Brother, don't make trouble if you lose your memory

Chapter 68

Lin Jichuan endured for a long time before putting his hand on Ren Yichen's shoulder.

"Are you standing still?" Ren Yichen asked aloud.

Lin Jichuan was taken aback by him, and immediately withdrew his hand and said angrily, "Stand firm. The wind was too strong just now."

Ren Yichen showed no reaction on his face, but secretly smiled in his heart.He controlled the Xuexue Sword and flew straight forward, with the sound of wind whistling past his ears, accompanied by Lin Jichuan's deliberately low breath.

"Is it cold?" Ren Yichen asked suddenly.

Lin Jichuan blinked, and said with a dry smile, "No, no, it's very warm." After he finished speaking, he wanted to punch himself, and he opened his eyes and said nonsense when the cold wind was blowing on the two of them. ...Lin Jichuan sneezed depressingly.

Unexpectedly, Ren Yichen quietly passed his true energy to him without saying a word.

In a short while, they came to the mountain where they lived since they were young. In the lush mountain forest, they could see several blue-tiled bungalows next to each other. In the yard, there was an orange tree with branches and leaves like a canopy. fruit.

Ren Yichen and Lin Jichuan stepped on the ground they hadn't seen for a long time. The feeling was indescribable. They were silent for a while, only carefully looking at the plants and trees in front of them.

"Junior brother, do you still remember? When you were physically punished by the master, you used sword energy to slash on the door every time," Lin Jichuan stepped forward and touched the door that was riddled with holes by Ren Yichen. The wooden door smiled and said: "I have helped you many times, and you haven't thanked me once, but you really have no conscience."

Ren Yichen coughed a few times, and his face was rarely red: "I didn't mean to."

"I don't blame you either." Lin Jichuan said with a smile.

The two pushed open the door covered with cobwebs and dust, and walked into the yard.

Ren Yichen suddenly gasped.

It was only then that Lin Jichuan realized that the orange lamps he untied from the tree 17 years ago were all piled up on the table as they were, and each lamp was almost dried up and turned into tangerine peel, covered with melted and solidified wax oil. It looks extremely disgusting.

"Uh, I forgot to clean it up." Lin Jichuan said guilty.

Ren Yichen raised his head, only to see a dried orange lamp hanging under the eaves.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Lin Jichuan asked, "What's wrong?"

"No." Ren Yichen unexpectedly smiled softly.

Lin Jichuan opened the door of the inner room, and immediately coughed from the dust.The furnishings in the house have not changed at all, but are covered with a layer of dust.There were densely packed books on the bookshelf, Lin Jichuan walked over and patted the bookshelf, immediately a puff of smoke rose.

"No, it's too dusty!" Lin Jichuan frowned.

Ren Yichen squeezed a spell, and a gust of wind blew out of nowhere, quickly sweeping the dust out of the window.

Lin Jichuan clapped his hands and joked, "It's a good thing you didn't blow it at us."

He took down a tracing red book on the bookshelf. It was used by Lin Hong to teach them how to write when they were young. It was filled with his and Ren Yichen's immature handwriting. It looked a little crooked. Many times it was Lin Hong. Grab their handwritten ones.

"Hey, didn't you write this yourself?" Lin Jichuan pointed to Ren Yichen, the three soft characters were obviously "drawn" by children according to the shape of the characters.

The corner of Ren Yichen's mouth twitched: "Find the book you're looking for."

Lin Jichuan began to search intently, and when he stopped to take a rest, he realized that Ren Yichen had disappeared for some reason.

"Where did this guy go again..." He muttered, and opened a very unfamiliar blue booklet.

He glanced at it and immediately stopped.

It had his name written all over it.

Lin Jichuan, Lin Jichuan, Lin Jichuan... one after another, over and over again, the handwriting changed from naive to calm, and the ink from old to new.

His hands trembled slightly as he caressed the yellowed and fragile paper, as if he could throw it over the paper and see the figure of the former Ren Yichen writing his name stroke by stroke.

He felt that he had never understood Ren Yichen's heart.

Lin Jichuan stuffed the blue booklet into his clothes, and heaved a long sigh.

In a blink of an eye, dusk fell, and Lin Jichuan lit the lamp, but he still couldn't find the last Confucian classic that Lin Hong left for him.But he didn't want to search anymore, so Lin Jichuan went outside with a lantern, and was surprised to find that Ren Yichen had returned and was sitting on the tree.

"Hello..." Lin Jichuan yelled, seeing that Ren Yichen ignored him, he also flew up the tree and sat down beside him.

Ren Yichen didn't even look at him, there was a small open paper bag by his hand, inside were a few dark things.

Lin Jichuan recognized at a glance that it was the sour plum candy they used to eat in their childhood.

"You...you just went out to buy sour plum candy?" Lin Jichuan hesitated.

Ren Yichen hummed, and turned his face to look at him calmly.

Lin Jichuan picked up a piece of sour plum candy and put it in his mouth. It still had a familiar taste. After the sour taste, there was a faint aftertaste of sweetness, which made people more and more addicted.

