The tender yellow fluttered in this dark cloudy sky, like a small boat in the stormy waves, making people like it and make people feel the difference. Does Zhuge Qingrou know what it was or who it was? Of course, he certainly knew, because he was so familiar with this person that he could not forget even if he turned into ashes.

That was his younger brother, who was burned to pieces in the fire and then taken away by him! However, that was not his younger brother, because his younger brother had already died in the fire. This is what everyone knows, whether it is the head of the Yang family, or the Lu Laosan, whether it is Zhuge Qingrou, or the tender yellow who is walking towards him.

Zhuge Qingyi is already dead, and no one in this world would call him brother. The meaning of this is the superficial meaning, which means that no one can know that this tender yellow man is his younger brother.

This is a very interesting thing, but neither of these two people can think that this is a meaning. They can only do it like this, do it like this, and go on like this, no matter whether the road is black or not, they will go on like this, because no one can save them except themselves, they can only go on like this, and go on like this, and go on like this.

The tender yellow in the distance gradually walked in, and Zhuge Qingrou could not be calm. The things that happened sixteen years ago finally had a cycle of cause and effect, but he was unhappy at all. He just did this kind of thing himself. Why was his younger brother still involved? He raised his head, looked at the sky, and asked silently.

Will God give him an answer? No, God will naturally not give him an answer, because God can't speak, will Zhuge Qingrou give up like this? No, if he gives up like this, he will not be Zhuge Qingrou.

He raised his head and stood there. At this moment, Zhuge Qingrou ignored it. He didn't know whether it was important what he wanted to say or what his younger brother wanted to say. Things were so interesting.

The tender yellow had already arrived in front of him. It was an oil paper umbrella. There were still a few plum blossoms painted on the tender yellow paper umbrella. The plum blossoms attached to the tender yellow umbrella looked very beautiful. No one knew, and no one could know what was going on.

The two of them stood in the rain, the tender yellow and emerald green intersecting each other, looking very beautiful. They were all dressed in blue and red, looking very beautiful, one was ostentatious, one was restrained, one was ruthless, and the other was gentle. However, no matter what they looked like, they were all biological brothers, weren’t they?

Zhuge Qingrou looked at the person in front of her. After meeting him for a long time, he was almost unable to recognize this person.

The sound of rain blocked his voice, and he could only hear him ask softly, "Is it okay?"

This is a very common sentence. Maybe when we have something, we like to ask such a sentence, are you okay? Are you okay? How are you? How are you? Whether it is a long time to meet again, or an old friend meeting, whether it is the enemy turning war into jade, or the first time a friend becomes an enemy, it is like this, are you okay?

What this nation carved into its bones is such gentleness and subtlety. The words "How are you" wrapped in countless concerns. This concern makes him like him and makes him feel very happy. No matter what the situation is, both of them know that the person in front of him is missing him.

Zhuge took a step forward, reached out his hand, touched the face of the man under the tender yellow oil paper umbrella, and just said, "You are losing weight." The sound was filled with countless melancholy, countless helplessness, and countless thoughts.

They are brothers who have been together for a long time and are close relatives of blood.

The tender yellow spoke, "Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, why are you in a bad state again?"

The owner of the voice slowly raised his head with the sound, and the tender yellow color slowly rose, and then the face of the man under the umbrella was revealed. It was the 6th old fifth!

Only the six old five could hear the hoarse voice saying slowly, "Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are still the same, but I am no longer the same as before." He said, touching his face. He was not touching this face, but the hideous skin under the beautiful face, although it was fierce, but the hideous skin under the beautiful face.

When it rains, he always thinks about himself unconsciously, which makes him not know what to say or do, but he knows that in this case, it is better not to say anything, because he is afraid that his brother will worry about him.

Zhuge Qingrou didn't speak, did not care, did not worry, did not feel sad, and only had a smile on his long-term reunion. He looked at the 6 old five and said, "Come in, there is tea in the room."

6 Lao Wu just nodded, and then followed Zhuge Ruo and walked into the wind and rain hut with a smile on his face, under the eaves. He just casually placed the tender yellow color against the wall, and walked into the warm room with rain on his feet.

Zhuge Qingrou made a cup of tea, looked at the 6 Laowu in front of him and said, "Brother, I'm here today, I'm afraid it's for the things that happened back then, why do you have to check it out?"

6 Lao Wu didn't say anything, but just lowered his head to drink tea. After drinking the tea, he looked at Zhuge Liang and said, "Brother, this tea cannot be relieved. I am not calm. Why make tea?"

Zhuge Qingrou held the teacup and poured water and said, "The process of making tea is a process of meditation, right?"

As he said this, he raised his head and looked at the 6 old five and said, "I can solve this matter, and it has been arranged. The prince will be able to catch them in a few days. What do you do to get involved? I don't want your hands to be stained with blood. This evil of the past will be borne by me alone."

The 6th Lao Wu looked up and looked at Zhuge Qingrou and said, "Brother, what do you think of me? I am also the child of my father. I was already dead back then. Now, there is only one person named 6 Yi here, the fifth child of 6 families, and the controller of 6 families. I am not considered to be infected with blood. The blood is all affected by 6th Lao Wu, and Zhuge Qingyi is still the obedient child back then."

Zhuge sighed softly, and then said, "Whether, this is your business, I don't know what to say, but you must be careful."

6 Lao Wu laughed, and then said, "Brother, what is Wang San going to do?"

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