1154: C1154

C1154

The clouds and mist in the mountain grew thicker and thicker, and the faces of the two of them were filled with moisture.

For a moment, Fang Qingchuan couldn't tell if her eyelashes were covered with mist or tears.

No matter how much she didn't want to leave, and how much she wanted to return to the Yunjing, her feet still couldn't help but follow Helan Xi as he climbed up.

After so many years, she was already used to it.

Helan Xi's palm tightly wrapped around her small hand. Their skin and bones were touching, and some of the sweat was coming out.

Their hearts throbbed.

However, they didn't say a single word from the waist of the mountain to the peak.

The higher she climbed, the more Fang Qingchuan's heart sank. Reaching the top of the mountain, his heart had already fallen into the abyss.

She knew that in this lifetime, she was destined to be alone.

The top of the mountain was extremely wide.

Flowers blooming, luxuriant purple and red. There were countless towering ancient trees.

The buildings at the top of the mountain were extremely simple, only two rows of one-story houses. In total, there were no more than sixteen rooms.

Fang Qingchuan's grandmother lived in the westernmost row of the back row.

"Qingchuan, let's go …"

Helan Xi slowly let go of Fang Qingchuan's hand, turned his head and said warmly.

"…"

Fang Qingchuan knew that now that they were here, it was impossible for them to flee.

She pursed her lips and followed behind Helan Xi, walking towards her grandma Feng Yue's residence with heavy steps.

The whole way was very quiet.

He actually didn't meet anyone.

Fang Qingchuan could not help but feel curious. When she came here for the new year, she even saw a lot of people cultivating together with her grandma. Why was there not a single person around? Or were they all meditating inside the house?

Knock, knock, knock.

Helan Xi stopped in front of Feng Yue's door and knocked with his fingers.

"Who is it?"

Soon, a slightly hoarse voice was heard.

"Grandma, it's me."

Helan Xi stood straight and his gaze was clear. He pursed his lips and spoke coldly.

Fang Qingchuan walked over and called out to him as well.

"Grandmother …"

The old wooden door slowly opened, and a slim old man walked out. She had taken great care of herself, her face was rosy, and her wrinkles were not deep. A head of silver hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. He had a bit of an immortal demeanor about him.

She didn't look like an eighty-year-old lady at all.

She was Fang Qingchuan's grandmother, Feng Yue.

"Grandmother …"

"Grandmother …"

Helan Xi and Fang Qingchuan called her again.

Feng Yue was stunned for a moment before she exclaimed in surprise.

"Qingchuan …" Heran … "Why are you guys here?"

"Grandma, I'm on New Year's Day, so I wanted to come and accompany you."

Fang Qingchuan walked over and held Feng Yue's arm.

"He Lan, what about you?"

Feng Yue was overjoyed to see her granddaughter. However, when he saw Helan Xi, who came with him, he frowned and a complicated look appeared in his eyes.

"I came here with something on my Yunshan, along the way …"

"So it's like that …" "Many thanks …"

Feng Yue looked at him with a complicated expression.

Helan Xi knew what she was worried about, so he politely opened his mouth again.

"Grandma, I'll leave Qingchuan to you. I'm going back."

With that, he passed the travel bag to Fang Qingchuan.

"Why don't we sit down and drink a glass of water before leaving?"

Feng Yue replied politely.

"No, Grandmother."

Helan Xi pursed his lips and smiled gently.

"Qingchuan, goodbye."

Finally, he glanced at Fang Qingchuan. Her cold silhouette was reflected in Mo Yu's eyes.

"Young master …"

Fang Qingchuan suppressed her heartache and called out to him in a low voice, her eyes red.

"…"

Helan Xi slightly nodded towards Feng Yue, turned around and walked forward.

"Young master …"

Fang Qingchuan looked at his proud and aloof back and uncontrollably called out to him.

Clang.

The travel bag in his hand fell to the ground. She followed him with Helan Xi's suit in her hand.

Feng Yue shook her head helplessly.

"Destiny has no difference, destiny has no difference …"

The wind at the peak of the mountain was somewhat strong. The ancient trees rustled in the wind. The temperature was even lower than the foot of the mountain.

"Young master …"

Fang Qingchuan called Helan Xi again, her voice sounded a little tearful.

"Qingchuan, there's no need to send me off."

Helan Xi stopped walking and didn't turn around. He just slightly turned his head.

"Young Master, your clothes."

Fang Qingchuan walked in front of him and handed over Helan Xi's suit with both of her hands.

"Qingchuan, it's cold on the mountain. Stay behind and block the cold."

Helan Xi smiled at her.

"Young master, I've brought clothes with me …"

Fang Qingchuan's eyes were brimming with starlight, about to fall down in the next second.

"Qingchuan, you're doing fine."

Helan Xi still did not accept it. He reached out his hand to gently touch the top of her head. His voice, which was as warm as water, was tainted with a trace of sadness.

Then, he turned around and left.

His straight, handsome back gradually faded into the ethereal mist.

"Young master …"

Fang Qingchuan held Helan Xi's suit and stood on the spot as she watched him leave.

"Qingchuan …"

Feng Yue walked over and called out to her affectionately.

"Grandmother …"

Fang Qingchuanyu's eyelashes trembled as she mumbled softly. She still did not turn around. She was still looking at the road down the mountain.

Helan Xi moved further and further away from her sight in the clouds.

"Qingchuan, go inside the house …"

Feng Yue held her hand, feeling pained in her heart.

"I …"

Fang Qingchuan couldn't wait to rush down the mountain, but her legs felt sticky.

"Qingchuan, this is all fate. You and He Lan were fated to be together after all … "Let's go in …"

Feng Yue advised again.1

"Grandmother …"

Fang Qingchuan could no longer control herself. She turned to the side and hugged Feng Yue.

Tears rolled down his face once again.

"..."

Helan Xi's mood wasn't any better, his elegant face was very heavy. It was four o'clock in the afternoon when he got out of the car, which was steeper, with a thick fog blocking the way.

His white shirt was completely soaked.

He closed the window, pulled up the curtain, and changed into a clean shirt.

He fastened his seatbelt and was about to start the car when he realized that Fang Qingchuan had dropped something on the passenger seat.

A small pearl earring.

He picked it up and held it in the palm of his hand.

The warm palm struck painfully. His heart hurt even more.

"Qingchuan, be good. We'll be together again in the next life. "

He put the pearl earring in his shirt pocket and picked up his cell phone.

There were several missed calls and text messages.

The ones looking for him were Gu Nianshi, Xiao Qi, and Ye Xiaochen.

He checked the information first.

[Young Master, there is indeed someone who wants to hurt Gu Mengmeng. "Don't worry, I've already caught him."

[Oh, yes, young master.] This was the person who harmed Hee Shen.]

Xiao Qi sent it over.

Helan Xi and Mo Yu's pupils contracted. Their meticulously drawn face tensed up as a trace of anger appeared in the eyes of the easy-going He Lan.

As expected, it was a series of strategies.

The person behind him was indeed …

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