The clear spring water, cold to the bone, in the early spring season, trickling downward, resounding in the mountains one after another, accompanied by a pleasant light song, a bird stopped, landed beside a young man, chirping.

A smile of pleasure appeared on his white face, and the young man stretched out his palm, and the bird leaped up, screamed merrily, and then flipped its wings and left quickly, and flew into the clear blue sky without looking back.

Looking at, looking, looking, staring, the sky is really blue and pure, just like the clear eyes of a young man at this time, without a trace of ripples and fluctuations.

Three years! Not a short time, not a long time.

Many things will change, and many people will also change, just like a tree withering and blooming, a flower blooming and falling, one qiē is silent, and the other qiē is changing.

The young man smiled indifferently, and looked at the stairs leading to Kunlun, the years are still the same, how many vicissitudes of life have changed, and it seems that they can't change here, and the qiē here is like yesterday.

Walking briskly with great interest, Xu Lin stepped on the early morning stairs, and somehow, suddenly stopped to look back at the direction he came, and there was silence for a while.

The cave house surrounded by mountains, the paradise where you can hide from the world, the woman in white clothes, faint as a flower.

Two years ago, Xu Lin found there and opened a cave between the mountains and mountains, which was regarded as a family that was not considered a family, and also had a wife who was not a wife.

At the beginning, Qing Ming was always unconscious, only a faint heartbeat, which still proved that the woman was alive.

For Xu Lin, this is enough, so he can't wait to kiss Fangze, and work diligently day and night, from the front, from the back, or from the faint lips, Xu Lin vented his long-gathered feelings, and finally got a relieved release.

On the fair skin, the feeling of round flesh, and the delicate meaning of bumps, Xu Lin smiled: "Don't you want to kill me?" Lying naked beside Qing Ming, Xu Lin's hand caressed the bulging part, and then smiled faintly: "Isn't this together?"

Xu Lin's voice was very soft, muttering like talking to himself, such a conversation, he was always talking, more like he was talking to himself.

He likes her like this, he likes this scene, he likes this kind of no burden, no need to think about the other party's intentions, he prefers a tea like a doll.

So every night, he would fall asleep with her in his arms, use his body temperature to warm the other party's cold body, and carefully handle her injuries, not hoping that she would recover, but longing for this life to continue.

The Five Colors Sanren, Aunt Wu Gu, Lin Zunru of Huayan Sect, they left a valuable wealth for Xu Lin, and they were able to allow Xu Lin to try to heal Qingming's injuries, he still hoped that she could continue to live like this, as long as she didn't die.

"As long as you don't die!" Xu Lin said such a sentence to himself over and over again, as if he was enchanted, every morning, Xu Lin would greet the warm sunshine outside the cave, and then turn around and say such a sentence to Qing Ming.

Day after day, Xu Lin never tired of it, in addition to studying the exercises during the day, every moment of the night, he was by the woman's side, carefully caring, carefully doing what he liked to do with her, until that day, until that night.

The sleeping woman, still as before, moved up and down under Xu Lin's body, there was no sound, only a faint breath, in Xu Lin's ears, gently exhaling the warm fragrance, Xu Lin loved her breathing, soft as the wind, liked her without sound, but in the next moment, he was surprised to find that the stars lit up in the night.

Just as he leaned over, the pair of bright eyes lit up the surroundings, so Xu Lin froze, and in the next moment, Qingming's eyes were faintly glowing with a pearl-like color, and slowly slid on his face.

Xu Lin smiled, after he found out that this woman was only conscious, he had already broken through the fear of the moment and continued what he liked, that night, Xu Lin kissed her lips for the first time, and was drunk for a long, long time

In the days to come, it seemed to be the same, but Xu Lin found that since Qing Ming woke up, he had something more in his heart.

That inexplicable feeling, as if it calls guilt?

Xu Lin wondered how this word could be born in his mind, but he didn't want to think about it anymore, until the night came, until he saw the two bright eyes in the darkness again, Xu Lin lowered his head.

Because the feeling was clear, because there was only anger and hatred in her eyes. But Xu Lin left this qiē, he took off her qiē cover, revealing such a touching and graceful figure, Xu Lin continued to do what he liked as before.

In the early morning, he would go to the stream to fetch water, to freshen up Qingming, Xu Lin was like a good personal maid, he suddenly found that he was very good at taking care of people, at least he felt that this was the case.

On this day, he told her one of his own qiē, and in the undisguised story, there was a thrilling thrill that moved Qing Ming.

On this day, he began to let Kuli go up the mountain to hunt, and then he would clean up the game and prepare some delicious food for himself and Qingming.

However, Xu Lin couldn't help but complain a little about the bitterness, because this guy once resisted a few dead wolves.

