Lin Feng himself didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he walked out of the house, he only knew that his mood was so complicated like a mess, all kinds of feelings were mixed together, sour, salty, bitter, bitter, mixed tastes, I didn't know whether it was panic or nervousness, I didn't know whether it was sadness or sadness, I didn't know whether it was loss or helplessness, I didn't know whether it was annoyance or frustration, and I felt that there was little hope when I was worried. In short, he didn't know why, he was at a loss, so he stopped and stopped, and he drove for 40 minutes for a distance of three kilometers. But he came anyway, in front of the small villa on the edge of the county seat. 、

A stone-paved path leads to the door. After stabilizing his mood again, Lin Feng raised his hand and rang the doorbell. A few minutes later, Lin Feng sat on the sofa in the living room, and opposite him was the old clown, the real old clown.

He was still wearing a hat and a mask, hunched over his back, and gently rubbing the table with his only exposed twisted hand······ Once upon a time, these hands were so white and slender, so beautiful and dexterous, sprinkled on rice paper, splashed ink on the drawing board, how graceful and high-spirited, but this love and loss all came from that accident, maybe not an accident, it should be said to be a disaster.

"Do you know why I chose not to pursue the accident so much that the culprit went unpunished?" I don't know how to talk about this topic, this sentence came out of Xiao Jian's mouth faintly. "Because I know it was my father who instigated the arsonist."

Lin Feng inhaled deeply, his face full of pain and misery. Xiao Jian didn't look at him, he just said slowly in a slightly cool tone. "He wants to get Yunmeng away from me."

"And I owe him so much, ······ I also don't want to make a big deal out of it, I don't want the media to get involved."

"I just want to leave quietly······ I just want Yunmeng to leave calmly, without any ties, no obstacles, and no guilt to start another happy love, blossoming and bearing fruit······ Happiness and fulfillment ······"

That's why there was that fake marriage, there was a happy illusion that was sporadically seen in the newspapers, and there were all kinds of PS pictures. That's why you came to me later to help me make plans, let me open a hospital, let me volunteer, let me get in touch with Yunmeng, and let me fall in love with her······"

"It's your business to love her, I'm just prepared to facilitate the condition."

Lin Feng smiled, but smiled a little sadly: "Everything is as you wish, you give me your favorite, I am in love with her, I thank you as a friend." But as a rival in love, I will hate you. Because you made me fall in love with her, but took away her love. ”

The old ugly laughed, but the laughter was so bleak and miserable. "She is only in my previous life, Xiao Jian is dead, where will I have her love here and in this life and in the next life, how can I still afford her love in my broken life."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," Lin Feng cried: "I don't want to remember your past life, I just want to stay in your present life." I want you to be an old ugly for a lifetime, an old ugly for me to rely on for a lifetime, an old ugly for a lifetime to help me solve problems, and an old ugly for a lifetime that will never become Xiao Jian's old ugly again. ”

"Xiao Jian, Xiao Jian, Xiao Jian...... The old clown looked up and sighed again, and said, "Why do you bother with him?" You also said that he was just my past life, he was dead, he was dead eight years ago, he was dead long when he saw himself become unrecognizable. He was already dead when he lied to Yun Meng that he was going to marry Yun Ying, and when he was about to fulfill his lover you, a friend, when he was preparing to fulfill you and Yun Meng, he was already dead, and he had already burned the word Xiao Jian to ashes and turned it into smoke, and now it has long been gone to ashes and vanished. ”

"Really? Is it gone? Has the smoke disappeared? Then why let that smoke turn into a reluctant follower. Let that ash become the obsessive watch behind it. If it has long been gone to ashes and vanished, why should she think of the snow and the one - the snow fairy tale. ”

Snow fairy tale, the old clown sighed again, and the sigh was even more distant: "It's just a fairy tale, a fairy tale that will never become reality."

Lin Feng raised his teary eyes and looked at the old ugly: "However, you know that this fairy tale has already taken root in Yunmeng's psychology, as long as there is a little nutrition, a little hope, and even ...... If you have a look, it will sprout and grow......

A little nutrition, a little hope, a look, will it? Will it? The old clown shook his head, shaking his head in pain. But he knew it would, it would, it would. From the one he looked at Yun Meng when he saw him a few days ago, he knew that it would, it would, it would. The melancholy and suspicion in Yun Meng's eyes told him that Yun Meng would, as long as he was sure that he was Xiao Jian, she would throw everything away without hesitation and devote herself to her snow fairy tale. However, the jade tree Xiao Jian has disappeared, the handsome and dashing Xiao Jian has "died", and now he is just an old ugly, an ugly and crippled old ugly, he no longer has the confidence to face her perfection, he loves her but is ashamed of himself, he loves her, but he can't overcome the inferiority complex when facing her. He loved her, but he could only run away from it painfully. Now, it seems that he doesn't need to run away, he should run away. Because, Lin Feng, who relayed his love, obviously didn't want him to appear here, in the watch over Yun Meng, in the reluctance to follow Yun Meng, and in the snow fairy tale that could never be realized.

Who said that it can't be stopped, now the time of the old ugly has stopped, stopped eight years ago, stopped twenty years ago, stopped in the previous life, stopped in the snow fairy tale told by a little boy, all the following, all the thoughts, all the pain, all the unbearable, all the loneliness, all the expectations now, all in his eyes condensed into sadness and determination. He raised his eyes, and after a long time, he said, "Get married, give her a home." ”

"Tell her that fairy tales belong to children, that she has grown up and that she should grow up ......".

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Their conversation lasted from morning to evening, and they did not eat lunch, because they could not eat. They kept talking, talking, talking about Yun Zhe, Lin Yifei, talking about Yun Ming, talking about the fire eight years ago, the fake wedding, talking about the company, talking about planning, Lao Chou took out the plan for developing barren mountains, expanding plum gardens, building gardens, and villas, and he pointed to a prominent part and told Lin Feng that he had planned to build a manor in this plum forest, just like a palace in a fairy tale......