The purple thunder wings ran around the streets and alleys of Xicheng like headless fly. The arms, chest, abdomen and other parts were caught by Zhong Xuzhao, and Zhao Yan seemed to be unconscious. The world in his eyes seemed to have changed from color to black and white. Even if he heard and saw the smile, he felt that it was far away and could not enter his heart. △￠,

Zhao Yan felt a little guilty because he was in a bad mood, but what he was even more powerless and irritable was his heart. His heart seemed empty and he was dug up a piece. The feeling of suffocation made him want to yell and beat him, but his rationality still existed, and he could only hold the depression in his heart in his heart.

The car suddenly ran around the ramparts. The river was under the embankment beside the road. The undulating river surface was so vast that it seemed to be cold enough to see it just by just a glance, but Zhao Yan still wanted to see it.

He felt that the feeling that was so cold in his heart was so real, which fits his mood at this time. Since he was sad, his heart should be cold! He wanted to remember this feeling.

When the car drove to an open section of road, with no vehicles or pedestrians, Zhao Yan suddenly stepped on the brakes and parked the car by the stone railing by the river.

These stone railings are like arrows above the Great Wall, and are covered with traces of time by the wind, sun and rain. They are a little black and a little pale.

The sunset light shone on Zhao Yan's body through the windshield, and the remaining warmth still exists. Such evenings should be beautiful and freehand. Zhao Yan used to like it very much, but today he felt that the sunset was also abominable. If he was Houyi and he had a magic bow, he would definitely shoot the last sun with one arrow at this time, causing the world to fall into eternal darkness, and let everyone be shrouded in darkness like him, and no longer see the direction of light.

Unfortunately, just as he was powerless to Xiao Mengyue's departure, he had no choice but to the sunset in the sky.

Opening the car table, taking out the cigarette and lighter inside, Zhao Yan opened the car door and walked out of the car, fell onto the car door, lowered his head and walked towards the stone railing, and poured out a cigarette and put it in his mouth and lit it.

When he sat on the black but pale stone railing facing the undulating river water under the embankment, his vision was already hazy in the smoke of cigarettes, both real and illusory.

His eyes were still red, his coat was torn and ragged, and there were scratches. He had blood spots in some places, but he didn't even look at it. Perhaps it was because his soul was the same. At this point, Zhao Yan and Lu Yang were the same. Both of them didn't care about the pain in their bodies, and they were all concerned about the heart.

Zhao Yan was just 18 years old. In the past 18 years, his life can be described in a poem: a young man does not recognize the taste of sorrow. Today, when Xiao Mengyue broke up with him on the phone and told him not to love him, his warm world was torn apart. A bone-broken coldness poured into his world and eroded his heart.

But he was stubborn. Tears fell down unscrupulously, which made him angry, so he went to the Veteran Martial Arts Hall and forced the Master of Zhong to fight him. He hoped that the Master of Zhong would defeat him, or even hurt him. He hoped that the pain in his body could overwhelm the discomfort in his heart. Unfortunately, the Master of Zhong who was once unfathomable in his eyes, disappointed him. He challenged the Master of Zhong for the first time. He had no hope of winning at all. He just wanted to lose and was injured, but the Master of Zhong for the Master of Zhong was not beaten by him.

No one can help him suppress the sorrow in his heart, no one!

Zhao Yan, immersed in his inner world and in sadness, had no idea that he was completely embarrassed at this moment.

Not only was his clothes torn and his eyes red, his fight with Zhong Xuzhao just now also made him look spotted with mud marks, including on his hands. He pressed his left hand on the ground once before. At this moment, he was sitting on the stone railing on the embankment, looking like he was curled up there. In the eyes of passers-by, he looked unlucky now. In the eyes of someone, his appearance is heartbreaking.

And this person is Hou Yichen.

Fate is very strange. When you have no chance, even if you pass by, you may not be able to see each other. When fate comes, even if you are far apart, you may meet each other multiple times in a very short time.

From this point of view, perhaps there is really a master in the dark who dominates this world and everything in this world, including you and me!

It is precisely because this unexplainable fate exists in each of our lives that no matter how firm atheist is, he has a moment or a period of doubts, doubting whether this world is really ungodly? Doubtly doubting whether our destiny is really in our own hands?

