Chapter 94 Shangguan Qing sends Yu Simin away



A few days later.

Yu Simin suddenly told Shangguan Qing that he was leaving the capital.

Shangguan Qing didn't ask the reason, just sent him to the airport and then parted ways.

On the plane, Yu Simin sat in the VIP seat and the flight attendant helped him put his luggage.

Two minutes later, another passenger sat on his other side.

"Have you thought it through?" the passenger asked him.

Yu Simin looked at him sideways, calmly and distantly, "I can't rely on you, so I can only do it myself. Yu Hai, stop causing me trouble."

Yu Simin closed his eyes to rest, but a desolate picture of the far north had already been drawn in his mind.

After the plane landed, he stepped into a world covered in silver. The cold wind cut his face like a knife and snowflakes were flying all over the sky.

He took a deep breath that seemed to freeze his heart and lungs.

In the distance, the endless snow-capped mountains are glowing with a faint blue light under the setting sun, which is the guidance of the ancient black iron.

Yu Simin tightened his coat and set out on the road leading deep into the snow-capped mountains. Every step he took on the thick and soft snow made a squeaking sound, lonely and firm.

The night was falling, and the stars were dotted. He looked up at the sky and said silently in his heart: "Xuan Tie, I, Yu Simin, will definitely take you back."

Yu Hai patted Yu Simin's shoulder gently, a subtle complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "I? I plan to go to the south to see the primeval forest. I wish you good luck, Simin, find your black iron, and find your own answer."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the crowd, gradually disappearing at the other end of the security checkpoint.

Yu Simin looked at his back, and a warm feeling inexplicably surged in her heart, but was soon dispersed by the cold wind.

He looked up at the gray sky, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was talking to an invisible fate. Then he took a step forward and continued to move towards the unknown and mysterious challenge deep in the snow-capped mountains.

Yu Simin smiled disdainfully, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and that smile froze into frost in the cold wind.

"Yu Hai, in the final analysis, you are still so selfish. You even completely forgot the task assigned by the master."

His words echoed in the empty snow, as if even the snowflakes were frozen by his cold words.

Yu Simin's gaze passed through the flying snowflakes and fell on the top of the towering snow-capped mountain in the distance. There lay his goal, which was also his challenge to fate.

He tightened the bag in his hands and took more determined steps. Every step seemed to declare to this vast land: even if he is fighting alone.

He also vowed to complete his mission and show that selfish man what true loyalty and perseverance are.

Yu Simin's disdain turned into a sneer, which sounded particularly harsh in the silent snowy area.

He slowly pulled out the short blade hidden at his waist. The cold light looked even colder against the backdrop of snowflakes, as if even the air was cut by this sharp blade.

He stared at the tip of the blade and whispered to himself, "The trust of the master is heavier than Mount Tai. You can forget it in the sea, but I, Yu Simin, swear to forge a path of loyalty with my flesh and blood."

After saying this, he suddenly thrust the short blade into the snow pile beside him until the handle was gone.

That firm posture is like carving an indelible oath on the vast earth.

The wind and snow around him seemed to have stopped, leaving only his lonely and determined figure, continuing to move forward under the witness of the snow-capped mountains.

Shangguan Qing returned to the antique shop. Under the dim light inside the shop, dust danced slowly in the beams of light.

She gently pushed the door open, and once again only she and her subordinate Youxuan were left in the store.

Youxuan was wiping an ancient piece of porcelain with his head down, looking focused and pious.

The intricate patterns on the porcelain glow with a warm luster under the light, like a whisper that travels through time and space.

Shangguan Qing walked slowly to the counter, his eyes fell on the porcelain in Youxuan's hand, and a hint of imperceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes.

The store is so quiet that the only sounds you can hear are the subtle rustling of porcelain against cloth and the occasional sound of wind chimes coming from outside the window. The clear and melodious sound adds a bit of vitality to this old space.

Youxuan raised his head, his eyes gently penetrating the dim light and shadow in the store and falling on Shangguan Qing's slightly lonely figure.

He gently put down the porcelain in his hand, walked slowly to her side, his voice low and warm,

"Sir Shangguan, no matter how stormy this world is, don't you still have me by your side?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently patted Shangguan Qing's shoulder. The warmth of his palm seemed to dispel the chill in her heart.

Shangguan Qing turned his head and met Youxuan's caring eyes. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, like a ray of sunshine in winter, warm and bright.

She nodded slightly, a hint of gratitude flashed in her eyes, and then the two of them smiled at each other. The smile seemed particularly warm under the dim light, as if even the dust in the air was moved by it.

Shangguan Qing smiled, his eyes passing through the dim lights in the store to the endless night sky outside the window.

He whispered, "People come and go in this world, die and are born again, born and die again, what is the meaning of this?"

There was a hint of confusion in her words, like the farthest stars in the night sky, flickering with a puzzled light.

When Youxuan heard this, his eyes became deep.

He slowly walked to the window, stood side by side with Shangguan Qing, and looked at the vast sea of ​​stars outside the window.

He whispered, "Perhaps, it is this endless cycle that gives meaning to our existence. Every life and death is a profound interpretation of life, and every encounter is a clever arrangement of fate."

Your mysterious gaze gently brushed across the night outside the window, as if it could penetrate the endless darkness and reach the farthest place.

He sighed softly, his voice echoing in the quiet store, with a barely perceptible sigh: "I don't understand much, but I am grateful for the people and things I meet every day, they are all gifts to me.

Just like this old porcelain, after countless years, it can still shine with a warm luster in my hands. This is a tribute to time and a miracle of life. "

As he spoke, he reached out and gently stroked the surface of the porcelain. The intricate patterns danced on his fingertips, as if whispering ancient legends, adding a touch of mystery to the quiet night.

Shangguan Qing walked out of the antique shop, taking light steps, and slowly walked towards the beach outside the shop.

The sea breeze, with a little saltiness and coolness, blew gently across her cheek and lifted her hair slightly.

She was wrapped in a thick blanket, sitting on a protruding rock by the sea, her feet dangling in the air, her eyes gazing at the deep and mysterious ocean.

The waves gently hit the rocks, making a pleasant sound, like nature's lullaby.

The moonlight sprinkled on the sparkling sea, like a piece of silver diamonds, flashing brightly.

Shangguan Qing sat quietly, letting the sea breeze blow gently, but his mind was full of thoughts, as if he was having a silent conversation with the vast ocean.


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