- After listening to Mo Ye's words, even though Xing Feng had a calm and calm temperament, he couldn't hold back his "Teng" at this time, stood up, clenched his fists, raised his eyebrows and said, "How did things come to be like this?" ”

Mo Ye couldn't answer his question. As a client, she hasn't figured out why she has been in turmoil since she went to Kyoto. But at the same time, she painfully decided that these incidents were caused by her. She has caused too much trouble to those who care about her, and the closer she gets, the greater the impact.

Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes and looked at Mo Ye on his knees without any focus, and gradually lowered his head.

If there is no strong figure of the master in front of her, teach her to be strong; If he hadn't met Ruan Luo later, he would have almost unconditionally given her that much living space; If there is no special friend of Xiaoyi, I often accompany her to walk the streets and alleys, go to restaurants and restaurants, and say strange but enlightening things by her side......

If she hadn't met these different people one after another, but who constantly affected her thinking direction and state of mind, she didn't know what her life would have been.

At this time, she suddenly looked back, and she realized that she was actually not alone in Kyoto, and the people around her, which one of them took out alone, were all famous characters. It's just that in those three years, she thought that her place was always too heavy, so she ignored too many people around her.

Even the two opportunities closest to her background, she ignored.

Mo Ye once again remembered the middle-aged man he met by chance. The first thing that came to mind was his voice, because she had not been able to see his face when she first met him, so she was impressed by his voice; Then she remembered his face, it was the second time she had met him, in the Song Mansion...... Eventually, the voice coincided with the face, but instead blurred together, somehow. turned into a bright yellow figure.

The bright yellow figure stood on the high reef, standing in front of the shrine of the three sacrifices and five grains to the gods, leading more than 100 ministers to pray sincerely facing the East China Sea. Under the reef. More than a dozen merchant ships lined up on the coastline, crane sails fluttered in the wind, and the dull sound of paddle wheels starting slowly came......

He is who he is;

That middle-aged man is the current emperor;

The middle-aged man who raised his thick eyebrows slightly on the card table, calmly and implicitly proudly, threw out four twos, was ......

It's just a pity that at that time, she never saw as clearly as she does now, and even the middle-aged man said to her when he was leaving, "I have a daughter who is the same age as you." She listened at the time. It was only a brief moment of strange feelings, and I didn't think much about it.

Looking back on the three years I spent in Kyoto, in addition to still studying hard, the direction of study has changed from literature to martial arts, as for other aspects. But there is no growth, and there is still a mess.

Although Mo Ye was finally willing to let go and told her old friend who had been separated for three years about her life in the past three years, she actually omitted many details. She didn't mention a word about the royal affairs, and the things about her own martial arts, Ruan Luo, Dongfeng Tower, etc., were only a few sentences. Those intricate relationships are not even clear to herself, and they cannot be explained in a few words.

The focus of her story is still on the matter of the Lin family's old house. Because she clearly realized that even if Xing Feng didn't mind her coming back, it would cause him endless trouble. She had to let Xing Feng know her situation as soon as possible and comprehensively, instead of only knowing that she could be trusted by him with peace of mind after listening to his sincere words.

But such a concise description of the process still evoked memories that she didn't want to recall. irreconcilably made her love fall to the bottom.

And even if she doesn't mention those complicated relationships, just talking about her current situation, to Xing Feng, a teenager who has been living in a peaceful village, is too terrifying.

Seeing Mo Ye sitting quietly on the ground, bowing his head and saying nothing, Xing Feng suddenly came back to his senses and slowly released his clenched fists. Thinking of what kind of pressure Mo Ye should be under now, at this time he opened his mouth in such a forced tone, which was undoubtedly putting new pressure on her.

However, although he let go of his fist-clenched hand and eased his mind, he did not sit back down beside her.

After a short silence, he looked at his childhood friend who was sitting on the ground and buried his head in his lap, and said calmly: "Sister Ye." ”

Mo Ye's shoulders trembled visibly, she slowly raised her head, and saw Xing Feng, who was standing beside her, stretching out her right hand flatly.

Xing Feng, who had grown to eighteen years old, was more than six feet long, and Mo Ye just stood up straight, and the top of his head was barely close to his collarbone. At this time, Mo Ye was sitting on the ground, and he stood up straight, which suddenly gave Mo Ye a condescending feeling. When his hand was outstretched, it was flat, and it didn't seem to mean to pull her up, but there was no contempt in his eyes.

At this time, the atmosphere in the field seems to have become quite strange.

Mo Ye didn't think too much about this too sensitively. Although they were separated for three years and it was only less than a day to reunite, she never questioned Xing Feng's attitude towards her. Not only that, after getting along for most of the day, she also felt a little pleased that the meaning of Xing Feng to her today was still as pure and solid as it was three years ago.

Her affection fluctuated because of the title of those two words.

During her three years of living in Kyoto, this title often rang in her ears, and this was what Ruan Luo called her, warm and respectful. But when it comes to Xing Feng, these two words are completely unfamiliar. When they met for the first time eight years ago, the two called each other as playmates of the same age, brother and sister, and then had a brief relationship with classmates, and they have always been called each other.

Now he suddenly changed his words, and when this title, which should have been familiar to Mo Ye, was summoned in a different voice and intonation, her mood became quite complicated for a moment, and she was silently stunned.

The blank space in Mo Ye's mind only lasted for a few breaths, and she had already come back to her senses when her hand holding the knife was held by a figure in the dust mist.

From childhood to adulthood, in addition to the family members who accompanied and cared for her in Xingjia Village...... For example, the master who is accustomed to holding the corner of a warm and thick cloak and wraps her by his side, or the aunt who holds half of her shoulder and coaxes her to sleep on a thunderstorm, or the strong uncle Ma who often lifts her to his shoulders to play pony riding...... Except for these few people, she is wary of any popular approach.

Even with a few friends she had met in Kyoto, she always had an inexplicable sense of distance.

At this moment, there was a sudden very strange sensation, which bypassed the back of her neck, grasped the back of her hand, and controlled the long scythe that she had personally polished in her hand, which was something she was extremely resistant to. The feeling of disgust to the point of palpitations made her spirit come out of the pale swamp in her mind in an instant......