This is a question that no one can really give an answer. Even if some people seem to break their destiny and stand out from all living beings, how can they know that the so-called breaking of destiny these people have long been destined to be destiny?

Hou Yichen rode an electric car, and the pink electric car had just come back from delivering goods nearby. Just like before, she saw Zhao Yan and Zhong Xuzhao's fight, because she happened to deliver the customized clothes to Zhong Xuzhao at that time, and the same was true at this time.

At this time, she was just coming out of a nearby community, and was riding a bicycle home. A gust of wind blew towards her face, and her hair blocked her eyes. She looked slightly and let the wind blow the naughty hair back to her ears. It was this inadvertent slight side face. Her unintentional gaze saw Zhao Yan curled up on the stone railing on the riverside across the road and smoking.

The sunset sun shone on the curled-up Zhao Yan, the cold wind by the river blew on him, and the smoke of cigarettes was blown away by the wind, but he did not move, staring at the river water under the embankment. This picture made her feel heartbroken inexplicably.

This feeling came for no reason, like the cold wind coming towards us, so suddenly, so unaware of it, and unexpectedly.

Hou Yichen subconsciously grabbed the brakes of the electric car, and a hint of hesitation appeared in her cold eyes. After a brief hesitation, she turned around and looked at the road behind her. Seeing that there was no car coming from behind for the time being, she turned around and rode across the road.

The electric car stopped behind the Leiyi car. Hou Yichen got out of the car, put down the foot of the electric car station, looked up at Zhao Yan, who was motionless not far away, swept the hair in his ear, hesitated slightly, and walked over with hesitant steps.

Although she has never had any contact or contact with Zhao Yan in recent years, in her heart, she is irresistible to Zhao Yan. The departure of her father. She chose to wrap herself up with indifference, block all her eyes and mockery outside, and also block friends like Zhao Yan outside.

If Zhao Yan had been smooth sailing and was in a proud mood, perhaps Hou Yichen would never approach him again, because her closed and lonely heart would still not want to get close to the happy world.

But Zhao Yan is obviously at the trough of life now. The back is full of sadness, which touched her heart and made her want to comfort him.

"A Yan..."

When he walked to Zhao Yan's side, Hou Yichen stopped and hesitated and called him softly.

Zhao Yan turned around indifferently and looked at Hou Yichen's clean soup noodles with noodle appearance. Zhao Yan's face was expressionless: "What?"

Even the voice was indifferent.

If it weren't for feeling the pain in Zhao Yan's heart, Hou Yichen would turn around and leave just by his attitude. But she didn't mind at this moment.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked softly.

Zhao Yan's lips curled slightly, and there was a sad smile that was silent.

"nothing!"

He said lightly, and he bounced the cigarette butt in his hand towards the river water under the embankment.

"You're in a bad mood..."

Hou Yichen's words are not questions or exclamations, but just statements of a fact.

Zhao Yan still had a faint, indifferent expression, looking at Hou Yichen's beautiful face, graceful figure, like a breeze blowing on his face. Zhao Yan admitted in his heart that Hou Yichen's appearance was actually not worse than Xiao Mengyue. Perhaps what he lacked was the temperament. Her temperament was too cold and looked like a piece of ice.

Zhao Yan lowered his eyes slightly and suddenly asked her a question.

"Chenchen! Tell me! You suddenly ignored me a few years ago. Is it because you saw through me that I felt like a bad person? So you want to stay away from me?"

When asked about this, Zhao Yan lowered his eyes, but after asking, he raised his eyes and looked straight at Hou Yichen's cold face without any bias.

This question was obviously beyond Hou Yichen's expectations. His thinking was too jumpy, and Hou Yichen was stunned. Looking at Zhao Yan's pursed his lips and looked at her, many questions came to her heart. She wanted to know what happened to Zhao Yan? What happened? Why did she suspect so seriously that he was a bad person?

Who hurt him?

Based on her understanding of Zhao Yan, although Zhao Yan is a bit cynical, his mentality has always been optimistic. Even if someone denies him, rolls his eyes and ridicule him, he cannot really doubt himself. The most likely thing is to hit someone.

But now, she could see that Zhao Yan really doubted herself.

Hou Yichen opened his mouth and then opened his mouth before finally giving an answer.

"A Yan! Why did you ask this? You are pretty good! Really! I ignored you a few years ago. It was a problem at my family. You should know. Have you forgotten?"

