Chapter 306: Close at hand (2)

"No!" The four people from southeast, northwest and northwest joined hands and flew to block his way. "You can't bother her now."
"I remember her." Yun said coldly.
"I know." Donghu Fadao, "but just remembering is not enough."
Yun was silent for a long while, and waved her hand angrily and landed, and said in a deep voice, "Say, who is she?"
The southeast and northwest fell behind him, lined up, all silent.
"You really know who she is." Yun Shuang fists clenched, not because of their silence, but because of their incompetence. Why, why no matter how hard he thinks, he can't remember anything?
The five people were caring about each other and were relatively speechless.
For a long time, Donghu Fa sighed and broke the silence. "Actually, you asked this question yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday ... every day since you saw her. We answered you truthfully. The reason why today is Answer, just hope you can remember it yourself. "
Yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday ... Yun looked confused, when was yesterday? When was the day before yesterday?
In memory, the woman in the courtyard next door has been painting. Was it yesterday? Or ... the day before yesterday?
Suddenly, a burst of intense pain spread across the brain, and one head seemed to explode.
"Teacher!" Exclaimed together in the southeast and northwest, holding the crumbling cloud.
At the same time, the brush in Murong Yunshu's hand flickered, "Have you heard?"
"What did you hear?" Feng Cheng asked.
Murong Yunshu: "Someone is shouting 'Godmaster'."
Hearing this, Fengcheng stared at it for a moment and slowly shook his head. "I didn't hear anything."
"Impossible." Murong Yunshu put down his pen and walked a few steps in the courtyard, looking around, trying to find the source of the sound, but found nothing.
"It may be your illusion." Fengcheng Road.
Murong Yunshu shook his head with a serious expression, "I can tell the difference between illusion and illusion."
Fengcheng said nothing. How much perseverance is needed to distinguish between emptiness and illusion in this bone-biting thought?
Admit it, Fengcheng, you are not as good as a woman.
In the past ten years, in the ten years of losing the child, three years of short pain and seven years of long pain, I still can't be a bad guy.
"What good news did you just say?" Murong Yunshu suddenly turned around and asked.
Fengcheng froze, recovering thousands of thoughts, and said: "I found Wuhua Valley."
Murong Yunshu heard the words and sat down again, picked up the brush and traced it gently on the canvas, "Have you seen Bai Yefeng?"
The corner of Fengcheng's mouth shivered and said, "Not yet." Then, ready to accept her mockery. Yes, he is afraid of death, so he dare not enter the Valley of No Flowers.
Unexpectedly, Murong Yunshu didn't laugh at him, just said a little, "I want to see him."
Her reaction surprised Fengcheng, and she was stunned. "The Valley of No Flowers is not far from here. Quickly increase the whip and you will arrive in ten days."
Murong Yunshu: "I will give you a month to bring him."
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Fengcheng was dumbfounded, "What are you talking about ?!"
"I want to see him." Murong Yunshu's voice was still unscathed, but a little more commanding.
Fengcheng frowned, "I can't even get into the Flowerless Valley, how can I bring him out?"
"It's your business. Kill and set fire, as you please."
Fengcheng was speechless for a long time and said: "He has a deep friendship with Chu Changge. If you go in person, he will not embarrass you."
Murong Yunshu: "I have more important things to do now."
Fengcheng: "What's the important thing? Draw and write," Yin "poetry is right?"
The pen in Murong Yunshu's hand paused for a moment, and said lightly: "Almost."
"..." Fengcheng choked silently. I have n’t seen you in three years, this woman is getting more and more weird!
Mei Ruo Yuan Shan, eyes like stars. What a handsome, dusty face, lifelike.
Murong Yunshuti's pen stunned at the finished painting, and he didn't even know when Fengcheng left.
Suddenly, an indifferent voice rang behind him ... "Why do you draw me?"
Murong Yunshu shuddered with his hands, the pen slipped from his hands, turned up in surprise, turned back, and collided with the eyes of the person behind him.
Relatively speechless.
Staring at the person in front of him for a long time, Murong Yunshu suddenly turned around, slowly removed the painting on the easel, rolled it up carefully, and then walked toward the study.
Yun didn't expect her to react in this way, and she was still there, not knowing what to do. After a while, she came out of the study again, holding a piece of paper in her hand. The breeze blew, and the thin paper moved, just letting him see the two big heads on the paper ... Hugh.
For a moment, it seemed to fall into the ice and snow, and the sky was spinning.
Murong Yunshu handed him the book of rest, and said lightly: "Since then, there will be no ties between you and me."
Yun took the Hushu book and was silent for a moment, asking: "Are you my wife?"
Murong Yunshu: "Not now."
Yun's body trembled, and remained silent for a few more seconds, before he was a little unwilling to say, "I don't remember."
"If you don't remember it well, you won't feel heartache if you don't remember it." Murong Yunshu's voice was very soft and light, as if the breeze was blowing, it would be rolled away, leaving only a trace of unnoticeable sorrow and lingering in the air.
"How are our previous feelings?" Yun asked.
Murong Yunshu lifted his lips and smiled, "Okay. No, how dare you forget me?"
That smile, obviously it should be bitter, but Yun saw a happy face from it. She is happy to be forgotten by him? Inexplicably, Yun's heart felt extremely irritable.
After a long time, Yun asked: "Don't you want me to remember?" Awkward tone like a rebellious big boy, obviously unhappy, but forced himself to hide his emotions in his heart, but want to cover up.
"Can you remember?" Murong Yunshu asked back.
Yun Weizheng, "I will remember you."
Murong Yunshu raised his eyebrows, believing his words.