beauty Picture is back!"

"Hey, I'm excited now that you mention it."

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