"Am I being a little ruthless?" He asked Oyes and Nicole, who were walking beside him.

Hearing this, Nicole smiled silently, and Oyes nodded silently.

"Dracula has lived in China for so long, and China's traditional culture and traditional concepts have a great influence on him, and over time, the concept of unfilial piety has been deeply rooted in his bone marrow! Because of your joke, Jeffrey's boy is probably going to suffer! Oyes said with a smile.

"How can you say that? This is a peach blossom robbery, and it is better to die under the flowers and be a ghost! With a smile as full as a ripe peach, he seemed to be recalling in his mind the tired Jeffrey who was still working hard under Dracula's persecution.

After a few more chats with Nicole and Oyes, he walked out of the house alone to feel the warm and lazy autumn sunshine. The corn that has been fully ripe but has not yet had time to be harvested is endless, stretching to the horizon and blending perfectly with the soft blue of the sky, and it does not seem to be abrupt.

The breeze blows and the corn stalks gently sway, which is rhythmic but infinitely pleasant. The only fly in the ointment is that most of this scene is a wheat field in the uproar, and it should be the wheat waves dancing with the breeze, not the hard erection of corn.

As he took a step, he walked alone into the cornfield, as if something was calling him in the distance.

The rustle of the broad leaves of the corn against the clothes was the soft feeling of the feet on the soil.

He kept moving forward, without a destination, just walking blindly, and at this moment he was like a frustrated little official lost in the sea of eunuchs, and in the depths of the field there was such a wise man who could guide him.

It's closer, it's closer, and you can even feel his presence, but where is he?

The view was completely obscured by the corn stalks, and there was no trace of the person who wanted to be seen.

Finally, in the dense green gaps, a black shadow was found. That's not a chess player, he knows the breath of a chess player very well, so who is he? Or who is she?

The uproar's heartbeat couldn't help but go wild, the blood in his veins rushed, and he quickened his pace to chase after the black shadow that was already very vague and probably existed at all.

"Pei Ling! Is that you? Come out! He didn't catch up, so he called out loudly.

"Pei Ling! Pei Ling! He indulged in calling the name that he had been thinking about day and night, hoping to get her to change her mind and come out to meet him, even if it was a glance from afar!

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The breeze continued to frolic with the corn, undisturbed by the madness and longing of the stranger standing among them.

He knelt on the ground and smiled gloomily.

Pei Ling is dead, no longer in this world, and I still don't want to press any wind and grass on her head.

Now that she is gone, let her rest in peace......

The sudden ringing of the phone disturbs Ann Ran's grief, and Nicole tells Roar on the phone that he has forgotten something very important.

I didn't know what Nicole was referring to, so I could only ask.

Nicole replied that he hadn't read the letter that had come with the car.

He said this and went back to look at it, and then stood up, dusting the dirt in front of his knees with a bleak bitter smile on his face.

How could he have forgotten that letter from his parents? The reason why he never read it was simply because he didn't want to read it.

Because there is no difference between the result of reading and not reading, they are not allowed to meet. Then it is better not to read it, and reading it will only increase melancholy.

Back in the room, Ni saw that Yu Ran looked like she had lost her soul, and asked him with concern what was wrong, but Yu Ran just smiled and did not answer, and then took the letter out of the box.

He didn't pay attention to the fire paint that was delicately patterned by the coat of arms, and tore open the envelope directly, and the two pieces of letter paper folded in two folds were covered with two completely different fonts.

A kind of strength and power, a kind of graceful and beautiful.

The content of both letters is very brief, and the satisfaction of my father Tianzong for the uproar of growth flows between the lines, and you can feel the full pride without reading deeply. Every word and every wording of her mother Qianliu expresses her thoughts about the uproar over the years, which are like rivers and seas, accumulating more and more deeply.

Looking at the signatures written in the lower right corners of the two pieces of letterhead, Yu Ran knew the names of his parents for the first time.

Tianzhong, Qianliu, are really two nice names.

"Do you want to say something?" Seeing that she put away the letter paper, Nicole asked.

"There's nothing to say, these two letters don't have any nutrition at all." He said with a smile. Then he collapsed on the large fluffy bed, as if the physical exertion of reading two letters had exhausted him.

Lunch was sumptuous, but the food was tasteless, and even he didn't know why he was so interested, so he could only say I'm good to his friends' concerns.