"Yeah?"

Zhao Yan's lips raised again, with a little sarcastic look on the river again.

"You go! Don't worry about me! I won't be in trouble! Because... I am Zhao Yan!"

This sentence is stubborn and conceited, especially the last sentence "Because... I am Zhao Yan!", which made Hou Yichen's heart tremble for a moment, and only felt an inexplicable feeling rise from his heart and instantly spread throughout his body.

It’s not that this sentence is so beautiful, but that she remembers that this was Zhao Yan’s favorite catchphrase before.

"A Yan! This tree is so tall. Can you really climb up?"

"Of course! Because I am Zhao Yan!"

"A Yan! Can you do this question?"

"Of course! Because I am Zhao Yan!"

"A Yan! Can you play gyroscopes?"

"Of course! Because I am Zhao Yan!"

...

When he was very young, Zhao Yan had an inexplicable sense of confidence. It seemed that because he was Zhao Yan, he could do everything he wanted to do. Hou Yichen hadn't heard him say this for many years, but he didn't expect to hear it again today.

The difference is that when he said this before, he was proud and confident.

At this moment, he looked embarrassed, his expression was indifferent, and his tone was cold. The same is true, he still said so sure.

Hou Yichen was stunned and wanted to say something else, but found that Zhao Yan didn't seem to want to pay attention to her anymore. After hesitating, she had to say, "Okay! I'm leaving, don't stay here for too long, go home early!"

Zhao Yan didn't say anything, Hou Yichen said "goodbye" softly, and then hesitated and turned around and left.

Because I am Zhao Yan...

Looking at the river, Zhao Yan repeated this sentence in his heart, slowly closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He wanted to suppress all the sadness and sadness in his heart. He wanted to cheer up because he was Zhao Yan!

After a few seconds of silence after closing his eyes, when Zhao Yan opened his eyes again, his eyes had become sharp and stable. He stepped down from the stone railing. Zhao Yan strode to the car, opened the car door and sat in.

Regardless of whether he was still sad or not, at least, he had become strong and his stubborn personality did not allow him to be immersed in that decadent and sad mood.

Lei Yiche came to the front of a clothing store. The door opened. Zhao Yan lowered his head and walked in with a slight slight slashing in. He ignored the sales lady's inquiry. Zhao Yan glanced at the clothing in the store coldly, and pointed to a pair of pants and a coat.

He changed into new clothes in the locker room, and his torn coat was taken by him and wiped the blood on his body, and threw it into the trash can.

Zhao Yan returned to the clothing store and dressed brightly and was imposing. Unlike before, his eyes are now much deeper than before.

In the next period of time, Zhao Yan's life became very regular.

Every night, he combed until around 11:30 in the evening. After getting up in the morning, he practiced boxing on the rooftop, including Qi Duanjin's method of transporting qi and blood. During the day, he either read books or moved a recliner to bask in the sun on the rooftop, or helped his parents work downstairs. Zhao Ji breakfast shop opened just two days after the New Year.

The plot of "Rebirth: The Great Sword of Soldiers" has come to an end. Zhao Yan is ending little by little recently, intending to officially finish the book before the start of the new semester.

Perhaps because his mind has become focused, he obviously felt that his progress has been rapid when he was practicing the Qi Duan Jin Qi and Blood Transportation Method. Moreover, I don’t know if it was because his mind is focused or if he had a game with the main hall that day that day, which brought him insights. Recently, his boxing and palm techniques have improved.

Especially Bajiquan, he thought he had already mastered Bajiquan, but recently he had more understanding. When practicing boxing in the morning, there was a more harmonious and smooth feeling between the moves. The speed, strength and weakness are from the heart, and the transfer is freely sent and received.

Ji Yichun came once and asked excitedly if he had really defeated the owner of the veteran martial arts hall?

Ji Yichun said that many people on Xicheng Road have been rumoring this matter recently, and everyone who heard about it found it incredible.

Zhao Yan seemed very calm about this. This was not what he pursued. No matter how famous he had, there was nothing to be proud of. (To be continued.)

ps: Thanks to Li Jiuwang, the hairy lamb in memory, 5978330, the night man rewarded 100 points for 111, and thanks to a young bookworm for rewarding 500 points for 500 points.
Chapter completed!