"I would have been ten years earlier!"

The night was slightly cool. As the light gradually drifted away, Ye Qiumeng sighed lightly, and her eyes became dim.

After this farewell, I am afraid I will never see you again in this life.

She couldn't bear to leave them, to her friendly sister, and to her arrogant and desolate back.

"I wish you good luck!"

The wind blew by, and Ye Qiumeng suddenly felt a little cold. She suddenly turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, dazed and dazed.

While sleeping, Chen Xi told her everything.

She couldn't imagine what they had experienced.

Earthquakes, trafficking, broken legs, murder and being killed, redemption and escape...

Blood and fire kept hitting Ye Qiumeng's mind.

What shocked Ye Qiumeng even more was how deep their love was.

They are always unswerving and never leaving each other.

There is only each other in their hearts.

All night, Ye Qiumeng couldn't sleep peacefully.

In fact, Chen Xi got up, she knew.

But, she was afraid of saying goodbye.

All she could do was to bless them in her heart, and just look at their backs and gradually fade away.

"Is Longtan Village?" Suddenly, Ye Qiumeng stood up, and a light flashed in her dim eyes.

With her movements, she seemed to have grown up at this moment.

With a slight smile, Ye Qiumeng took a step and walked to the main hall.

She slowly walked towards the shabby sofa.

There was a man asleep just now.

Ye Qiumeng slowly leaned down and her hands stroked the blanket.

His residual heat is still there.

"It's time to go home. Brother and the legendary young master Xie should be waiting for me!" Ye Qiumeng folded the blanket neatly, held it in her arms, and walked out of the room leisurely.

The night was dark, but Ye Qiumeng's eyes were extremely bright. With the night wind, she came to the riverside.

The boat was still there, but the cabin was empty.

Ye Qiumeng stepped onto the boat, flapped her oars, and the boat shook gently and headed west.

At night, it was quiet, with only the sound of oars paddling across the water, and the boat passed through a flat field. Gradually, vast mountains began to appear on both sides of the river.

At this time, a dawn light broke through the sky, and the ray of light shone on the petite back, and her seedlings shone with silver light.

It was dawn, but she went in the opposite direction to them.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Ye Qiumeng cheered.

It was a pair of mandarin ducks, flapping their wings, flying over the river, heading towards the direction where the sun rose.

She smiled.

The singing sounded.

Ye Qiumeng sang a mountain song. Her voice was like a lark, crisp and lively, melodious and melodious, echoing on both sides of the river and among the mountains.

The lonely sail is in the distant shadow of the blue sky.

As the singing was heard, the lonely boat drifted along the river, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the intersection of the Xiangjiang River.

At this time, a red sun slowly rose, and a flush appeared on her face.

Ye Qiumeng raised the oars again, turned the bow of the boat, and headed north against the Xiangjiang River.

The wind was whispering, and the boat was flowing for more than twenty miles, and finally, it stopped on a shore.

Yejiazhai, arrived.

Ye Qiumeng looked at the lonely peak with a side face.

Sister Meng Ran was buried there. Yesterday, a gun battle broke out there and another person died.

"Sister, you didn't love the wrong person! He is not perfect, and he is even a foul-faced, but he is the most upright man in the world!"

With a low murmur, Ye Qiumeng suddenly turned around and stepped onto the riverside.

Following the winding stone stairway, Ye Qiumeng came to the middle of the mountain. This was a small courtyard, full of osmanthus trees.

This is October, and it is fragrant.

"Go home!"

Taking a deep breath, Ye Qiumeng took a step, pushed open a wooden door, and stepped into a stilt building.

Stepping on the stairs, she arrived at the second floor.

"Mr. Meng is back!"

At this moment, a lazy chuck came.

Ye Qiumeng suddenly stopped and looked up.

It was a young man, sitting on a bamboo stool, carrying a cup of tea and looking back suddenly.

He looked at her, with a faint smile on his face, evil and unruly.

Ye Qiumeng was shocked.

Is he the evil young man Tang Feng?

Yesterday, she met him.

It was this person who walked down in a small boat and finally headed to the lonely peak where my sister's cemetery was.

At that time, from a distance, you could feel the charm of this person.

Today, I finally saw his true face clearly. This person was indeed handsome. This was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

His temperament and image are perfect, no wonder, Sister Chen Xi said that many women are rushing to climb onto his bed.

Immediately, a lonely figure appeared in Ye Qiumeng's mind, and there was a scar on his face.

"It's still handsome Brother Zhiyuan!" Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Ye Qiumeng's face.

"Who are you?" Ye Qiumeng asked knowingly and said in a deep voice.

She knew in her mind that since Tang Feng was here, Huan'er must have escaped.

Then the purpose of his coming is self-evident.

"Can Mr. Meng know the past and see through the future? I don't even know it?" Tang Feng shook his head. This girl was pretending to be confused with her understanding.

Yes, if she said she knew him, wouldn’t that mean that she had met Wu Zhiyuan, or helped Wu Zhiyuan escape?

"You ran to my house for no reason and savored tea leisurely to make me guess who you are?" Ye Qiumeng walked to the table, pulled up a bamboo stool, and sat down opposite Tang Feng.

"How about tea?" Ye Qiumeng asked.

"The tea picked by sir himself is naturally fragrant and pleasant!" Tang Feng said with a smile.

Ye Qiumeng laughed secretly, saying that she was wearing a high hat and not being beaten around the bush.

He must have something to ask for.

The more this happens, Ye Qiumeng can't help but become alert. Sister Chen Xi said that although this person is a police officer, he is unruly in his work, and if he encounters him, he must be extra careful.

More importantly, the eldest brother is not here.

If Zhang Yijie were there, with his personality, he would have been impatient to come out long ago.

Here, there are only two of them.

If Tang Feng really did something, she would have no room for resistance.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Ye Qiumeng asked, "You want to ask about your future or marriage? Although I am not a fortune teller, I can also calculate a fortune for you!"

"Haha!" Tang Feng laughed loudly.

Suddenly, a figure flashed and he came to Ye Qiumeng.

He stared at her with bright eyes.

"What are you doing!" Ye Qiumeng was shocked and her body couldn't help but shrink back.

But at this moment, a big hand had already grabbed her arm.

"You are so beautiful!" Tang Feng said meaningfully, and his hands stroked her face.

"Go to the disciple!" Ye Qiumeng's face turned pale with anger.
To be continued...