The handsome man walked into the bleak autumn wind.

In front of the door of the west wing, two pretty beauties held the door and watched him off without saying a word for a long time.

Looking through the autumn water, I look forward to people returning.

…

Of course Zhao Rong was not fooling around when he came out.

He went to the Zhulin Courtyard earlier than the scheduled time, which was where everyone agreed yesterday, and waited for the academy teachers to meet up.

But he didn't expect that Zhu Yourong came earlier than him.

The woman in Confucian shirt stood with her back in the middle of the courtyard, where Zhao Rong had his right arm pulled off by Qin Jianfu.

The ground looked like a canvas with an overturned oil tank, covered with blood-red paint.

She seemed to be quietly admiring the painting.

At this time, the pale golden morning light shone on the 'canvas' and the woman in Confucian shirts in front of the 'canvas', and for a moment there was a sense of tranquility in the years.

"Does it hurt?"

As if he noticed that it was Zhao Rong who entered the courtyard, Zhu Yourong asked softly without looking back.

Zhao Rong went straight to the kitchen on the left side of the courtyard, brought out a long bench, and came to Zhu Yourong.

He sat under the early sun, leaning his upper body forward and resting his two elbows on his legs.

Zhao Rong raised his head.

"It doesn't hurt at all."

The man squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was dazzled by the morning sun peeking out of the wall behind the woman in scholar's clothes.

Zhu Yourong's eyebrows were slightly furrowed. A severed arm was pulled out alive, and there was a lot of blood. How could it not hurt at all?

She looked back at Zhao Rong.

The latter squinted at Zhu Yourong and the dazzling sun peeking over her shoulder, nodded and admitted:

"Well, I lied to you."

He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

Mr. Zhu, the newcomer to Linlu Academy, did not smile, but sighed as he looked at him who was now brand new and perfect.

It's still hard to imagine the pain he suffered yesterday with his broken arm and burning body covered in flames.

How did this young man survive?

Zhao Rong looked at the 'spot with the brightest colors on the canvas' on the ground next to her.

He suddenly said: "I thought I was going to die."

Zhu Yourong was startled.

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and pointed at a puddle of blood at her feet, and then pointed at another spot on the ground.

"Maybe he died here, maybe he died there, or maybe he died there again..."

Under the stunned gaze of the woman in Confucian robes, he nodded and spread his hands, "Really, really feel... that there is no way out for life. I even thought that I would die early and be reborn, so I took the initiative to seek death..."

Zhao Rong raised his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, lowered his head, rubbed his face and smiled.

"But a female gentleman who secretly wrote on my palm told me...you are not allowed to die."

Zhu Yourong, who was frowning and wanting to speak, was stunned.

The man sitting on the bench suddenly raised his head and said with a smile: "I had an idea at the time, and that was...you teach me how to do things? Big..."

He paused and nodded, "Mr., the lady who wastes a lot of food and cloth, um, you teach me how to do things? Then... I don't want to die, not at all. I tell myself that I must live well when I go back.

Say this to that female gentleman."

Zhu Yourong pursed her lips.

So he is saying... that because he wanted to come back to see her, he was once again full of hope and motivation to live? And then... he survived the inhuman pain and the near-death danger?

in short.

Are you living for her?

Zhu Yourong looked at the relaxed smile on the man's face and his pupils shrank slightly.

In my heart... I felt a little happy for no reason.

Although she knew that he was treating her as a confidant who told her everything, and these words... well, maybe they were indeed his thoughts at that time, but they were just a joke among friends.

Zhu Yourong can distinguish between fantasy and reality.

But I'm still very happy.

As someone said, respect for great friendship?

It’s just that the vulgar words he just expressed...

I don't know whether to scold him or laugh at him.

Zhu Yourong was suddenly speechless.

Don't know how to answer.

Under the early sun.

The autumn wind sweeps the leaves but still cannot sweep away the smell of blood in the small courtyard of the bamboo forest.

The man wearing a snow-white fox fur coat sat on a wooden bench, looking up at the dazed woman in Confucian robes with a smile.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

There is only the rustle of fallen leaves being chased by the autumn wind.

at some point.

"Thank you, Zhu Yourong."

Zhao Rong calmed down his expression and said seriously.

Zhu Yourong looked at him for a while, then subconsciously moved his eyes away, not meeting his sincere eyes.

She was a little angry again now.

The term 'female gentleman who wastes a lot of food and cloth' clearly refers to her...

Among the people she had come into contact with in the past, no one would say such vulgar and rude words.

This tone and appearance don't sound like thanking others.

Zhu Yourong thought so.

So she felt she had to be angry, so she stopped looking at him and refused to accept his insincere thank you.

"You don't need to thank me. Your two ladies have sincerely thanked you yesterday. The whale-scented ink they gave me is very precious and I like it very much."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "These are two different things. What's Qingjun Qian'er's is Qingjun Qian'er's, and what's mine is mine."

The words are a bit convoluted.

Zhu Yourong understood the truth, but did not nod in response.

Zhao Rong suddenly took out something from his sleeve and threw it out, "Here, try it."

Zhu Yourong quickly raised his hand, took a green fruit, and looked down.

Her face gradually became serious, because she felt a certain life force flowing in the fruit, and she had an instinctive desire to eat it.

"This is……"

Zhao Rong said casually: "I don't know Sui, well, there is a unified name on the mountain."

"It's the elixir."

Zhu Yourong raised his head sharply, "You..."

Zhao Rong immediately interrupted: "Well, I picked it up and gave it to you."

Zhu Yourong was silent.

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