Facing the closed door of the lounge, Duan Yehan saw Sun Xiaolin combing Lan Xue's hair through the round translucent glass plate on the door. Lan Xue's eyes looked in the direction of the mirror, but on the sketchbook on her lap, there was still a pile of scraps of paper that she had just picked up. A heartache that seeped into his bones and blood instantly invaded his whole body at this moment, and Duan Yehan suddenly felt that he no longer had the courage to continue looking at her like this. He lowered his head, endured the sharp pain in his heart, and turned to leave. It's just that before he could take a step, Xu Duhang, who was beside him, stretched out his arm and grabbed his shoulder, and said in a deep voice behind him, "Aren't you going to thank me." Duan Yehan slowly turned sideways, looked at Xu Duhang, and suddenly sneered. Although Duan Yehan's cold smile was enough to isolate anyone from his world, Xu Duhang seemed to feel extremely cordial to this cold smile, as if Duan Yehan had expected such an expression for a long time. Xu Duhang smiled happily, stepped forward, and said, "Okay, I surrender." It seems that I am indeed not suitable for you to be friendly, although I have tried to treat you sincerely, but you have never really called me 'brother'······" Hearing Xu Duhang's words, Duan Yehan's thoughts suddenly returned to the first time he met Xu Duhang when he was a child, Xu Duhang and himself sat side by side on the sofa, he didn't speak, and neither did Xu Duhang. About ten minutes passed, and Xu Duhang suddenly smiled, "Okay, I surrender." It seems that I am really not suitable for pretending to be cool, it seems that I am older than you, you can call me brother. Seeing Duan Yehan's thoughtful appearance, Xu Duhang said with a light smile: "It seems, you still remember." Since you remember, you should thank me even more. For I have taught you to endure······ The smile I had just smiled was exactly the same as when I first met you. At that time, I told you that you had better endure it all the time and not have any expression, because in the case of not knowing whether a person is sincere to you, no matter what expression you are, your true self will be exposed, and if the other party is an enemy, then you will be defeated without a fight. Shouldn't you thank me for having such extraordinary 'endurance' like today?" "Oh?" Duan Yehan raised his hand disapprovingly, brushing the corner of his mouth that was still bruised, "Didn't I already thank you." ”

"It turned out to be ······" Xu Duhang suddenly realized that he had finally understood something, as if he had finally understood something, he smiled at Duan Yehan and nodded, and then, he let go of the hand on Duan Yehan's shoulder, patted his head and quipped: "It turns out that you have always been better than me." Duan Yehan didn't speak, just looked at Xu Duhang silently. The gaze projected from Duan Yehan's cold eyes to Xu Duhang, even Xu Duhang himself couldn't tell clearly, whether it was hostility, hatred, whether he didn't care at all, or deliberately became a stranger. Xu Duhang exhaled lightly, lowered his eyes, and looked at Duan Yehan from bottom to top, until his gaze moved between Duan Yehan's eyes, he looked directly at the inscrutable gaze in Duan Yehan's eyes, and said gloomily: "Don't look at me like this, I think I'm the unfathomable person." Obviously, you weren't surprised at what I just said, which proves that you already know who I recognize you. Since neither of us is a 'good person', there is no need to act 'politely' in front of each other. Xu Duhang finished speaking, raised his arm and patted Duan Yehan's shoulder fiercely, and said coldly: "Zuo Chen, 'welcome' back." Duan Yehan glanced sideways at the palm of Xu Duhang's shoulder, smiled shallowly, moved his gaze back between Xu Duhang's eyes, and responded, "It's an honor." With that, Duan Yehan turned around and left in a dashing manner······

Although Duan Yehan strode forward without hesitation, Lan Xue's wheelchair turned on his side, and the way she stuffed the handkerchief back into his hand with her detached eyes, lingered in his mind without stopping. The damage that Lan Xue had suffered had never occurred in all the worst predictions he had listed. He guessed that maybe at today's wedding, he and Lan Xue would each "ignore" each other, blend in with each other peacefully, and then "ignore" each other again, and leave at the end of the wedding feast, and he guessed that maybe at today's wedding, he would meet her in his sister's lounge. Among the many guests, they bowed their heads slightly for the sake of basic face, and then followed the topics of the guests, chatting with each other, although they were in the same room but in two worlds. But at the very least, she can also use the reason of "entertaining guests" as an excuse, assuming that among her chatters who talk and laugh, it also includes herself······ He had guessed too much about the way to meet her again, but he didn't think it would be like this. He watched her imprisoned in pain, she sat in a wheelchair, looking at his eyes, neither strange nor close, every gland that emanated from her eyes, if not looking at himself, was also pierced to his heart······ She still misses the little boy, even though she already knows that the little boy was "not" trying to save her. She obviously said that she was going to destroy him. How much hatred does it take to destroy a person? But she couldn't see any hatred in her eyes, she tried her best to pick up the pieces on the ground, and tried her best to protect the little boy from being "torn apart"······ He bandaged her wounds with a handkerchief, and she didn't say anything, didn't object, and didn't resist. At this moment, I couldn't help but wonder if she didn't hate, then maybe he could ······

