Yin Shiyun's expression didn't wave, but his gaze slowly fell.

"Yes...... When was this? ”

"This has nothing to do with Lord Yin."

"Why?" Yin Shiyun muttered, "...... back then"

He didn't say any more.

Yin Shiyun suddenly found that almost everything he could mention was the past of "back then" - Feng Yan was no longer in that year.

But when did she leave?

At first he rarely saw her in the middle of winter, and many of their early meetings were on summer nights.

They hide it from their elders, and they hide it from all their peers.

On the day of the agreed meeting, Feng Yan would pretend to rest early, and then rush to the stone pavilion from the side gate of the mountain residence, and he would need to face his master Lin Anmin for a day's homework before he could sneak out of the Si Tiantai.

At that time, the person who arrived early was always Feng Yan.

Yin Shiyun has always felt incredible, although every time Feng Yan said, "I have only been here for a short time", but several times, Lin Anmin canceled the night practice because he went out for something, Yin Shiyun set off from the official office of Si Tiantai in advance, but when he arrived, Feng Yan was still sitting under the stone pavilion.

When exactly did she come every day?

Wouldn't it be boring to sit there and wait?

Yin Shiyun wanted to ask about these things, but at that time, the two of them were too young, for fear of embarrassing the other party by saying the wrong thing, so he forcibly pressed down this curiosity, and over time, this problem was gone.

He still remembered the first time he held hands, he was too nervous to know where to look, when he pretended to look at Feng Yan casually, and saw her head slightly lowered, and her crimson cheeks were as lovely as ripe red berries in autumn.

From the summer of his fifteenth year old to the early spring of his twentieth year, Si Tiantai's life was calm and smooth, and Feng Yan was always the brightest star in his life.

He went to Feng's Mansion with his parents as a guest during the New Year's Festival, and even if the two of them didn't say anything, they were quickly seen by the elders - but no one blamed them, and everyone seriously discussed the possibility of marriage in private.

On the days when they can meet, two people hold hands, and when they can't meet, they write letters to each other when they are alone, and then look forward to each other's reply.

Both men's letters were very restrained, and when they began writing, they realized that they would most likely be checked by the elders before they were sent to each other. They don't dare to exceed the rules, but this is completely difficult to fall into the two people who are trapped in love, only the two of them have too many memories, they easily write mountains and rivers in the letters, write about sunrise and dusk - every place is full of memories of their last summer, and the code words between the lines are full of deep affection that only the other party can understand.

For many nights, Yin Shiyun read Feng Yan's letters over and over again, he hid them under his pillow, even if the lights were out, he couldn't see anything, and he liked to put his hands on it, reluctant to take them away.

Yes...... These things seemed to have happened yesterday, vividly and profoundly imprinted in Yin Shiyun's mind.

Is it possible for a person to suddenly change his mind overnight?

He could indeed feel that after the rainy night in the Lion Garden, Feng Yan's heart seemed to suddenly close to him.

But he didn't know how to justify it, and he did waver that night—but not because of timidity, or because he was reluctant to live in the best of the day.

"yes, it's none of me." Yin Shiyun said to himself, "...... Now, we might as well let each other live. ”

"It's good that Lord Yin can think like this, do you have anything else?"

Feng Yan's voice came from behind the door, with a bit of indifference.

Yin Shiyun shook his head, although he knew that Feng Yan couldn't see his movements, he couldn't say anything more at the moment.

He turned around and turned back along the way he came, Feng Yan listened to the footsteps that were gradually moving away, and his heart was also full of mixed feelings.

She stood facing the door for a long time with her eyes down, and then turned around.

There was only one oil lamp on the table in the room, and the light was dim, only illuminating a small part of the tabletop.

Feng Yan looked at the shadow in the corner of the room, her left eyebrow raised slightly, "...... So how long are you going to hide? ”

A light cough soon came from the shadows, and then Wei Xingzhen walked out with a subtle expression.

He clenched his right hand into a fist slightly, placed it under his nose, looked away, and cleared his throat again.

"Ah Yan...... You know I'm coming. ”

Feng Yan snorted - does this still need to be asked, the two of them are so close to each other, and a big ball of cotton falls from the sky, who wouldn't notice it?

She walked up to Wei Xingzhen, saw that he was looking evasively, and deliberately approached his eyes.

"Is it fun to listen to the corner?"

Wei Xingzhen shook her head, "It's not fun." ”

"And you're still listening?"

"I'm passing through." Wei Xingzhen is righteous.

"Huh, such a coincidence?"

"Du Tianshi told me that you were locked up by the emperor, so I came to see you, and it turned out to be just in time......" Wei Xingzhen's voice was a little lower, "I don't believe you went to ask Du Weifeng in two days, he personally brought me over." ”

Feng Yan laughed, grabbed Wei Xingzhen's arm, and was about to ask a rhetorical question, when she heard Wei Xingzhen gasp.

His brow furrowed, and his expression suddenly began to weep bitterly.

"You ......" Feng Yan was puzzled for a moment, "what's wrong with you?" ”

Wei Xingzhen opened her mouth with difficulty, "Wound...... Ah Yan touched my wound......"

Feng Yan let go suddenly, and Wei Xingzhen suddenly fell to her at this moment, as if the whole person was unstable, leaning on her body.

Feng Yan wanted to stretch out her hand and continue, but she was afraid that she would hurt Wei Xingzhen again, so she just stood there like a wooden shelf.

The two of them just leaned together, Feng Yan supported Wei Xingzhen's body while urging him, "You stand up, let me see-"

"Don't be nervous," Wei Xingzhen quickly hugged her, "It hurts, it hurts, but it hurts the other hand." ”

Feng Yan was stunned, and soon laughed angrily.

"When is this all ......?"

Wei Xingzhen didn't answer, but just hugged Feng Yan tighter.

Feng Yan felt Wei Xingzhen kissing her hair, she closed her eyes and sighed.

Wei Xingzhen's body still had a strong smell of medicine and a faint smell of blood, Feng Yan buried half of his face in his chest, smelling it really well, the only thing that comforted him was Wei Xingzhen's steady heartbeat at the moment, listening to it, it made Feng Yan feel calm.

"Is Ah Yan okay?" Wei Xingzhen asked in a low voice.

"Of course it's fine." Feng Yan replied in a low voice, she broke away from Wei Xingzhen's hand a little harder, "What's the matter with you?" How did you hurt yourself like that – how do you feel now? ”

"It's okay now, but I didn't expect to recover so quickly," Wei Xingzhen looked down at Feng Yan's eyes, "I'm worried about you." ”