After lunch, perhaps because he was too bored, he went to Dracula's study to take a look, but he didn't find any books of particular interest, so he had no choice but to pull out a copy of "Red and Black" on the shelf. He didn't know what kind of story it was about, it was just the title that attracted him, and he vaguely remembered that the book seemed to be famous.

Carrying the book in the sofa, he read it sleepily by the warmth of the fireplace fire, although the story was a little bland, not as dazzling as the kind of dazzling fights described in otherworldly fantasy novels that he usually read, but these ordinary words combined seemed to have a soul, attracting him to read word by word.

Books are the ladder of human progress, and Xuan Ran has known this sentence for a long time, so early that he has forgotten who said it, and it is possible that he never knew who said it.

Just as he was fascinated by the reading, the door of the study was pushed open, and it was not Nicole or Oyes who walked in, but Anan, who raised his eyelids and glanced at it, and then the corners of his mouth curved into a strange arc, which was a deep smile.

This smile made Anan a little inexplicable, he subconsciously lifted the book in his hand, and looked at the few simple words on the cover of the book: TheRedTheBlack Anan was even more confused, in his impression, Anan would never read this kind of book that goes well with a famous book.

And is that smile profoundness because of reading this famous book? Anan wanted to know the answer.

When he looked at the open page, he was even more shocked that the red and black book was actually in English!

"Are you reading a book from heaven?" Anan sat on the sofa next to Xuan Ran, and the expression on his face expressed to the fullest that he didn't believe that Xuan Ran could understand.

"I can really read it!" He reluctantly explained, and then said, "Something?" ”

"Can't talk to you about anything?" Anan asked rhetorically.

"Absolutely!" He closed the book and prepared to talk to Anan seriously, although he didn't know what Anan was going to talk about.

"You look weird today, and you don't say it when Dongdong and I ask you, what's the matter? Are you not ready to confide in anyone except Nicole? ”

He lit a cigarette, was silent for a moment, and said, "Actually, it's really nothing, will I have any other reason than to be sad for Pei Ling?" I always feel that Pei Ling is not dead, and I always think like this. ”

"Pei Ling is dead! Do you understand what I mean? Anan said seriously.

Yu Ran nodded and said, "I understand that I need to be responsible for all the living people in this house, and I can't indulge in the pain of losing my lover all the time, that will affect my judgment." ”

Seeing that Xuan Ran really understood, Anan smiled with relief and said, "Isn't this feeling of resisting pressure okay?" ”

"You must feel the same way, don't you? So you come out of the family, because here you don't have to think about too many things. ”

"Yes, no matter what is in the family, even what is eaten for lunch, those people will come and ask me! I'm a decision-maker, not a cook! Anan smiled wryly and said, "And do you know why they did it?" ”

He shook his head and waited for Anan to say the answer himself.

"Because they want to train my ability to make decisions and the speed with which I can make decisions! But can the question of whether to eat meat or vegetarian for lunch be compared to deciding how many people to send and what strategy to use to fight? ”

Hearing this, he laughed, and then said, "It's actually all the same, you just need to follow the feeling!" ”

"You usually follow your feelings?" Anan frowned and asked.

"Yes! I feel like I have to pick one of the many options, and then I'm thinking about the rationality of that choice, and if it makes sense, it's it! ”

Anan's brows tightened together, and he said, "It seems that when you make a decision in the future, we will have to argue and deliberate!" ”

"Zou Yi is pregnant, do you know?" Yu Ran suddenly asked Anan.

"What did you say?"

"I said Zou Yi is pregnant, ask if you know!"

"I don't know! How do you know? ”

"I can feel another kind of energy condensing in her body, and if you feel it carefully, you can definitely feel it!" He said with a smile, and when he finished speaking, Anan had already left the study to find Zou Yi.

He reopened the book "Red and Black" and continued to read, and occasionally took out his mobile phone to check it when he encountered new words, at this time he really looked like a high school student who was studying seriously.

He thought the book was well written, and he especially liked the name.

Red and black, red of blood and black of the night, what kind of story will be written when they are intertwined?

He was looking forward to it, because for a moment of inspiration, he even had the idea of writing a book.

The title of the book could be "The Feast", and the content is the struggle of the people to defend their faith and defend their faith, and this will definitely be a popular book.

But the premise of writing this book is that they won the war and that he is still alive.

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