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Obviously, the farthest distance between the two people is just two walls.

But in this small world, I suddenly felt that he was so far away from me in the long night.

It's like I told him about Penglai's little fire fish, but he was seriously eating the grilled fish, and I told him about the little black plum, only the wind blowing in the mountains should be with me.

He will say that he is hungry when he is hungry, and when he is thirsty, he will find water to drink, but he will never ask me, as he did in his previous life, will you live in seclusion with me?

I walked away from the window, took out the cracked bellflower hairpin, and examined it carefully.

I don't know how Feng Jiu got it, but when I was recuperating in the Yan Palace, he gave me this.

At that time, through the soul mirror, I saw that the hairpin was shattered into several pieces.

I've never understood why the wooden statues in the long singer have a bellflower on it.

It wasn't until Feng Jiu handed the repaired hairpin to me that I reacted, what was the surprise that Liu Yi said that day.

I couldn't wait for a long time, and I didn't have time to send out the surprise song. But in the end, it got into my hands.

Although there is a slight crack, there is a little less glossy texture, but it adds a bit of thin silk cloud-like beauty.

I looked at the bellflower hairpin, and my heart was blank.

Perhaps the time is too long, and I will recall the bits and pieces of the encounter with the long night again and again.

But no matter how much I recall, Long Night never showed me too much emotion.

When I became a snow rabbit, I guess he guessed my identity, but he never cracked it. It's still faint to me, and although it doesn't drive away, it's not too close. The only intimacy and warmth are for the snow rabbit.

That's me, that's not me.

Snow hare and people are not the same after all.

Thinking about it now, I can't help but smile bitterly.

It seems that I have been pestering him all along. He never said a word like me.

I fell into the mud like this, and there was no relief, and I followed his steps to the mortal world alone, and easily pressed myself all up.

If the world is obsessed with love and hate, I have read a lot of books, and the original vague understanding of love is no longer what it used to be.

What can you do if you continue to have love that doesn't get a response?

If you don't love, you don't love.

What else can you do?

In the past, I always felt that after getting along for a long time, I could always deal with something.

I never thought that some people, no matter how entangled they were, might not get a little response. It's like a long night, like a night in this life.

You are like the lonely figure on the stage, singing your own one-man show.

As soon as such a thought comes out, it is like a green shoot breaking through the ground growing verdantly, and it is difficult to suppress it.

I don't know how long it took to be like this, and Ah Ye's footsteps stepped on the door over and over again.

I got fidgety and pushed the door open.

"Do you like me?"

I couldn't hold back any longer, so I asked Ah Ye seriously.

Ah Ye was silent.

"Ah Ye, do you like me?"

I asked again, my tone already trembling slightly.

I know that he is stupid in this life, and he may not be able to understand the difference between the likes I ask and the ordinary likes. But I was desperate to hear his answer, and even a slight nod would give me some comfort.

It's like a drowning man, waiting for his own redemption -

The answer to this sentence is my straw.

It either crushes me or saves me.

There is no third possibility.

I looked at Ah Ye, waiting.

This time, I was stubborn, and this answer must be heard today.

Ah Ye didn't dodge or dodge, stared at me blankly, and didn't speak. It wasn't until my heart was flustered and fell silent that he spoke.

That sound, no surprise.

He said, "Hungry." ”

There are no likes, and there are no dislikes.

Just hungry.

He was hungry.

Because I didn't eat lunch, I didn't eat dinner.

The reason why I didn't eat lunch and didn't eat dinner was because no one did it.

Why no one does it, because the person who has been in charge of cooking has locked himself in the house and spent most of the day feeling sorry for himself and feeling sorry for himself, forgetting to cook for him.

He's hungry—

I have to eat.

I looked into his unpretentious eyes, sighed, and resigned myself to the kitchen and began to cook the soup.

Although this is the reincarnation of the long night, he is not the cold and indifferent person on the top of the snow after all, what do I have to do with him!

The answer I wanted was never his.

And why bother with the horns?

As the aroma of the soup began to overflow, my chaotic mood finally came to an end.

After the soup was served and dried to the right temperature, I went out.

For the first time, I didn't sit next to him, stay with him, and watch him finish his food.

In late spring, an uninvited guest came to the mountain.

I looked at the woman in front of me, who was dressed simply but with majesty, and it took me a while to guess the identity of the person from the somewhat familiar appearance.

"Madame General?"

"Mr. Wind. ”

The visitor nodded and said my name directly.

"I wonder what the lady is here today?" I asked.

"Mr. Wind is smart, he should have guessed it. Mrs. Jiang took a sip of flower tea reservedly, and her face remained unchanged.

"Then ask him what he means. If Aya agrees, I have no opinion. I said.

"I'm tired. ”

Mrs. Jiang said lightly.

After a cup of tea, I stepped into the house again and said to Mrs. Jiang, "I'm sorry, Ah Ye doesn't want to. ”

As if she had expected this result, Mrs. Jiang put down the teacup, stroked the creases on her sleeves, and said, "Please also ask Mr. Feng to make it convenient for me to meet him." I have something to say to him in person. ”

I agreed, but there was no night in the cottage.

He went to the stream.

A person sat on the big rock and looked at the stream in a daze.

"Bao'er~"

Suddenly, a suppressed female voice broke the silence full of running water.

"Bao'er, my mother is here to pick you up today. ”

Madame put her hand on the shoulder of the sitting young man and sobbed softly.

The boy did not answer, nor did he move, like a stone statue, still sitting in silence.

Mrs. Jiang walked up to the young man, looked at his long and handsome face, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"My baby has really grown up~"

The boy rolled his eyes, and the movement was extremely slow.

As if he had just seen the person in front of him, he said, "Ah Ye." ”

"What?"

Mrs. Jiang didn't react for a while, and subconsciously asked a rhetorical question.

"My name is Ah Ye. ”

The young man paused word by word and said seriously.

"Treasure ...... Ah Ye, go back with your mother. Okay?"

The lady changed her name from a good one and said the purpose of her trip.

Ah Ye shook his head, no longer looking at Mrs. Jiang, but set his eyes on the clear stream.

Mrs. Jiang didn't care, and continued to persuade: "Ah Ye, as long as you go back with your mother, whatever you want to eat and play, your mother will promise you." ”