In Twilight's cognition, unless something big happened, Hanluo would not be so out of control.

At least, in the past thousands of years, Han Luo has always been forbearing, restrained, dislike in front of others, not angry with others, and is an extremely self-controlled and measured man.

Han Luo was slightly stunned, as if he was hit by Twilight, and the whole person suddenly quieted down, lying on the bed, looking at the roof of the camp tent, like an innocent injured child.

He paused for a long time before pursing his lips, and in a sad tone, he whispered, "Father, I have passed away." ”

"How so?" Twilight frowned, not quite understanding.

Blood-Clan people have eternal life, and they will only encounter death unless their lives are in danger. So, what the hell happened to Han.

"Father, he died by suicide, and before he died, he hung himself under the osmanthus tree where I buried the peach burn." When Han Luo said this, tears suddenly flowed down and fell silently on the pillow.

"Momo-yaki? It's the jar of wine you just had......"

Twilight's words stopped abruptly, vaguely remembering a family matter of someone else's family.

I heard that in the Han clan, the rule handed down by the family since ancient times is that every established head of the family will brew a jar of peach roast by himself when he becomes an adult.

The peach burns its most expensive high-grade animal bone blood as the original brew, and then combines peach blossoms, osmanthus, and acacia flowers, collectively referred to as the three flowers, as well as a unique secret process.

After the peach is cooked, it will be buried in the soil immediately, carefully sealed, and will not be taken out until the successor head of the family is married, and the husband and wife will drink it together on the night of marriage.

In other words, the peach roast that Hanluo took out was exactly what he needed to drink with his wife when he got married in the future.

However, Hanluo gave Momoyaki to Twilight.

Twilight subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the corner of her lips, her fingers stopped at her lips, and she didn't move.

She called softly: "Hanluo ......"

"Caia, don't think about it." Han Luo turned his gaze away to prevent Twilight from seeing his tears, he also expected the meaning of Twilight, and explained softly: "Peach burning, it's not all that meaning, there are parents, relatives, friends, but anyone who is close can drink it together." It's just that there are many rumors in the mouths of outsiders, and in the end, only the so-called marriage is left. ”

"Hmm." Twilight didn't think that Hanluo needed to explain anything to her about this, people's hearts were unpredictable, and no one knew how many twists and turns.

Whether it is a father, a wife, or a child, or a family or friend.

Drinking is just the friendship of drinking, if the friendship is gone, even if it is a high-quality peach yaki, it is difficult to keep the past that cannot be repeated.

"Hanluo, Uncle Han, why did he ......" Twilight always wanted to know the answer.

Among the major families of the blood clan, the head of the Han family is famous and invincible, and has always had a good reputation, which is enough to make the major families jealous.

Now, the sudden death of the head of the Han family was not only beyond everyone's expectations, but also surprised the other ancient clans.

The most important thing is that according to what Han Luo said, whether the head of the Han family was hanged on a tree, whether he killed himself or killed him, it is not very clear.

"Because, I ......" Han Luo choked up, refusing to say any more. His hand reached out from under the quilt, quietly grasped Twilight's hand, and muttered, "Gaia, stay with me, okay?" ”

From now on, there will be no one else in his world, only Gaia is his most important person, and always will be.

"Okay." Twilight sighed, and she couldn't say anything more than the first time.

About the Han family, it is another story hidden in the long years, similar to others, who have never been able to integrate into it, or comfort, or change......

All night, Han Luo was babbling.

In dreams, several names often appear.

Those names once surrounded him and accompanied him through all his wonderful teenage years. It's a pity that after waking up from a dream, it was all broken.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that in Hanluo's unstoppable dream, there is a person who has always held his hand, comforted him, and made him have a flustered and endless heart, slowly calming down.

At dawn, Han Luo finally woke up from his nightmare and regained his thoughts.

When he opened his eyes, his mind was a little drowsy, and he woke up intensely drunk after a greedy cup, and his head was a little unconscious for a while.

In sight, Twilight was in front of the bed, holding his hand with one hand and resting one hand on his forehead, apparently asleep.

Han Luo couldn't bear to alarm Twilight, so he moved slightly, adjusted his posture, closed his eyes, and planned to pretend to be asleep.

However, somehow, maybe Twilight's company was too warm, Han Luo closed his eyes for a while, and actually fell asleep again.

By the time Han Luo opened his eyes again, it was already dark outside, and he was afraid that it was already afternoon.

There was a sound of light footsteps outside the tent, and Twilight lifted the curtain and walked in with a bowl of food.

Twilight put the food on the table and walked up to Han Luo, with a warm smile and a faint gentleness: "Woke up?" ”

"Hmm." Han Luo lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Twilight's eyes, he remembered yesterday's drunkenness, and somewhat remembered some pictures.

Thinking of this, a handsome face began to be covered with red flowers again, and Gu Zi was ashamed: "Twilight, I'm sorry, I ...... last night"

"Last night? What happened? Twilight pretended not to know, and found a step down for Hanluo.

Although this is a lie, Twilight's expression is extremely natural, and it doesn't seem like a lie at all.

If it weren't for Han Luo himself who knew how many times there were, he would definitely take Twilight's words seriously.

"Thank you." Han Luo didn't say the words 'accompany me', in his opinion, some words are bound to be understood even if they don't have to be said directly.

"You just woke up, eat something first." Twilight turned away from the topic and didn't talk about it anymore.

Han Luo saw a bowl of fresh blood on the table, and remembered his peach roast again, tilting his head in confusion.

Yesterday, did he bring the peach to Twilight and drink it together?

"What are you thinking?" Twilight sat down opposite Han Luo, noticed that Han Luo was distracted, and asked.

Twilight was worried that Hanluo remembered what he had said last night, interrupting Hanluo's thoughts.

However, Han Luo was just the opposite of what Twilight thought, and when Twilight asked him, the expression on his face was even more unnatural, revealing burgundy from the inside out.

Han Luo quickly shook his head, picked up the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp, "Twilight, I'm done drinking." ”

"Still drinking?" Twilight was worried that there was no food in Hanluo's stomach, so he specially asked people to prepare more.

"I don't drink anymore. I want to rest a little longer. Han Luo thought about how to send Twilight away to ease the awkward atmosphere for the time being.

"Then I'll help you back." Twilight stretched out his hand to Hanluo, his expression was natural, generous, and frank.