When it was over, Ning Chen returned to the Academy of Fine Arts.

Li Panruo and Hongyao were cooking dinner, Ning Chen had nothing to do, moved a recliner, and sat in the courtyard in such an old-fashioned manner, closing his eyes and resting.

Occasionally, there will be maple leaves falling from the branches, silently covering the face.

The curvature of the corners of Ning Chen's mouth rose slightly, and the maple leaves that were covered were wandering in the air again.

"It's supposed to be winter."

Ning Chen shrunk his neck and muttered to himself.

All year round, in winter, it is the most withered.

Even Fengtian, which has always been prosperous, can hardly resist the solemn atmosphere that rises between heaven and earth, and the entire city, compared with usual, has less vitality and more twilight.

This kind of atmosphere will continue for a long time, and only when the New Year is approaching, will it be gradually washed away by the joy of the New Year.

Ning Chen remembered that when he followed Zhuge Changqing to the north and south, the festival was nothing but a void for them.

Especially for the New Year, find a broken Taoist temple, buy some yams, light a fire, and just deal with the liveliest Chinese New Year's Eve of the year.

Because of memory loss, there was neither worry nor worry, so Ning Chen did not have much expectation for Chinese New Year's Eve at that time.

As for Zhuge Changqing, he didn't feel anything, before he saved Ning Chen, this old man had no fixed place to live, wandering all over the world, and after knowing Ning Chen, there was one more wanderer.

The shoes were torn, the hats were torn, and the robes on the bodies were torn.

Walk a place, swim a place, pick up flowers at sunset, spring goes to autumn, stumble and stumble, and this life is almost over.

This old man is used to being chic, he has no children and no daughters in his life, and he has no support.

In the end, when he died, he dug a pit and buried it.

"Although the old man Zhuge squeezed me if he had nothing to do, he still hoped that I could live well, and now I am living more and more beautifully, but Zhuge can't see it."

Ning Chen pursed his lips, realizing that he was distracted, turned sideways, covered the sheets, and gradually fell asleep.

Seven days later.

Ning Chen arranged for someone to pick up Chen Yanyu, and also invited Zhao Wanqing, the reason why he was delayed for so long was that Ning Chen was not mentally prepared.

The two appeared one after the other.

After a few months of absence, when they came to this familiar place again, the expressions of the two were different, compared to Zhao Wanqing's calm personality as always, Chen Yanyu did not have so many scruples.

Stretching her neck, Chen Yanyu stuck out her tongue, approached Ning Chen, and asked in a low voice, "Where is she?" ”

Ning Chen pointed to the room, his face was strange, "I'm cleaning up the dining table." ”

Then he simply nodded to Zhao Wanqing, and explained seriously, "Everyone sees it, talk well, don't fight." ”

After all, Zhao Wanqing is a black belt with a ninth rank, and Li Banruo has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and the whole person seems to be weak, but in fact, his skills are so profound, before the age of fifteen, Ning Chen has never been able to beat Li Banruo.

If Zhao Wanqing and Li Banruo really fight, it is clear who will suffer.

Therefore, Ning Chen's words were for Zhao Wanqing's own safety.

"Why do you think people are so boring with you?"

Zhao Wanqing was unmoved in the face of Ning Chen's care, glanced at him lightly, and followed Chen Yanyu into the house.

Ning Chen sneered.

Then, at a glance, I saw Shen Jianjun and Song Que not far away, gloating with a gloating face.

"You're not going in?" Shen Jianjun asked Ning Chen with a strange smile.

Ning Chen put his hands in his pockets and pretended to be chic, "Women chatting, what do I mix with a big man, let's talk about it when we eat." ”

"Young marshal, you seem to be nervous?"

Song Que turned his face and gloated.

Ning Chen kicked at Song Que, "Which side is cooler and which side is going to stay." ”

Song Que had a hippie smile, and Shen Jianjun continued to fall into the well.

Ning Chen sat on the steps helplessly, stunned for a while, and muttered, "I haven't been to Zhuge Changqing for a long time to sit, and I don't know if that old man feels lonely, go buy some wine, and go up the mountain tomorrow to have a look." ”

"I instructed Li Changqing and Lin Yu to prepare."

Song Que restrained his smile, walked out of the courtyard, and snapped his fingers.

Six black shadows appeared one after another, and then left the Fengtian Academy of Fine Arts.

At this time, the sky is good, and the sky after winter is rarely scorching, and the warm sunlight shines on the body, which makes people feel comfortable.

Ning Chen supported his cheek with one hand and sat on the steps, stunned.

Song Que and Shen Jianjun were temporarily pulled by Ning Chen to strengthen their courage.

The young marshal didn't let him go, so he naturally didn't go.

The courtyard here is rarely harmonious.

On the other side, Li Changqing and Lin Yu went to the store to buy wine.

Li Changqing and Lin Yu, although their presence in the white-clothed guard team is not as good as Song Que, they are young men who follow Ning Chen to fight to the death, so their personal temperament is very outstanding.

After the six people appeared on the bustling street, the ordinary residents nearby all subconsciously took a few more looks, and then avoided them from afar.

"It's like seeing a ghost, and we're not bad people?"

Li Changqing pursed his lips and leaned against the door, waiting for Lin Yu to pick up the wine and settle the bill.

The remaining four people were also standing nearby.

Because the Chinese New Year is approaching, many shops are closed, and a few people have been on the road for a long time before they find a tavern that is still in business.

"The young marshal of our family is not too young, and I don't know when I will start a family."

Li Changqing smiled lightly, covering his face, his whole eyes were full of expectation.

"At least after solving the affairs in the north, we should think about starting a family, right?" A white-clothed guard stood up and replied nonchalantly.

Li Changqing laughed at himself and didn't say much.

Just as he was about to turn his head to remind Lin Yu to hurry up, the moment his eyes skimmed slightly, his eyes immediately flashed with a terrifying beam, and at the same time, his personal temperament changed instantly.

It's almost an instinctive reaction.

The remaining four people also stood up at the first time.

Not far away, under the shade of a dense tree, two rows of black figures walked out, counting twelve people.

Although his face was covered, the eyes that were not kind to him were looking at Li Changqing and them with fierce eyes.

Li Changqing wiped his lips and said with a smile, "It seems that someone is eyeing us?" ”

Subconsciously touch your waist and abdomen and clench the handle of the knife.

Then he turned his head and whistled, reminding Lin Yu, who was standing in the tavern, "Brother Lin, a group of uninvited guests have come." ”

The moment Lin Yu turned around, the first black robe began to appear on the opposite side, and he rushed forward, the speed was quite fast, ten steps away, a blade cut through the void, approaching in front of him.

Li Changqing and the others faced the black robe with an advantage in numbers, and they were not afraid to stand, and they worked in a team of four to jointly control the enemy.

……

In the phoenix sky after winter, the temperature drops faster and faster.

Ning Chen sat on the steps, looked up at the withered branches and leaves above his head, and suddenly felt a chill hit his bones, and hugged his arms, always feeling a little restless.