Wei Xingzhen closed his eyes briefly, and between breaths, he suddenly felt a lot of gentle feelings surging in his heart.

He quickly buckled Feng Yan's wrist and took advantage of her unpreparedness to seize the upper hand in the confrontation.

"Now that you know everything...... Why aren't you afraid? ”

"Haha," Feng Yan chuckled softly, "I'm—"

Wei Xingzhen pulled the smiling Feng Yan, and without waiting for her to finish, he hugged her in his arms and kissed her uncontrollably.

He has nothing more to explain......

Wei Xingzhen thought a little presumptuously.

It was all the truth—he didn't have to hide or justify anything.

His hand gently caressed Feng Yan's warm back, breathing in her warm and crisp breath, and slowly approached her.

In the past, he felt that he knew Feng Yan well enough, but now it seems that this is not the case.

At this moment, he was intoxicated by Feng Yan's gentle kisses, and he also saw some kind of dangerous and terrifying shadow behind her quiet smile, like a big river flowing quietly, once the reef of fate appeared on the river she flowed through, she would immediately burst out, rushing up desperately, stirring up shattering and crystal waves.

——Under Feng Yan's calm water, there is always such a heart of rapids.

She, like herself, is always drawn to danger.

Wei Xingzhen suddenly remembered that after that summer night was over, she passed by Feng Yan's window several times and listened to her play the piano.

For the first time, her piano sound was almost a disaster, but Feng Yan seemed to learn everything quickly, and after a few months, the piano sound was able to enter her ears.

What is even more different from ordinary people is that Feng Yan's piano sound already has some kind of emotion before she has skills, just like the morning fungus longs for obscurity, and the cockroach looks forward to seeing spring and autumn.

At that time, he stood in the silent courtyard, and was secretly amazed at the figure under the lamp.

How can a young man who is almost confined to a corner all day long have such an agitated and courageous piano sound.

One day after that, Feng Yan suddenly began to play a wonderful tune, this tune Wei Xingzhen had heard countless times, but at that moment she felt very unfamiliar.

The sound of the piano is outward, the roar of the tiger and wolf in the mountains, and the roar of the waterfall falling into the cold pool.

Feng Yan's piano sound is inward, in the desolation and disillusionment of nothingness, using all her strength, desperately trying to grasp the last straw.

The two are far from each other on the inside, but their momentum is so close.

It was also an autumn day, and in the bleak night breeze, Wei Xingzhen finally let go of all her distractions and really calmed down to listen to Feng Yan Fuqin for the first time.

At that moment, he forgot his past friends, forgot his hometown on the horizon, and forgot all about the purpose of his original here.

All the pain, all the confusion, all the miscellaneous desires...... In the sound of the piano, it seems that they have become the souls of the dead who have gone away in the wind, leaving no trace.

Wei Xingzhen had to pay some attention to this fateful enemy who had not yet met-

He faintly felt in his heart that a person who played the piano like Miaowei would not live long.

What's more, Feng Yan locked herself in the yard all day long, and she didn't even have the opportunity to send her love to the landscape.

This thought made Wei Xingzhen a little conflicted, he hesitated for a long time, and he still couldn't make up his mind - what are you doing? Didn't he come to kill her? If she herself was torn between life and death, what did he care about?

And so the days went by.

It wasn't until seventeen-year-old Feng Yan was drenched in the rain all night in the Lion Garden and was in a bloody coma in the Taichu Palace that Wei Xingzhen finally realized that he had to do something.

……

When the lights in the house went out, so did the whole world.

Outside the window, the blue and white moonlight flooded into the room like water.

Opening her eyes, Feng Yan felt that everything in front of her was shrouded in a faint layer of light.

When I close my eyes, I feel as if I am alone in the face of a night sky with nothing, empty and empty.

Which one is the reality of the moment?

Feng Yan couldn't tell the difference.

She thought back to everything after and before she met Wei Xingzhen, and felt that everything was like a layer of mist, she couldn't see it really, and she couldn't think it through.

She remembered that when she was young, she stood on the cliff again and again, looking at the dark mountain stream at her feet, and the sound of water came from the valley, like the whisper of a ghost.

They beckoned to her and invited her to jump.

She tried her best and didn't listen.

But death is always a charming and sharp knife, and all the problems of the world are solved in front of it.

…… It's all about being alive and full of problems.

And there are some questions that she will never understand when she is young.

For example, when is the pain of getting along with others?

For example, when you feel lonely and suffering, where do you hide to calm down?

Yesterday's torment was no different from the day before, and the agony of the previous day was repeated day after day.

Yesterday is over......

So today, for what reason do you want to live?

Several thoughts were like glass beads in a ceramic jar, always colliding with each other with the disturbance of Feng Yan's mind.

Sometimes she spends her day with hope, sometimes with despair;

Sometimes rejoice, forgetting that there are countless tomorrows waiting for her after this moment;

Sometimes I suddenly see through some chance, and I fall into a calm and empty state of mind for several days.

She asked her aunt what the world would be like after death, and would it be the same as when she was alive?

The old man laughed twice, "I don't know how to live, how do I know how to die?" ”

The moonlight came up like a tidal wave.

Feng Yan felt that she was like a weed swaying with the waves under the water, everything under the water was turbulent, and she and Wei Xingzhen were up and down together in such an undercurrent.

All the anguish of death dissipates and is replaced by a fresh and lively torrent of life.

She heard the intertwined breathing of herself and Wei Xingzhen, his low moans and gasps, reminiscent of the horn of a charge.

The two of them are like two wanderers who have no identity and no past, they meet by chance, wrestle with each other, and neither of them will let go of the other easily.

They encountered, they attacked, they stopped, and they were captured again...... In the fierce and dripping joy, they both became victors and were completely defeated by each other.

They hugged each other and sank into the depths of the night, in the secret place, everything was like the eternal and blazing sun, like the never-ending chirping of cicadas in the middle of summer, as if countless long lives were stacked together at the same time, and all the laughter and tears flashed in front of their eyes in the moments of embracing each other in this night.

They are so engrossed that they forget that they are burning.

Perhaps tomorrow there will be an unknown calamity, and perhaps everything they loved and cherished in the past will be destroyed.

But before this destruction comes......

Let's fall in love.