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"Ouch. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo。。 Phew... Shh。。。。。。 ”

The slow tearing sound of the scroll penetrated into the ears of Lang Yiyuan who was lying on the ground little by little, he closed his eyes, he didn't want to see or listen, but He Lan was trying to torture him, always maintaining a slow tearing speed, and the smug look on his face was not concealed at all, where was there still the original ten thousand styles.

"Listen, little one, what a beautiful sound this is, I haven't heard such a beautiful sound in a long time, this feeling of tearing up beautiful things for others to see, listen to them, feel them, beautiful things should be torn apart for others to see!!。。。。。。! ”

One-third of the scroll has been torn off, but this process has been going on for a long time, and even Lang Yiyuan and Liang Ping's hands and feet can move a little, but they are only able to move slightly, and their strength is not at all, let alone standing up. He Lan still felt that it was not enjoyable, and stopped from time to time to tease the two of them. But she knew in her heart that watching the painting being torn apart by herself little by little, the hatred in her heart did not decrease at all, but a sense of humility surged in her heart.

The sun was sinking, and the wind was cold, and it was blowing past the three of them with a whirl, and the skin of the horses pulling the cart trembled, neighed, and lowered their heads and gnawed on the grass. The scent that permeated the air had faded a lot.

Lang Yiyuan and Liang were lying on the cliff, and He Lan was standing in front of the two, facing the slowly falling sunset. The next moment, the orange color suddenly disappeared in the eyes of the Netherlands, like the sun instantly disappeared into the horizon, but in an instant, it appeared again. With a fierce gust of wind, something quickly slashed in front of her and slashed into her hand. He Lan subconsciously exclaimed in pain, and covered her injured right hand with her left hand, and the scroll was taken off like this, fell, and then was firmly caught and held in the hands of a person. He Lan's right hand, except for the thumb, the other four fingers were scratched. While stopping the bleeding for himself, he raised his head and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, with his back to the sunset, his clothes flying over, the other party was holding the recurled painting in one hand and shaking the fan in the other. The man stood up straight, and his body looked a little thin, because his back was facing the sunset, He Lan didn't recognize the other party's face at once, but that figure, that silhouette, reminded her of a man, the man He Lan once loved deeply, that man had the same straight figure as the man in front of him, the same thin face, and the same chic movements. Although she didn't recognize the other party for a while, she didn't think that the person in front of her was him, because he was in love with another woman, so he wouldn't approach her again, and in the end, he was dead.

His name is Lang Yuxin.

When the other party's face became clear in He Lan's eyes, she was a little stunned, and even Lang Yiyuan, who was still lying on the ground, was a little surprised. Looking at Fang Qi's face, which was a little cloudy because of the decadence of these years, it seemed that he was older than his peers, but his eyes were shining with a determined and clear light at this time, it was his once wasted years. He put away the folding fan and turned his face to the surprised He Lan:

"Do all the people in the Blue Boat Workshop like to take pleasure in bullying the weak?"

"Hmph, it turned out to be the "infatuated" young master of the Fang family, over the years, the dragon has not seen the end, and my Qingchuan Fang has always been with the Fang family's well water and does not interfere with the river water, why do you have the kung fu to come out and take care of our affairs?!"

"As you said, I'm an infatuated person, and besides, I can't stand your behavior, and I will never let you hurt him, this child. ”

"Oh, that left you and ran away with someone else, and you still protect his son like this, aren't you afraid that others will find out about poking you in the back and scolding you for being a wreck?"

"I don't care, maybe in the eyes of others, I'm a complete loser, but there are some things that others don't understand, and you don't understand, that's called love. ”

"Bullshit love, you stinky men talk about love day by day, but you keep hurting the women who really love you, what qualifications do you have to mention love!" He Lan's voice raised, looking a little excited, "That cheap woman just took advantage of your man's mind and played with you in the palm of her hand, what kind of love do you still believe?"

"You're jealous of her. ”

"What? Why should I be jealous of her, she just has a good-looking stinky skin, pretending to be soft and weak all day long, in the eyes of you men, I see pity, but in my eyes, I am disgusting to death, that kind of woman should die early, hahaha, die well!"

He Lan smiled, trembling, ignoring the wounds on her hands, and his clothes were stained with blood as she moved. Facing He Lan's incessant abuse of Xie Wenwan, Fang Qi seemed very calm.

"You're still in love with him, aren't you?"

It was such a vague sentence that made He Lan's trembling body stop instantly, and with a shake of his hand, a few traces of silver light flew out, and Fang Qi opened the folding fan to protect it in front of him.

"Ding... When!"

The three silver needles fell to the ground, and He Lan then deceived herself, and without using the hidden weapon, she actually opened her palm, bent her hand into a claw and scratched it, like a crazy woman. Fang Qi was also stunned when he saw it, then sighed, blocked her hand with the handle of the fan, and didn't really hurt her, just knocked on He Lan's wrist again and again, her strength became smaller and smaller, Fang Qi's last wrist flicked, the fan opened, and the edge hit He Lan's chest, forcing her back, and when the two of them landed, they were still in the same position where they were standing. Lang Yiyuan looked at what the two of them did, and already understood the meaning of the words of the two in his heart, and looked sideways at the woman in front of him with messy hair and a somewhat depressed face, and his heart didn't hate her as much as before. Fang Qi didn't want to irritate her anymore, so he changed his sarcasm to appease:

"He Lan, do you know why I am telling you so much today, because 。。。。。。 He hesitated for a moment before he continued, "Because you're just like me." ”

"I... AND YOU ... Hehehe, who's going to be like you piece of shit!"

"You're just pretending to be strong, but in fact, in your heart, there is no difference between you and me. Over the years, you have lived a very tired life. ”

After listening to Fang Qi's words, He Lan wanted to refute again, but she didn't know what to say, or to say anything so powerless, she trembled, tears surged out one step earlier than the words, pouring out without reservation. She returned to her green years for a while, the age when her heart was still simple, silently, in love with her sweetheart in her heart, she liked to follow his footsteps, listen to his voice, love everything he loved, but always kept her distance from him。。。。。。

"Rain Heart... Woowoo。。。。。。 ”

This name, which had been in her heart for many years, was finally shouted out by herself again. He no longer cared about the existence of a few people around him, and just called over and over again, venting his emotions. Seeing this, Fang Qi tilted his head, and obviously had a lot of feelings in his heart: "He Lan, I can understand how you feel in your heart," he comforted the other party with his words, but it was more like he was telling Lang Yiyuan on the ground," At that time, we had to love hard, but in the end we found that the love we pursued was not what we imagined, time did not take away what we wanted, the more we wanted to withdraw that feeling, the clearer it became, we wrapped it in a package of disgust and threw it in a corner of our hearts, who ever thought that this was just self-deception, some of us escaped, some persisted, no matter what you think, those who have been constantly denied by you are precisely love. ”

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