Everyone present knew that Gu Qingqiao's parents had both died, and at this moment they spoke out to comfort them.

Some turbulence, is not the end of the time. The boy from the medicine hall came in and asked, "Miss Jiu, are you still going back to the valley?"

Only then did Luo Qingwen remember that she had to rush back to see her father today.

Qin Le pulled Zhu Yicheng and asked, "Didn't you arrive in the morning? Why haven't you returned to the valley yet?"

Zhu Yicheng replied softly: "When I entered the city in the morning, I met Luo Ziqi. Xiaowen didn't want to conflict with him, so she thought of coming here to see the doctor for half a day, staggered and then went back."

At this time, Luo Qingwen and Huang Zelin discussed a few words softly, got up and sorted out their clothes, and clasped their fists at everyone in the room, "Thank you all today for letting me find my great-grandfather." The girl's face showed a smile: "I'll go back first. Take a trip to Gu, and the array will reunite tomorrow."

Zhu Yicheng and everyone went to the array together, chatting along the way, and telling everyone in detail about the two of them going to the west. When I saw the huge "petunia", I lived up to expectations and contributed a horrified expression and scream.

When they arrived at the residence, Aunt Zhang had already returned, and her little granddaughter's illness was successfully cured. The villagers in Zhangjia Village were even more grateful to Aunt Zhang because of Mu Xiyuan's free clinic. The aunt was overjoyed for a while, thoughtfully arranged Zhu Yicheng to stay, and warmly prepared meals for everyone.

Mu Xiyuan was called to the room by Huang Zeli, and told about the situation in Zhangjia Village today, Huang Zelin smiled and said, "You did a good job! Even if I go, it will not do better."

Thinking of Luo Qingwen's consultation in the medicine hall today, he smiled again: "I didn't expect that my great-granddaughter is also a talented person in medicine."

After a pause, he raised his eyes to look at Mu Xiyuan, who was standing beside him with his hands down, his eyes flashed and he said, "You two are free, you can learn more."

Mu Xiyun didn't know what he meant by these words, so he nodded obediently and left the room.

At dinner time, Gu Qing Bridge did not appear.

"Hey, Junior Brother Mu, where did Senior Brother Gu go?" Zhu Yicheng asked carelessly.

Mu Xiyuan had just come out of Huang Zelin's room, and he didn't have time to understand the situation. At this time, he looked around and saw that Zhu Yicheng and Qin Le were both looking at him, so he calmly replied: "Probably thinking of my parents, I'm not in a good mood. See him in a while."

After taking a few mouthfuls of rice, Mu Xiyun left the table and went to Gu Qingqiao's room.

No one answered the door. Mu Xiyun pushed the door and entered, the room was empty.

After tilting her head and thinking for a while, Mu Xiyun slowly walked out of her residence and walked towards the river.

The flowing water was gurgling, and a crescent moon was reflected on the calm river. The shadow of the moon swayed with the flowing water, and was scattered into a little silver light by the stirred ripples.

Among the flowers by the river, the aroma of wine is overflowing, and the ancient green bridge is sitting on the river, holding a jug in his hand, and is pouring himself a drink.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned around. Seeing that it was Mu Xiyun coming over, he raised the jug in his hand to him.

His arms trembled slightly, and the wine leaked a little from the spout, spilling on his front, like streaks of tears.

Mu Xiyuan sat down beside him, stretched out his hand to take the jug, and took a sip from the mouth of the jug. It was actually a spring breeze from Hongye City.

Neither of the two said a word, they just looked at the shadows of the moon in the river, gathering or dispersing, you drink and I drink.

I don't know how long have been sitting, and the wine jug is empty. Gu Qingqiao held his knees with both hands and stared straight at the river.

"A Yun..." His voice was hoarse and low, "I always thought that my mother had an accident and left me alone in the desert. But today, the woman in the portrait is her, so she is still alive. !"

Gu Qingqiao buried his chin in his forearm, and his words were slurred: "There are 20 years between this. In the 20 years, she, she..."

The words didn't come out, the voice was choked up.

Mu Xiyun got up and half-kneeled in front of him, pressing his shoulder with one hand and raising his face with the other.

Gu Qingqiao raised his eyes slightly, and a string of crystal tears slowly slid down the corners of his eyes.

Mu Xiyuan said softly, "Your mother must have her own difficulties, and she didn't mean to abandon you. How can there be a mother in this world who doesn't love her son?"

Gu Qingqiao was noncommittal and just stared at him.

Mu Xiyun approached him slowly, so close that he almost breathed in. He raised his head, kissed the tears from the corner of Gu Qingqiao's eyes gently, and whispered in his ear, "You still have me."

The body was hugged violently, Mu Xiyuan turned her head, found the other's lips, and pressed them lightly.

The kiss like a dragonfly immediately ignited the spark between the two, Gu Qingqiao encircled his hands to increase the strength, the kiss gradually deepened, and finally turned into a tough demand. In that kiss, there was the faint salty taste of tears, and the mellow aroma of wine, with intimacy and intoxication, tossing and turning.

It wasn't until the two of them were breathing that Gu Qingqiao ended the kiss, but he didn't want to leave his lips and pecked lightly again and again.

"A Yun, A Yun..." He pecked and called out.

Every time he called out, Mu Xiyun answered seriously, "I'm here, I'm..."

Looking at Gu Qingqiao's slightly confused eyes, Mu Xiyun kissed his lips again. This time, he took the initiative to linger with Qing Qiao, so that the breath of the two people completely blended.

The breeze was blowing, bringing a soft floral fragrance. The moonlight poured down, throwing the shadows of the two to their sides, and the figures were intertwined, as if they were one.

...

After a long time, the two men calmed down.

Gu Qingqiao opened his eyes, his body was light and fluttering, as if he had just fallen from the sky.

He turned his head to look at Mu Xiyuan's face that was close at hand, leaned in and kissed the corner of his red mouth, and looked at his eyes a little further away.

The usually indifferent Xiao Xianjun quickly blushed under his gaze, sat up in a hurry, took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and handed it to him. After thinking about it, I took out another one and hurriedly wiped it on my hands.

Gu Qingqiao took the handkerchief and looked at his embarrassed and chaotic back. He couldn't help recalling the fiery touch in his palm just now. With a sway in his heart, he leaned over the waist of the person in front of him, and the tip of his nose rubbed lightly on his back. He said in a slurred voice, "A Yun, A Yun..."