Eventually, however, she shoved the bandaged handkerchief back into her hand, and at that moment her gaze changed from unmistakable to utterly detached. She doesn't want her own things, she is reminding herself that even if she doesn't hate it, the grudge between them can never be written off······ Looking at Lan Xue like this, he decided to change his mind. He had promised Lan Fei that he would "never appear in his daughter's life again", and he decided to break his promise. I really can't pretend to be a stranger when facing the current Lan Xue, after the wedding, not only do I want revenge, but I also have to get the "power" to make myself a part of Lan Xue's life······ Duan Yehan walked and gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor······

Sun Xiaolin regretted a little, maybe she shouldn't have asked the question just now, "But why did you decide to stay in the end, doesn't it only make you more miserable?" Recalling the question she had just asked, Sun Xiaolin regretted it even more, she was just a doctor, what qualifications did she have to ask people such questions! What should I do now? Will Xiaoxue feel embarrassed, or feel that she has a lot of things to do, and she hates herself, this time she really got into trouble. Thinking of this, Sun Xiaolin's hands couldn't help but tremble, and the comb in his hand fell to the ground. Sun Xiaolin wanted to bend down to pick it up, but Lan Xue picked up the comb one step ahead of herself, Sun Xiaolin hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but her fingers accidentally scratched the wound on Lan Xue's palm. "I'm sorry Xiaoxue! I hurt you, I'm sorry!" Sun Xiaolin hurriedly apologized to Lan Xue again and again. Lan Xue looked at the confusion on Sun Xiaolin's face, slowly raised her injured palm to look at it, then looked down at the pieces of paper on the sketchbook, carefully placed them on the dresser, and then said with a smile: "It's okay Sister Xiaolin." I, because I wasn't afraid of pain, chose to stay. ”

When Sun Xiaolin pushed the combed Lan Xue out of the lounge, Xu Duhang was still standing at the door. Lan Xue slightly measured her face and said to Sun Xiaolin behind her: "Sister Xiaolin, put the medicine box in the lounge, and come back to get it after the wedding." Sun Xiaolin smiled and shook her head and said, "I'm not a guest invited by others, so I won't go, I'm here waiting for you to come back." "Okay then. Lan Xue agreed, then looked back at Xu Duhang, "Let's go." Xu Duhang was very interested in the calm and unusual expression on Lan Xue's face, he leaned down and stared at Lan Xue's eyes with interest, "I can't see it at all." I thought you would be disappointed. Lan Xue raised her head unhurriedly, she looked at Xu Duhang without fear, and the distance was so close that she could clearly feel that Xu Duhang's breathing was hovering between her nose. Lan Xue just met Xu Duhang's eyes and said softly, "The disappointment that Brother Duhang is referring to is that I am disappointed because I didn't see that person continue to stay here. Or do you want to say that after you ruined the sketchbook my dad gave me, I still have to talk and laugh with you and be disappointed at the wedding?" "You!" Lan Xue's words instantly choked Xu Duhang speechless. However, despite his anger, the moment his gaze intersected with Lan Xue, he couldn't bear to continue to be angry with her. Because, in Lan Xue's eyes, he also seemed to see a faint, vaguely mixed with the intolerability in the pupils, and helplessness. As a result, in the face of such a gaze, Xu Duhang finally chose to "obey". He didn't laugh angrily, his smile was mixed with self-irony, mixed with sourness and bitterness, he slowly straightened up, helped the handle of the wheelchair from Sun Xiaolin's hand, and pushed Lan Xue out of the lounge. Neither of them spoke to each other from the time they left the lounge until they were close to the elevator. Lan Xue sat quietly in a wheelchair, and Xu Duhang just quietly pushed Lan Xue and walked forward until he pushed Lan Xue into the elevator······

The elevator door slowly closed, Xu Duhang couldn't see Lan Xue's face, he tilted his head and silently looked at the numbers on the electronic screen. Floor by floor, and there was still nothing to say between the two men. Just as the floor was about to descend to the first floor, Lan Xue suddenly said, "When I was a child, the happiest thing was to be able to go to Brother Duhang's house. Because, Brother Twilight will tell me a lot of fairy tales······" Lan Xue's voice fell, and the elevator door opened. Xu Duhang pushed Lan Xue out of the elevator, Xu Duhang's pace was slow, although he was staring ahead, he lowered his head slightly from time to time uncontrollably and looked at Lan Xue's hair. Although he couldn't see Lan Xue's face, there was still a deep meaning in his gaze that was like "wanting to say something and stopping" that people couldn't guess no matter what. Lan Xue was sitting in a wheelchair, and she couldn't see Xu Duhang's expression behind her, she looked ahead intently, and her mother had already echoed in her ears, "Daughter, during this time when your mother is away, your mother wants you to do something." Mom, no matter what method you use, anyway······ Mom wants you to hold Duan Yehan and Xu Duhang firmly in the palm of your hand. ”