The evening breeze was blowing, and the two sat silently on the tree, eating sour plum candy while looking at the distant mountain scenery.

"Do you really like eating sour plum candy?" Lin Jichuan asked.

Ren Yichen smiled: "Yes."

Lin Jichuan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "...No, you don't like it, just like you don't like wearing white clothes."

"Maybe, but one day I will like it. For example, now, I like eating sour plum candy, and I am used to wearing white clothes. These are things that I thought I would never compromise on before." Ren Yichen said casually .

"Really? Then you have changed too quickly." Lin Jichuan said.

Ren Yichen glanced at him: "No, it's not because the change is fast or slow, it's because I want to change, so I tried, and I succeeded."

Lin Jichuan laughed and said, "Well, so do you think everyone can be like you?"

"I didn't say that." Ren Yichen said indifferently, "Many things you think will remain the same forever, but in fact, as time goes on and the sea dries up, it will still change."

Lin Jichuan stopped talking.

The two of them were lost in thought as they looked at the gradually lit lights of Wanjia at the foot of the mountain.After a long time, Lin Jichuan said, "Drink!"

He flew down, went to the original cellar, searched out all the jars of daughter's red that Lin Hong had forgotten in it, and patted open the mud, and the bitter aroma of wine wafted out.

"Come on, let's drink." Lin Jichuan raised an altar and pointed at Ren Yichen who was on the tree.

Ren Yichen got down from the tree, picked up another jar of wine and drank it sullenly.

Soon, several jars of wine were divided between the two.Ren Yichen couldn't drink enough, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were blurred, and even his steps began to crooked.On the other hand, Lin Jichuan was only a little confused, but his vision was still clear.

"Ha! Junior brother... why are you so fast, you can't do it!" Lin Jichuan pointed at Ren Yichen who was about to lie on the table and laughed.

Ren Yichen raised his head, glanced blankly at the laughing Lin Jichuan, then curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and wanted to walk into the room staggeringly.

Lin Jichuan left the empty wine jar and followed, seeing Ren Yichen laying himself down on the bed steadily before falling asleep, Lin Jichuan couldn't help smiling, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at his face. sleeping face.

Ren Yichen, Ren Yichen, Ren Yichen.

He repeated the name in his heart over and over again. Sometimes it was the stubborn child with hair like crow feathers that appeared in front of him, and sometimes it was the cold and arrogant young man with superb swordsmanship. A young man sleeping soundly on a bed.

At that time, he always liked to play and joke with Ren Yichen, but he never thought that his junior would like him that much.It is true that he also likes Ren Yichen, but it was a bit different at the beginning.

But now what?

Lin Jichuan couldn't help asking himself this.

Will he really change?Just like Ren Yichen likes to eat sour plum candy and is used to wearing white clothes since then, does he love Ren Yichen like he loves himself?

When Ren Yichen was in retreat, why did he still make orange lanterns year after year?

...Perhaps, he really hoped that someone could take down the lights on the tree again.

Even if it's a little late, even if the lights are no longer on.

But what does that matter?Didn't Ren Yichen say that after these lights go out, he will make orange lights for him?

Lin Jichuan seemed to be possessed, he quietly stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Ren Yichen's cheek.

Ren Yichen groaned when he rubbed against him, turned over and continued to sleep.

"Junior brother..." Lin Jichuan leaned down as if sighing, pressed against Ren Yichen's forehead, and kissed tremblingly.

His eyelashes trembled badly, and after a while, he raised his head as if he had been burned, and hurriedly tucked up the quilt for Ren Yichen.

He walked out quickly, opened the door to let the night breeze wake up his dizzy mind.

Ren Yichen on the bed slowly opened his eyes after Lin Jichuan walked out.

In the early morning of the second day, when Ren Yichen walked out of the room, he saw Lin Jichuan taking out those moldy books one by one and drying them in the sun.

"I have found all the Confucian classics that were brought out by the master to become true Confucianists." Lin Jichuan only said lightly when he saw him coming.

Ren Yichen nodded silently.

As if thinking of something again, Lin Jichuan took out a firework from his sleeve: "Look, this one is still there."

Only then did Ren Yichen realize that they were the distress fireworks that Lin Hong had given them before.

"I don't know if I can still fight..." Lin Jichuan muttered, making a decision casually.

Unexpectedly, the fireworks flew into the sky by themselves, and the fireworks exploded.

Lin Jichuan and Ren Yichen looked at each other.

"...So it still works." Lin Jichuan said with a smile.

Ren Yichen watched the fireworks dissipating in the sky for a while, and suddenly said: "Do you think Master will come to us after seeing the fireworks?"

Lin Jichuan's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Hey! That's right! If he's really still there..." He paused, and smiled helplessly at Ren Yichen.

The two stood there and waited for a long time, but they didn't see anyone.

"Forget it, after I finish posting these books and take them back, we'll go back to Zhenru Chengxue to find Shenzhuxiu and get back the last red carp." Lin Jichuan said.

So they stayed until the next morning.Ren Yichen once again transformed into the Snow-Cut Sword, and the two rode the sword towards the direction of Yixiandu.

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