She raised her head again, and her eyes were no longer the houses on the Daizong Mountain Palace, the tables, chairs, doors and windows here made her feel familiar for a long time - this was her sister's room in the past.

The air is filled with the scent of mountain sharks.

Is it a dream?

Feng Yu thought a little confusedly.

Even in her dreams, she rarely came back to this room.

"Sister?" She called in a low voice, "You're ...... today Here it is again. ”

Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen stood outside the old man's field of vision, Wei Xingzhen looked at Feng Yan and signaled with her eyes that she could pass over at any time, but Feng Yan just shook her head, still lurking in the dark.

The old man sitting in the chair did not move for a long time, but his hands tightly clenched the two silver bracelets.

After a long time, she suddenly sighed again and whispered, "Sister." ”

Feng Yan looked at the old man in the dark, she learned from Feng Dai's tone, and said in a very soft voice, "Why, you have to hide it from Ah Yan." ”

Feng Yu shook his head, "I've already ...... Told her almost everything, after all, Ah Yan's stone became red earlier than everyone else. ”

"So, what about my death?"

Feng Yu slowly raised his head with a smile on his face, "What are you doing when you talk to the child, I don't hate you for a long time." ”

Feng Yan's expression condensed slightly, and her aunt's words made her puzzled.

When facing Feng Dai, she did not panic or fear at all, and even had a certain understanding of generosity and calmness.

Feng Yan bit her knuckles and thought for a while before she whispered, "Why don't you hate it?" ”

Feng Yu laughed in a low voice, "It's all my retribution, the price I should pay." The last stab should be my belated apology...... Sister. ”

Feng Yan was even more surprised when she heard it.

Obviously, the sisters in Changling did kill each other, but in the aunt's place, the knife seemed like a concession and compromise she made for Feng Dai.

"Your price is ......"

Feng Yu let out a long sigh, squinting his eyes and leaning back on the back of the chair, "It's not important." ”

"Tell me."

The old man's eyebrows raised slightly, "A little life......

Feng Yan frowned—she suddenly remembered that shortly after Feng Dai's death, her aunt had stabbed her palm with a dagger, dripping her blood on Feng Dai's corpse.

And my aunt's long hair became gray after that, as if she had aged a lot overnight.

Feng Yu smiled a little lightly, "But even so, I have lived too long, in the blink of an eye...... The children have grown up. ”

"Do you regret it?" Feng Yan asked in a low voice.

"Regret ......" the old man muttered the word, as if she was unfamiliar with it, and she suddenly laughed, "I talked to Ah Yan in Changling a few days ago...... Didn't my sister hear that? ”

"Do it all over again, you're still going to do it?"

"Of course...... Feng Yu lowered his head, "there is no one in the world who can be worthy of your life...... I...... I will never ...... I must not look at you...... Look at you......"

"There has never been a person in the world who is worth my life for......" Feng Yan repeated in a low voice what her aunt had said to her in the Changling Tomb before, "...... Until you have to end my life with your own hands, is that right? ”

Feng Yu's expression also became indifferent.

"I always suspect that you hate me." Feng Yu muttered, "So you blame me in your dream...... You always blame me...... You won't even come to see me, all the time...... Always talk to me from afar......"

The old man suddenly lowered his head, buried his face in his palms like a child, and began to cry with a whimper.

Feng Yan was suddenly stunned, for so many years, she had almost never seen an old man crying like this - Feng Yan was always a calm, reliable, and fearless elder who was in danger.

Feng Yan extinguished the lights in the room, and only a little moonlight outside the window spilled in.

She walked up to Feng Yu and gently hugged the old man, who almost immediately grabbed her arm and put it on her chest and sobbed.

"I don't want to dream like that again......"

Feng Yan didn't speak, just gently stroked the old man's hair.

"Ahh......h Over the years, it's been hard work. Feng Yan said in a low voice.

Feng Yu's crying suddenly stopped for a moment, and when he reacted, his tears were almost like a river that had broken the embankment.

The old man couldn't say anything more for a while, and could only let his tears drown him.

"Why ......" Feng Yan hugged Feng Yan tightly, "Why do you want to make such a contract - is it possible that without Yanfu in this world, there is nothing else worth nostalgic for?" ”

Indenture.

It's a contract again.

Feng Yan's heart shook, she hugged the old man, and said in a low voice, "Sister always has ...... Sister's reason. ”

After a long time, Feng Yu's cry slowly turned into a sob.

She relied on Feng Yan, "I can't let Ah Yan ...... Go your old way......"

"If she continues like this, she will definitely follow my old path."

“…… Why. ”

"Because she has the same eyes as me."

Feng Yu shuddered and shook his head constantly.

Feng Yan leaned down and stopped in Feng Yan's ear, "I'm at the foot of Liufu Mountain, watching you." ”

The old man trembled and raised her head, the candle in the room suddenly lit up again, and she suddenly found that the person in front of her was not Feng Dai, but Feng Yan.

"Ah Yan......?"

"Auntie." Feng Yan smiled, "What exactly is under Liufu Mountain, can you tell me?" ”

Feng Yu was stunned, and then stood up in a little panic, but suddenly felt that her whole person was out of balance, the floor seemed to be sinking, and her whole person also fell-

"Old lady...... Old lady! ”

Feng Yu suddenly opened her eyes, and the maid Agarwood stood in front of her, looking at her with concern.

"Are you having nightmares again?"

Feng Yu settled down, and the house in front of him was still the layout of the Daizong Mountain Palace.

She gasped and lowered her head—she seemed to be asleep in her chair.

Yes, my sister's room is far away in the old mansion in Chang'an, and it has been burned down since her death......

She adjusted her sitting position, and the thin silver bracelet she had held in her hand fell to the ground, rolled around for a circle or two, and then shuddered to the ground.

Agarwood leaned over and picked up the bracelet and handed it back into the old lady's hand.

Feng Yu pinched the bracelet, his hands trembling slightly.

Is it a dream?

It's a dream, isn't it......

"Prepare the car......" Feng Yu frowned.

"It's so late, where are you going?"

Feng Yu propped up the armrest of the chair and slowly stood up, "Go to Changling." ”

……

In the distance of the palace, Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen looked at a lone lamp that slowly moved out from Feng Yu's house.

"Do you want to go back?" Wei Xingzhen asked.

Feng Yan shook her head, "Since my aunt cares so much, let's make a good show...... When I ask tomorrow, I will tell her everything I have seen in Changling today, and besides, it is my grandmother who taught me how to get out of my dreams—do you think she will believe it? ”

Wei Xingzhen laughed, "Why are you so good at deceiving people?" ”