The young woman who was actually born in a wealthy family heard that it was because of an awkward quarrel with her family, so she was angry and ran away from home, and threatened not to make a name for herself and vowed not to go home.

Young and vigorous after all, regardless of gender.

When Ning Chen first met Lin Youwei, this unkempt and stubborn woman who was tossed by the wind, frost and dust, where did she still look like a girl?

He even thought for a while that this was just a poor boy with a relatively good look.

Later, in the middle of the night, it was freezing cold, and the three of them hid in the dilapidated Taoist temple to sleep, because it was too cold, Ning Chen thought that the two of them would sleep in their arms, at least to warm up.

So he put his hands around Lin Youwei without mind, and Ning Chen was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.

This turned out to be a girl, with full and round breasts, even through coarse linen, it still gives people a feeling of fascination.

That night, Lin Youwei, who was furious, almost didn't castrate Ning Chen on the spot to set an example.

Later, Ning Chen personally wiped the dust off her face with river water, only to find that this girl with deep dimples when she laughed was really beautiful.

The eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and the heroic posture is cool.

In particular, a beauty mole at the corner of the lip is just right to embellish the feminine style.

The three of them walked together for a long time.

At that time, Lin Youwei always liked to hang the rivers and lakes in her mouth, and whenever she mentioned it, she was very excited to talk about it, and often talked about it in a dazzling way, as if she couldn't finish it for three days and three nights.

Ning Chen didn't interject, just squatted aside and listened quietly.

Actually, he doesn't like to listen to the stories of the rivers and lakes in Lin Youwei's mouth, he simply likes to see her laugh.

Occasionally, this girl is also keen to put her hands on her waist, shouting at Ning Chen and Zhuge Changqing, and calling herself a heroine, and even named the road that the three of them have traveled as Eight Thousand Miles of Rivers and Lakes.

The so-called eight-thousand-mile trip to the rivers and lakes, these two people plus Zhuge Changqing, in fact, knew in their hearts that they were just looking for an excuse to comfort this asceticism.

Nowadays, this city, bustling and noisy, modern civilization has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, where is there any so-called rivers and lakes with swords and swords, fresh clothes and angry horses?

Isn't that?

But Lin Youwei's stubborn temperament is that she doesn't admit defeat, and she refutes Ning Chen speechless every time.

Ning Chen was helpless, waved his hand, bowed down to compromise, and was forced by Lin Youwei to make up a sentence, the woman was right, the woman was right.

"I remember, you said that you have a leader in your heart, very young, although I haven't seen it, but it must be very chic."

"I remember even more, you said that person was called a young marshal by the rivers and lakes, officialdom, and rich and powerful."

"I also remember that you told me in person that in this life, you must personally meet the peerless young marshal of the Ning family, Ning Hetu."

Ning Chen retracted his thoughts, stared at the steaming black chicken soup in his hand, and muttered to himself.

As for the follow-up of this so-called Jianghu trip, nothing earth-shattering happened, and it has been calm.

I still remember that after several months of walking together, Lin Youwei finally couldn't bear the long-term, lonely and tormenting days, and had no choice but to compromise with her family.

On the day of parting, Lin Youwei used the savings she had saved up to personally invite Ning Chen and Zhuge Changqing to a big meal, including the black chicken soup that would make you hungry when she smelled it.

Also on that day, Ning Chen said proudly that the grace of a meal will be repaid with a heavy gift in the future.

Lin Youwei patted Ning Chen's shoulder at that time, smiled with complicated eyes, didn't say anything else, just told him to take care more.

These three short words actually have an unspoken meaning.

Back then, Ning Chen and Zhuge Changqing ate and slept in the open, and traveled south and north, not to see the customs of more places, but to find medicine to save Ning Chen's life.

Lin Youwei heard Zhuge Changqing mention this, and she knew that Ning Chen was injured in her life and would not live long.

That sentence to take care is more like a farewell to life and death.

Ning Chen naturally knew what Lin Youwei meant in his heart, but they didn't break each other.

After saying goodbye, Lin Youwei returned, and Ning Chen and Zhuge Changqing continued to go north.

Their story should end here, but today, when Ning Chen's prominent identity gradually surfaced, his heart became mixed, and he even lamented the ridiculous tricks of fate.

It turns out that Lin Youwei always mentions Ning Shaoshuai, it's him......

Actually, after that, there are more stories about Lin Youwei, but Ning Chen doesn't know.

For example, after Lin Youwei returned home, she finally learned the shocking news that the young marshal of the Ning family had unfortunately died a year ago, and she had never heard the news after traveling south and north for several months.

Overnight, the girl's temperament changed greatly, she was depressed, and the pain that was almost engraved in her bones was like the person she had been thinking about before she had time to grow into a hero of the world, and it ended early.

During that time, how Lin Youwei wished that Ning Chen, who had been with her, could hug her, shave her nose, and comforted, tomboy, don't be sad, human life has days, look at it.

It was also from then on that this stubborn girl who smiled very well never mentioned the word 'Jianghu' again.

Because, for Lin Youwei, a person is a river and lake.

That person died, and the rivers and lakes no longer existed.

……

"Hey." It took Ning Chen a long time to extract it from his memory, seriously picked up the chopsticks, buried his head, and quietly tasted the bowl that evoked too many memories for him.

Since the accident, his memory has lost too many traces of people, but Lin Youwei has always been unforgettable, because it was the first friend he knew after he was reborn after the catastrophe, the kind that was sincere.

"Aunt Liang, the soup you made is really delicious." For a long time, Ning Chen praised sincerely.

Liang Jing didn't speak, just sat quietly on the side, and at this time she clearly saw that there were glittering tears in Ning Chen's bright and deep pupils.

"If it's delicious, you can drink more, and if you want to taste it again in the future, tell your aunt, and your aunt will make it for you." Liang Jing promised.

Ning Chen rarely refused, but nodded heavily, "Then it's troublesome Aunt Liang." ”

"Silly boy, what's polite with me." Liang Jing rubbed Ning Chen's hair, looking kind.

"Lin Youwei, in my lifetime, I will definitely let you see the peerless young marshal in my mind, Ning Hetu." Ning Chen put down his chopsticks and promised in his heart.

Then he closed his eyes, and the pretty, quirky image began to appear in his mind.

'Ning Chen, you say, if you really see Ning Hetu one day, will he like me? ’

'You're so pretty, you're going to love it.' ’

"That's not necessarily, people are high, radiant royal descendants, and there must be a lot of women around me who can be called the beauty of the country, I am a little stressed." ’

If he doesn't want you, I want you. ’