008 had asked Yan Xilan without confusion what he was going to do next. Because the latter adheres to the progress of the plot in the general direction, and has made some changes in subtleties - such as the daily relationship with Xu Mingyu, the real Ye Zhen is not so good at flirting, and the strength of the enemy and me is very clear at a glance, but now he is dragged into a subtle atmosphere and becomes ambiguous and difficult to name.

What's more, he still holds in his hand the evidence it has collected, which is enough to turn the tables.

Yan Xilan's response to this was to turn off 008's language system. He never likes to be intervened by anyone.

Yan Xilan didn't plan to forcibly change the fate line, at least before he was fledgling. The "prophet" can be regarded as an important reliance and advantage for him to grasp the general trend. And some of his small actions that seem strange in the eyes of the system also prove that the world will instinctively maintain the development of the main line - on the day Ye Xuan came, Yan Xilan euphemistically expressed to Ye's father that even if he chose music, as a member of the Ye family, he would never shirk the responsibility and was willing to assist Ye Xuan. Ye Junting was relieved, but even more reluctant, thinking that he was still young and strong, and there were successors, so he let Yan Xilan put his mind away and put all his heart and soul into his preferences.

"Half-heartedness doesn't make a big deal, since you have chosen, try to do your best. Ye Junting patted him on the shoulder and said.

went around and around, but returned to the plot line and embarked on the road of pursuing his dreams. It's like ......

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

It's as if someone is manipulating this qiē out of sight.

Whatever you do, he will cut off all the branches for seemingly reasonable reasons.

This is a question worth pondering.

But he also doesn't plan to sit still, after all, if he really follows Ye Hao's life trajectory, he can only face the situation of family ruin again in the end. This is not in line with Yan Xilan's life aesthetics.

The vacation when I was a student always seemed too short, and the two-month summer vacation was like a white horse, trying to leave people nostalgic. Due to the start of school, Xu Mingyu's piano lessons from Monday to Friday were adjusted to the evening, which means that there is the possibility of staying overnight. He won't live here every day, but when the two of them are occasionally too selfless and take extra classes, Ye's mother Tang Wanrong saw that the two were really in love, and she loved the house and Wuxia, and proposed to let Xu Mingyu stay for a long time during the class, but the latter refused with a smile. The young man was a little reluctant, and when he sent him to the door, he stopped talking.

Xu Mingyu put on his shoes and looked up and smiled. "What, something?"

The young man hung his head silently, and Xu Mingyu didn't urge, waiting patiently for him to speak.

Yan Xilan took out two tickets from his pocket, handed them to him, and whispered: "There is a very famous troupe coming to perform this Sunday, you ...... Do you have time?"

Xu Mingyu looked down, drama Hamlet. "Yes. It started at 7:30, and we went over together after dinner. ”

The young man raised his eyebrows, and forced himself to ask, "It really doesn't matter, if there is anything else......

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Xu Mingyu interrupted him, and the gentleness in his eyes could drown. "You're my VIP. ”

The boy looked at him in amazement, and after a while he came back to his senses and trotted back to the house.

Seeing him disappear around the corner, Xu Mingyu retracted his gaze, and the corners of his lips subconsciously curled up.

The days passed slowly in inexplicable anticipation.

The night before the troupe's performance, Xu Mingyu had a dream.

In the dream, there was an apple tree, with its lush branches and leaves, and it was bearing a green fruit. He stood under the tree, and in a trance, he smelled a sweet fragrance that was almost ripe, but extremely attractive.

When he woke up the next morning, he felt hungrier than ever. When you wake up and think about it, it's really nonsense.

He forgot about it.

The young man seemed very excited, and even if he forcibly suppressed it, it still made Xu Mingyu feel his excitement.

He played Mozart's G-string serenade very briskly, and hesitantly stopped Xu Mingyu after dinner, asking himself what to wear to go out, full of hairy boy. The latter smiled but did not speak, and the narrowness in his eyes saw that the young man was at a loss, and straightened his back pitifully, trying to show that he was natural.

Fortunately, Xu Mingyu mercifully let him go. "No matter what time it is, Ye Xiaogongzi is dressed very decently. Yu Biyi put his arm around his shoulders and said, "So, now please feel free to go boldly with me." ”

The Ye family's villa is a little far from the city center, and it is in the evening rush hour, so the road conditions are not worrying. When driving to a place where there is a subway station, the two people who were anxious decisively chose to change the means of transportation, leaving the driver alone in the car. I hurried all the way and finally arrived at the theater before the show started. The two of them had never felt such a unique experience, and they felt fresh for a while, so they turned their heads to look at each other and smiled.

Perhaps because of the common "tribulation", the two got along very harmoniously in the following time.

The drama is very brilliant, the tension and expressiveness of the actors are amazing, although it is a classic old drama that everyone knows, it still brings the audience into the play again. After the end of the scene, the young man pulled Xu Mingyu out with great interest, discussing the actor's handling of details and improvisation, and suddenly asked, "Brother Xu, what do you think of Hamlet?"

Xu Mingyu raised his eyebrows and said vaguely and cautiously: "He is doing what he should do." ”

When Yan Xilan heard this, he nodded thoughtfully: "That's right, if it were me, I would also choose revenge." ”

Xu Mingyu was stunned, almost thinking that the kid on the other side really knew something. He softened his eyebrows and asked, "Even on the road of revenge, so many people have fallen?"

The boy hung his head and was silent.

Xu Mingyu's soft expression implied the coldness of human nature, "Among them, either they deserve their crimes or die innocently, all because of your death, and you can't escape the causal relationship and die for them." ”

For a moment, the atmosphere became a little dull, and only the rest of the trees chirped tirelessly.

"To live or to die, that's not really a question. The boy suddenly spoke up.

"If I forgive the murderer, then where should my relatives go? And the murderer already has evil thoughts about me and my family, how can he give up, my cowardice will only make him more unscrupulous. The butcher's knife hung over our heads, and we had no choice but to resist. ”

Xu Mingyu couldn't help but look at the person in front of him again, the other party's unexpected sobriety made him feel like he had never really known Ye Hao.

"But we have a choice. We can't save everyone, and we can't guarantee that we will inadvertently hurt someone, but we can try to have a clear conscience. All roads lead to Rome, and there is always a better way to find one. ”

The young man stopped, his eyes filled with a little starlight: "No matter how long the night is, the day will always come." ”

Xu Mingyuan was fascinated by the starry scene for a while, and his heart, which had been frozen for many years, unconsciously beat with it.

At that time, the night was as cold as water, and the young man stood under the lamplight, smiling slightly, just like the Hongchen dreamer who was waiting for his lover to look back suddenly.

Since then, the tired bird has returned to the forest and has a place to return.

After a long time, Xu Mingyu moved his lips and said in a dumb voice: "I'll send you back." ”

When Yan Xilan heard this, his expression became more vivid.

- Extinguish, extinguish, the lights of the moment. Life is nothing but a walking shadow. *

*Note: This sentence is from Macbeth.