The meat of this play Ying'er is very old, Xu Lin tried to communicate with the bitter force, wanting this guy to stop fixing some prey that he didn't like very much, but on the second day, Xu Lin was disappointed again to find that this guy actually resisted a tiger, and he couldn't help but shake his head and give up.

Qingming's hair is beautiful and long, and it is soft and fragrant.

Xu Lin made a wooden comb by himself and began to carefully manage Qing Ming's hair, and then in Qing Ming's dead eyes, Xu Lin saw the coldness, but he didn't care and began to tell about the things he had experienced. And whenever this happens, Xu Lin will find that there will be a touch of anger in Qingming's eyes, which is something he is willing to see.

From spring to winter, day by day, Xu Lin has never complained, although Qingming's eyes complained constantly, and even anger could burn Xu Lin to death thousands of times, but he didn't care.

When spring comes, Xu Lin will find some new buds in the mountains, and then insert them into those stone vases he made himself, and place them around the stone caves.

When summer comes, the mountains are like a sea of flowers, and the stone cave is full of strange flowers and plants, full of fragrance, attracting butterflies of different colors to come one after another, that is the favorite season of Qing Ming, Xu Lin knows.

In autumn, Xu Lin would try to go down to the river to catch fish and shrimp. Then stocked in the stone basin, with their company, in this lonely season, Qing Ming's face will not be so gloomy and sad, Xu Lin can see it.

When the cave was in the sky, the flowers withered, the branches and buds were long gone, and even the swimming fish in the stone basin died somehow, Xu Lin no longer went to practice the exercises, but hugged Qing Ming's weak body all day long, looking at the heavy snow at the entrance of the cave, not talking, just looking at the white that was in the sky.

Qingming hated Xu Lin, he understood this too well, every night of lingering, every moment of skin-to-skin blind date, what Xu Lin could see was always disgust and hatred, but he still didn't care, he was suing himself like this, what could he care about?

That day, as always, Xu Lin used a wooden comb made by himself to comb Qing Ming's black hair, which was his favorite thing, because at that time, Qing Ming's body always leaned naturally in his arms, without any resistance.

However, Xu Lin found Hua Hair as white as snow.

On that day, as before, Xu Lin began to wipe his body with boiling hot water, which was what he was most willing to do, because at that time, Qingming's body always brought him an indescribable beauty, and he was ashamed to bloom like a white flower.

However, Xu Lin found that his skin was as smooth as jade, and he had lost his earlier luster.

That day, like countless nights in the past, Xu Lin was doing what he liked, and in Qingming's body, this was his happiest moment, because at that time, Qingming's body could always bring him the warmth of a mother's body, like a dream, and he didn't want to wake up.

However, Xu Lin found that in Qing Ming's eyes, there was no longer any emotion, only tired drowsiness.

So Xu Lin began to sort out the Wu Gu Aunt and the Five Colors Sanren, as well as the classics left by Lin Zunru, but found despair in it, for Qing Ming, it may be a relief, Xu Lin thought a little sadly.

Life continues, a qiē continues, the only difference is that Xu Lin no longer does things that Qing Ming doesn't like, but hugs that Rouran's body tightly, looking at the stars in the sky all night, looking from the entrance of the cave, the starry sky, really far.

There is no longer hatred in Qing Ming's eyes, she will no longer have the disgust every time she sees Xu Lin, nor will she have the powerlessness to resist every time she is picked up by Xu Lin, but obeys Xu Lin's qiē.

It was very cold this winter, and he was still standing at the entrance of the cave, and a heavy layer of snow had accumulated on his tall body, but he still stood still.

Xu Lin hugged Qing Ming, hugged tightly, in this cave house where there were only two people, the bonfire was burning warmly, Qing Ming snuggled in Xu Lin's arms, his eyes were also angry, but he looked at Yi Qiē outside the cave with a smile.

It was a quiet night, the snow outside the cave was heavy, but there was no howling wind, only the breath of the two of them, blending with each other in the air.

It was a reassuring night, as if there were no more grudges in the world, only the heartbeats of two people to each other, one after another.

Xu Lin lowered his head, and Qingming raised his head.

Xu Lin gently kissed Qingming's forehead, Qingming closed her eyes, and tears slipped down.

Looking at Kunlun again, there was a black hair on the black robe from time to time, and on the white face, there was a pair of eyes as bright as stars, and the emaciated figure floated like a ghost.

Three years, three years have passed, in the blink of an eye, like a flower blooming, withering and falling, in the loneliness, silent and falling, is Xu Lin's lonely shadow, on the Kunlun ladder, just like back then, the feeling when he first climbed the mountain is no longer there, there is a fire burning, has burned all over his body, hot and violent! (To be continued......)