Xiyan stood in front of the gate of the Qingmo Academy, hesitating. She misses Han Lang, maybe the time they spend together is less than a day, but she does miss him. Of course, it may also be that I miss that feeling, simple and free, no need to care, no trade-offs, no need to worry, just pure happiness. It is difficult to express the feeling of changing a person's destiny in words, and there is a sense of fatalism that you have become your destiny itself. So, who is her fate?

He was very focused, in the midst of a group of children his age, he had more desire in his eyes, he was handsome, and he had a lovable temperament. Maybe I was moved by his appearance and was willing to help him. Xiyan smiled unconsciously. She never hides her preference for beautiful and lovely people or things. It's superficial, but she doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.

Han Lang seemed to have grown taller, and when he saw Xi Yan, he was stunned for a moment, and then ran to her happily. At the age of 12, he will soon grow up.

"Why did you come?" he asked. It's been more than 4 months since I last saw her. Translucent new leaves have grown on the trees in the study, and last year's grass roots are soaked in the rain, and memories and hopes are intertwined. Her goose-yellow clothes smelled soft in the warm sunlight, and even her smile was sweet.

"Come and see you. Xiyan looked at him, he was as clear as the sky in April. "How are you doing?"

"Good. Han Lang walked slowly beside her, he had classmates and friends, and every day was full and happy. "By the way, the school also invited a martial artist to teach martial arts. ”

"Really?" Xiyan looked at him with a smile, "What do you want to do in the future?"

"I want to repay you. He said a little shyly. He hadn't thought about the future, but what he had to do was this one.

"Except for this. To be honest, she was a little disappointed with such an answer, and the word "repayment" was like a heavy stone, not tied to him, but tied to her.

"I haven't thought about anything else. He said honestly.

"Then you have to think as you learn. Xiyan stopped and said with some understanding, "I never thought about what the future would be, so I always lived a chaotic life." In the future, even if it is just a dream, you should have one. ”

Han Lang nodded. Her sudden exclamation puzzled him. He was confused.

"Let's talk about something light, tell me about the interesting things in your study?" Xiyan didn't want to let the low mood permeate, so she turned to say briskly, she looked at him expectantly.

Han Lang gestured as he spoke, and every little thing that came out of his mouth was vivid and interesting. Xiyan listened quietly, but her heart was floating in a trance in mid-air. It's hard to imagine that some miserable childhood doesn't seem to have left an ugly mark on him, but he is cheerful and warm, with only clarity and innocence in his eyes. Looking at him, she will forget about her situation and want to persevere. If she could, she really hoped that she could also exist in his story, accompany him all the way to grow up, share the joys and sorrows of his life, and make every day of life worth celebrating. Just looking forward to it like this, my heart will be very happy and peaceful. Between them, who saved whom?

Han Lang noticed her loss of concentration, and her movements and voice gradually slowed down, she didn't notice it, still immersed in her thoughts.

"What's wrong?" she realized after a while that Han Lang was no longer talking about anything, but looked at herself quietly and confusedly.

"You don't seem to be listening. Han Lang touched his head and pulled a stone on the ground back and forth with his foot, "Isn't what I'm talking about boring?"

"It's not. Xi Yan's hand was on his shoulder, and he lowered his head slightly to look at his face, "I just thought of something suddenly." "He was a little frustrated.

Xiyan groaned, "Please take leave in the afternoon." ”

"Excuse me?" Han Lang raised his head and saw that she had a serious face. "Do what?"

"Bake potatoes?" her eyes snapped.

"Baked potatoes?" Han Lang looked at her in surprise.

"Yes, go bake it, it's going to drool when you think about it. She looked salivating.

Walking on the path of the slight tide, on both sides are the green that sprouts in spring, the cool wind blows the corners of her clothes, she breathes the breath in the air to her heart's content, and her mind is a little clearer.

Yan Tianmu rode his horse and stopped at the city gate, and among the crowds of people coming and going, there was no person he was looking for. It's been a while, and she seems to be a different person, rarely laughing, rarely talking, always curled up in silence in the corner. Yesterday, I suddenly opened my mouth to talk to him and wanted to go out. He didn't allow it at first, and she didn't plead, just looked at him, and he was afraid of her, so he quietly took her out. But as soon as she turned around, she was gone. He sighed in annoyance.

Lei Yao flipped through the notebook in his hand, his brows furrowed more and more. He stumbled upon this book in a stack of books in Chaoyan. At first, it was just opened at random, but I found that it was a complete record of the days he and Chaoyan had had, from the first meeting in the forest to meet and propose, the record was extremely detailed, every time they wore what they were wearing, what they said and did, even a random sentence that he didn't remember very well, there were also records on it. And that's not what surprised him the most. The most surprising thing is that this handwriting is definitely not from Chaoyan's hand. Who was it? Who took such a note? Was it Chaoyan? Or was it someone else? If it was Chao Yan, why did she make such a meticulous record? For the sake of future recollections? If it was someone else, how could other people know the bits and pieces between him and Chao Yan? He couldn't figure out what was going on. Lei Yao took the notebook and sat in the study with a complicated mood. He had to think carefully about whether there was really something he was ignoring.

"What about the prince?" Chao Yan came back from the palace and saw his clothes in the room, but after looking at it, he didn't see anyone.

"In the study. The little maid took her cloak and put it away.

"Didn't go out?" Chao Yan asked strangely, he also mentioned yesterday that he was going to the outskirts of the city today. Coming back so soon?

"Nope. The little maid replied, "The prince didn't come out when he entered the study, and he said that he wouldn't let anyone disturb him." ”

"Oh. Chao Yan didn't particularly care. I was still thinking about what the princess said about going out.

She gently pushed open the door and saw Lei Yao standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his expression solemn, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Lord Wang. Chao Yan called softly, for fear of disturbing him.

Lei Yao didn't seem to hear it. She approached and saw a book spread out on the table, she glanced at it, and her heart went into arrest. She looked at his back, then at the things on the table, and clenched the handkerchief in her hand in a little panic.

"You're back. Lei Yao turned around and smiled softly at her. "What's the cold?" she was shivering.

"Sort of. Her eyes were flustered, and she tried her best to restrain herself.

Lei Yao saw that she was looking at the things on the table, so he pretended to be casual and said, "I saw it by accident, but I didn't expect you to be so careful." ”