The reason why Yu Tongtong was so worried was that such a thing happened once. At that time, it was about to snow and the rain was heavy. Long Junchen was soaked in the pouring rain that Long Junchen became a complete fallen chicken. Although Long Junchen, a very casual playboy, claims to be a famous scholar and has an open-minded mind that neither wind nor rain nor sunshine, this does not mean that Yu Tongtong has, or rather, it does not mean that Yu Tongtong's father has g. Yu Tongtong's father saw Long Junchen wet into that appearance, preconceived that Yu Tongtong did not take good care of Long Junchen, the pitiful and innocent Yu Tongtong, because of Long Junchen's laziness, was severely taught by his father, saying that he did not serve the adults who came from there.

Long Junchen looked at Yu Tongtong's face with a look of distress and did not move to get up. When he heard what Yu Tongtong said, he just lay on the lazy chair and whispered softly from his throat tube. He didn't know whether it was to respond to Yu Tongtong's words or to be blown by the cool breeze, lying on the chair and drinking wine, everything was too comfortable, but he seemed to have no idea that the dark clouds on his head were on the top of his head had no intention of leaving.

Yu Tongtong guessed that Long Junchen's "Yeah" with an unknown voice should be the latter. Long Junchen turned over and lay on the lazy chair on his side, muttering a very comfortable moan. His slender fingers tapped the bamboo chair with a very scattered rhythm, without any regularity, and did not form any tune, giving people a lazy feeling. However, after listening for a long time, hesitated again to see that the knocks were very harmonious and gave people a very comfortable feeling. Yu Tongtong looked at the sky above his head again, and hesitated for a while, and did not rush to go home, but put down the branches on his back and carefully checked the red leaves to make sure that they would not be wet by the rain.

?Yu Tongtong walked timidly to Long Junchen, sat down against the big tree, hugged her knees, staring at the sky without blinking, as if he would immediately escape with Long Junchen whenever a drop of rain fell.

Yu Tongtong did not dare to disturb Long Junchen's rest, but just stood quietly aside. Since he promised his father to take good care of him, he must do it. He was not afraid of being beaten, but that Long Junchen was in the rain again.

Moreover, Yu Tongtong had to admit that staying next to Long Junchen would give him a very peaceful feeling. This feeling is a bit like, home?! The feeling of going home is even more close to him than staying at his own home, because Long Junchen seems to be his kind.

Long Junchen half-squinted his eyes, and the sound of knocking on the chair was sometimes like a sudden rain, sometimes as clear as a gentle wind, sometimes as dry and sometimes deep. Yu Tongtong didn't know how to describe it in words, but felt that the sound seemed to carry some magic, making his heart calmer and quieter.

The mountain wind blew gently on the water surface, the sun was gradually fading, and the night became thicker and thicker. However, the dark clouds on the top held back their tears, without falling a single tear, and just drifted away silently. The sky was cloudless, and the stars poked their heads out.

?Long Junchen yawned, as if he had woken up, and finally opened his eyes and looked at the lake calmly. The night wind disappeared without a trace, and the water surface was calm, like a mirror. Looking at the face on the water surface, he had not spoken for a long time. This face was beautiful. After being burned by the fire, it faded away the original childish tenderness, and also faded away the fireworks of the mortal world, becoming floating and hazy.

The starlight fell on this face and fell on the water. The light moved slightly, making the face feel a little more dreamy. This was the first time he had carefully observed his face and carefully looked at his rebirth from the dragon blood magma. Now, when he saw this face through the mirror-like lake, he understood why the villagers had such a reaction on the day he first arrived in the mountain village, and then he firmly believed that he was from that place.

Not to mention the seemingly illusory thing of ordinary people like blood pressure, just look at his face and the handsome face of Duchen. No one would believe that he is an ordinary person. At least, in a remote village, no one would think that this guy was here to travel for a picnic.

Long Junchen gently touched his face with his hand. It was so strange, but the bad aura still appeared between his eyebrows and still had not changed. He remembered the girl named Situ Lingling. I wonder, when they met again, the playful little girl could deny herself. Maybe, she was already married? Maybe, she was going to die soon? Maybe...

The night wind blew away the perfect face on the water surface and the thoughts in his heart. All the behaviors were like dreams and bubbles. Long Junchen sighed sadly. It was useless to think that these things were not available. Now the most important thing is to recover the wound as soon as possible, so that we can return to the Dragon Walker, find those who pursue him to revenge, prove his father Long Lingtian to see his abilities, and fulfill the agreement made by Situ Lingling. He still has so many things to do, how can he still have time to be compassionate here?!

Long Junchen silently withdrew his gaze and lay flat on the lazy chair again. He coughed twice, wanting to drink water, but was very thirsty. He seemed to have been sleeping for a long time, but found that the kettle was in front of the chair and needed to sit up again, so he glanced at Yu Tongtong, who was entertaining himself.

Although Yu Tongtong has blood power that ordinary people cannot reach, in terms of his nature, he is still a little bit big. At this time, he is squatting at the bottom of a tree, scanning around boredly. Sometimes he finds a green worm, and he will use the grass roots to play with the jumping green worm. This reminds Long Junchen of the child in Yu Yitong's childhood, the child who describes a toad as a tide.

Yu Tongtong fiddled the green insect away and wanted to play with it carefully. Suddenly, he felt the eyes falling on his body. He raised his head and found that Long Junchen was staring at him. Long Junchen smiled warmly at Yu Tongtong, and then he nodded at the kettle beside him. Only then did he know why his brother Junchen had the leisure to see him and why he opened his eyes and looked here. It turned out that he was thirsty. He sighed like he accepted his fate, got up and walked to the bamboo chair, picked up the kettle, and handed it to Long Junchen.

Long Junchen nodded slightly, saying that he had thanked Yu Tongtong. He drank the bowl of water, stopped saying a word, closed his eyes again, and shook the lazy chair.

Yu Tongtong looked at the sky, guessing that his parents had already prepared the meal, but since Long Junchen had no intention of leaving, he could not leave Long Junchen and walk alone. So he squatted down beside the lazy chair. Bored, he supported his jaw with his hands, staring at Long Junchen's face in a daze, thinking about the scene before, he was a little stunned, thinking about the beautiful handsome face under the fire, and felt emotion.

Suddenly, Long Junchen sat up from the lazy chair, clapped his hands, and there was a smile in his eyebrows. Yu Tongtong felt that Long Junchen's gaze was a little "malicious". He subconsciously shrank his neck and asked in a weak voice: "Jun, Brother Junchen, what are you doing?"

Long Junchen looked at the stars in the night sky, stood up from the lazy chair, took Yu Tongtong's hand, and smiled slightly, "From now, just call me, the teacher."

"Old, teacher?" Yu Tongtong was dull, but the dragon patterns on her ankles emitted a strange light.

Long Junchen narrowed his eyes and remembered a book he had read, which he liked very much:

One day, you will cross the quiet Ximo River, leave the old peach blossom surrounded by mountains, and come to the boundless and hazy night sky.

You will witness countless unclimbable mountains capsize one after another, and the insurmountable seas dry up into fields.

You must remember that your destiny is hanging on the tip of the knife, and the tip of the knife must always move forward.

May you be able to see the light of the sky in front of the cold iron roll blade.

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