Volume 2, Chapter 129: Letter from Watching Chess.
Ye Tingmu looked around for Dahei's trace.
I only saw the tree where I used to be, but there was no big black.
Only Yu Shou lay there quietly.
"They...are gone!"
The hoarse voice of Yue Mingfeng sounded in the cold wind.
Fall into the ears of everyone.
It makes people stunned.
Ye Tingmu was also a little confused.
He asked, “Where did you go?”
Yue Mingfeng was still sitting in the snow, then he raised his head and looked at the sky with his vicissitudes eyes.
He let the snowflakes fall and enter his eyes without blinking.
"It went to heaven!"
With a humming sound.
Ye Tingmu only felt a tinnitus in his ears.
That word they!
His expression suddenly changed, and then he rushed towards Jiwa's room like a gust of wind.
He was the first to kick open the rooms where Guanqi, Jinghong and Qingfeng used to stay.
Accompanied by a "clang" sound.
The door opened.
But there was nothing inside, only neatly folded bedding placed at the head of the bed.
He didn't stop and kicked Fenghe's door open again.
There was still nothing inside.
He wandered around the entire Fourth Prince's Mansion like a madman.
Ask everyone you meet.
But the answers I got were all "I don't know" and "I've never seen it".
He lost his former composure.
Just like a child.
Start yelling.
"Watching chess..."
"The breeze..."
"Second brother..."
"Where are you?"
However, the sound echoed, but there was no response.
He wandered back to the front of the courtyard like a lost ghost.
Look at the painting on the wall.
I feel inexplicably tight in my chest.
"That's not the case. It can't be that way..."
He muttered to himself.
Shake head from time to time.
Everyone fell silent.
No one spoke.
The truth is often cruel.
But they had already guessed the truth.
There was silence.
Ye Tingmu looked at the stone wall in front of him.
The sound was like the remnant soul in hell, suffering all kinds of torture.
"When did you leave?"
"At dawn."
The dialogue, one sentence at a time, is pale and powerless.
Expressionless and persistent numbness.
They come in groups of three or two, each with their own concerns.
Zhou Heisan looked at the place where Dahei used to lie.
Without saying a word, he subconsciously clenched his fists together.
There was a hint of bitterness on the little monk's lips.
Shake head from time to time.
But Ye Tingmu never moved.
Just standing there like this.
Any cold wind.
Is this wind cold?
Ye Tingmu didn’t know, he only knew that this coldness was nothing compared to the coldness in his heart.
He didn't know why they left.
Why leave without saying goodbye?
Yue Mingfeng stood up.
Walking outside, passing by Ye Tingmu.
The two of them stood back to back.
"They left a letter for you. It's on the table."
Ye Tingmu nodded.
"Yeah, okay!"
"I'm leaving."
Ye Tingmu still didn't look back.
He knew that Guanqi's move should be a fatal blow to Yue Mingfeng.
"Are you...coming back?"
Yue Mingfeng frowned.
The tone became hard.
“I will not leave seclusion until I become a saint.” After saying this, he took a step forward, flew into the air, and jumped over the high wall.
Ye Tingmu also turned around and wanted to walk into the house.
Everyone's eyes met.
Look worried.
"Brother...are you okay?"
"master!"
Ye Tingmu waved his hand.
"Everyone, go down and stop gathering here."
His tone was calm, less excited than usual.
Look at his back.
Xu Ping'an and others fell into silence.
They have been living with Ye Tingmu's family day and night.
The bond between the five siblings was something they envied.
The depth of their feelings.
Better than anyone.
They knew that Ye Tingmu must be feeling bad.
But they could do nothing.
Wan Jin said, "Master, he must be very sad, right?"
Li Gao patted his shoulder.
Said: 'Gone...'
Even if Ye Tingmu felt uncomfortable, they still couldn't do anything.
Perhaps the young monk is more experienced in matters like this.
Only self-healing.
Solvable.
There are thousands of illnesses in the world, but the only illness that cannot be cured is longing.
Ye Tingmu entered the house.
Looking at the table, he slowly walked over.
There were four letters placed under the cloth bag, lined up in a row.
Three of the letters were written personally by my eldest brother.
A letter: Written by Ye Tingmu himself.
He sat down at the table.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the four letters.
His hand was the one that held the sword, and it was always steady.
But at this moment he was trembling.
Unable to stop shaking.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself not to make a sound.
My heart felt like someone was scraping it again and again with a knife.
It turns out that separation really hurts the heart.
He took one of them.
Place in the palm of your hand.
Caressing gently.
I cursed in my heart.
"Grow up, little brat, and learn to leave without saying goodbye."
He hesitated for a long time before he chose to open the envelope.
Now that things have come to this, what can we do?
He knew where they had gone, more than three days ago.
Dahei once told himself that one day he would take Qingfeng away.
But he really didn't expect it.
Three kids walked away.
He would rather Feng He not draw the magic knife.
That way, they can still stay by his side.
Spread out the rice paper.
The beautiful handwriting comes into view.
This is the word for watching chess.
Big brother!
When you see this letter, my second brother and I will have already left, more than three days ago, to the place where you will also go in the future.
Am I so powerful that I can even go to heaven?
Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, and also forgive my sudden appearance. After we leave, you must take good care of yourself, and we will meet again.
Brother, do you know?
I...really, really, can't bear to leave you.
I have a lot to say to you, so much.
But I don’t want my brother to see me crying.
I'm sure I'll be very sad too, haha.
Also, brother...don't cry, otherwise you will be sad while watching chess, very sad, very sad.
Hehe! Stop rambling again, now let’s get down to business.
Actually, brother, you know that the second brother is the Demon Lord, the third brother is the Taoist Ancestor, and the younger sister is the Demon Ancestor. Do you think they are very powerful?
Let me tell you, I am actually the best.
I am the legendary daughter of Heaven.
Did it scare you? Hehe.
Well... I come from the Boundary Sea, where they call me the Saint of the Long River, the daughter of the Boundary Spirit.
I remember my brother used to say, "You are the one who picked us up."
Actually, no, it’s the brother we found.
Isn't it surprising?
So...bro, I'm sorry!
Without us, you wouldn't have suffered so much.
I'm really sorry.
But Guan Qi didn't want to regret it.
Even if our choice hurts our brother.
But Guanqi really likes his elder brother and is eager to spend time with him.
If I could go back in time, I would probably still make the same choice.
Isn't that very selfish?
But there is no way, Guanqi really loves the big brother.
I like my big brother to hold me up high, I like my big brother to hug me, and I like every story he tells me.
Actually, you know what? Brother, I used to be very lonely.
That sea of boundaries is huge and boundless, but I am the only one there.
I don't know how long I stayed there.
In short, it will be right for a long, long time.
Until later...
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