I think by the time I got to this point, you should have noticed that there is a subtle discrepancy between what I say and what you know.

But please be patient. Tianfu was eighteen years old, Feng Yan was seventeen years old, and too many things had happened this year.

Although Feng Yan at that time did not talk to anyone about her plan to elope with Yin Shiyun, in the spring of this year, I felt something unusual.

Some kind of determination, to be precise. This determination allows her to endure everything that happens in her life.

For example, Feng Wan, the seventh lady of the Feng family, once took advantage of Feng Yan's rare time to leave the courtyard and sneaked into this small courtyard in the southwest corner to change the carving knife that Feng Yan usually used when carving.

The carved knife is quenched with poison on the blade, and once the skin is cut, the wound will no longer heal on its own before the poison is removed, but will bleed incessantly.

Before I hesitated to warn her, she had already discovered this lame plot herself.

I thought she would teach this self-defeating seventh sister a hard lesson, but she didn't. She summoned the servant woman and asked her to send the twelve carving knives to Feng Wan's room, as a way to remind Miss Seven that her vicious plan had been aborted.

I was amazed at this generosity at first, but then I began to understand what kind of mood it is: when great happiness is about to come, people do not care about the small misfortunes in life.

Not only Feng Yan, but also me. It's not so much that happiness makes people tolerant, but rather that the expectation of happiness makes people have no time to take care of the dark currents in the dark corners, and they are really insignificant compared to the wishes that are about to be fulfilled.

But such expectations are just as blinding. When I was about to descend the mountain, my old friend Da Rong gave me a word of advice, "Don't trust humans.

When I saw Feng Yan on that spring day, I suddenly wanted to give her this advice as well. It's not that I think the boy from Si Tiantai is an untrustworthy person, but it's really dangerous when a person puts all his hopes on another person.

I can't forget why I came here, and if I did, I would probably be exposed.

During that time, you didn't come much, and even if you did, you wouldn't stay long, so I guess it might be that Si Tiantai's affairs were too busy.

Several times I couldn't resist reaching out to talk to you and tell you all about my findings, but I held back.

It's too abrupt for me to allow myself to show up as an informant the first time I meet you.

That's a little bit of pride on me. On the sixth day of the third month, it rained heavily all day, and in the dead of night, the rain stopped for a while.

Feng Yan packed her luggage, left two letters to her parents on her desk, and then quietly left Feng's mansion.

I quietly walked and came to the lion garden with her, but what I didn't expect was that Old Madam Feng was already waiting there.

I thought that the old lady had come to catch her back, but I soon realized that something was wrong, because the old lady Feng came alone.

She didn't bring any minions with her. I turned into a green vine in the lion garden and quietly climbed the eaves of their confrontation.

I heard Feng Yan fiercely express her determination to the old man, saying that she never wanted to go back to the mansion that was almost a cage, and she didn't want to endure the torture of entering the palace twice for three days, and so on.

Old Madam Feng listened in silence and didn't say a word. After Feng Yan finished speaking, the old lady spoke in a low voice, "Ah Yan, I'll make a bet with you.

Feng Yan asked what to bet on. Bet Yin Shiyun won't come tonight." Of course Feng Yan didn't believe it, so the old lady went to the guest house in the Lion Garden alone with a cane, leaving Feng Yan to wait in the garden alone.

In the middle of the night, it rained again, and at first I tried to spread my leaves to keep a lid on top of her head, but the rain was so heavy that the night wind made my little shelter useless.

Feng Yan waited all night in the rain. Actually, I don't quite understand why she had to go to the rain, obviously the pavilion is not far from her.

But she just stubbornly stood in the rain, looking at the entrance not far away. No one showed up there.

At dawn, Mrs. Feng came with her maidservant and a change of clothes, and it happened that the palace came early that day, saying that the emperor woke up this morning and wanted to see Feng Yan, but this time it was in the early dynasty, so let her enter the palace and wait.

This time, Feng Yan didn't say a word, and obediently changed her clothes and went. I went back to her backyard and waited for her to come back, but what I was waiting for was that Feng Yan was dying, and I was stunned that I didn't understand what was going on, I only saw many doctors coming and going, going and coming, and her mother sat on the edge of the bed and cried lowly, regretting that she shouldn't have let Feng Yan enter the palace in the morning.

Li cried like this, and I remembered that Feng Yan had a strange disease, which would have an attack once she entered the palace, and she had to recuperate at home for a period of time after every face.

I think maybe it was because the rain at the lion park last night had overdrawn her body, so this time the illness was particularly turbulent.

I stared at Feng Yan in the house through the window, watching the vitality on her body become weaker and weaker, I felt that I couldn't wait any longer, I had to go to Daizong Mountain to find you, I thought you would definitely have a way to save her life Then, you came.

I was glad to see your familiar shadow, but you looked a little dazed and didn't know what was going on.

It wasn't until Mrs. Feng came to visit late at night and talked to the Li family about this matter that you learned the truth from the old lady.

When they all dispersed, you went to Feng Yan's collapse and sat there quietly. At that moment, I had mixed feelings.

I don't know exactly when you're going to puncture this layer of window paper, or what you're waiting for, but I think you must have your own reasons.

Until then, I had always felt like I was a thousand miles away from you, but then I suddenly realized that I was your only audience in this one-man show.

The joy of this thought almost instantly overpowered all the sourness in my heart. I suddenly felt glad that I had decided to go down the mountain, and if it wasn't for that decision, I wouldn't have had this opportunity.

No one knows that you saved Feng Yan that night, except for me. And the fact that you didn't tell anyone about it means that I'm going to keep it a secret for you.

It's not just a secret. It feels like a pact has been made with you in secret. You didn't ask me to do it, but I feel heartily happy that I have such an opportunity.

Later, Feng Yan woke up from her weakness. I thought she would be sad about it for a long time, but she didn't.

She hadn't mentioned it to anyone as if it had never happened. But Feng Yan stopped playing the piano.