For some reason, after listening to Zhou Xize's words, Yi Shengge's heart was rarely calm.

This feeling is like a cloudless sky, a gust of late autumn wind blowing towards the lake.

There are still ripples on the surface of the water, but in the depths of the lake, they are not affected at all.

Invisibly, Yi Shengge's gaze was no longer as sharp as before.

And because of the argument with Zhou Xize, the eyes that widened due to emotional tension and anger also narrowed a little.

Now Yi Shengge no longer wants to be as strong as before.

With Yi Shenghe, or Zhou Xize outside the door, it is meaningless to fight for your life and death, and to fight to the death.

This feeling is not only the calmness of the heart, but also the heavy tiredness that Yi Shengge can perceive from the depths of his soul.

At this time, Qiao Ling had long been unable to tell whether it was because of himself or because of the real Yisheng Song.

Yi Shengge closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, wanting to make the back of his neck more comfortable, breathe steadily, and relax his body.

Keeping this motion, Yi Shengge leaned against the wall behind him. There was no movement outside the door, no one to speak, and after a long time, I wanted to sleep even more.

I don't know how long it was silent, but Zhou Xize still maintained a posture and stood outside the door.

I can't remember how many hours it was, and I just stood like this.

Although Zhou Xize did not have a lot of movement on his body, the movement just now was still quite influential.

Whether physically or psychologically, Zhou Xize is almost exhausted.

After Zhou Xize finished speaking, there was no longer any response from inside.

In this last moment, Zhou Xize still chose to give up after all, not to force.

After all, not everything in this world, as long as you stick to it, you will definitely be able to have a satisfactory result.

Of course, Zhou Xize deeply understands this truth, because reality always gives him a few resounding slaps from time to time.

Zhou Xize can't always let himself fall into a dream, just like a child, always true and childlike.

"Huh."

Standing outside the door, Zhou Xize exhaled deeply.

I can't remember the number of times I sighed tonight. Not sure, more than the number of sighs in an entire month of the previous month combined.

"Master Ido."

Zhou Xize turned his back, and was no longer as excited as before, full of longing for the ground towards the door of the Hege Medicine Hall.

Now Zhou Xize just wants to say hello to Yi Shengge, congratulate him on winning, and then leave alone without going to die.

Yi Shengge inside the door opened his eyes in response, but he only opened his eyes and did not react otherwise.

"If you really don't want to open this door, if you don't want to see me, forget it. Reluctantly, it's not good after all. ”

Zhou Xize raised his head and looked into the sky.

In the night sky, the full moon still hung silently. It will sprinkle the cold moonlight on the land of Fanyin City, so that those who do not return home late at night and are still walking outside can feel the chill from autumn.

Seeing that Zhou Xize finally gave up, Yi Shengge did not feel relieved.

On the contrary, Zhou Xize just wants to go back now and lie in bed and rest. I really didn't expect that tonight would be like this.

There was still no answer inside, and Zhou Xize looked at the full moon above his head.

Tonight's moon is already so bright, but it's still nothing, and I can't give it to myself.

"That's good."

Zhou Xize sighed, life is such a process of ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs, and falls to the bottom.

But why is it that every time I fall into the depths, there is a light shining above my head?

Why is it that every time I am already desperate, life always has pity on me and gives hope to others?

When he regained hope and was ready to move on, he blocked every exit and fell into despair again.

It turns out that the course of life is a cycle between hope and disappointment.

It turns out that despair is the most perfect word in the world.

Extinction hope, extinction disappointment, only if you have never had it, you will not feel heartache when you lose.

Zhou Xize was full of emotion for a while, and he didn't know what language to use to express his feelings.

But none of this matters anymore, and the end is that he finally accepted his fate.

Not everyone has the power to change their lives. At the very least, he, Zhou Xize, is not one of those people. It's just that for so many years, I've been obsessed and unwilling to accept it.

If Yi Shengge doesn't open the door now, for Zhou Xize, it will actually be just a disappointment.

But it is every disappointment that is a snowflake pressing on the branches. Each snowflake overlapped and pressed against the branches, and they all felt like they were weightless. Therefore, the snowflakes are unscrupulous and rush in their faces.

And this time, Yi Shengge just didn't open the door, it was one of the thousands of snowflakes.

Of course, Yi Shengge himself would not think that not opening the door would have any impact on Zhou Xize. He doesn't care, it's none of his business anyway, hang high.

But it was this snowflake, which eventually led to other snowflakes, that crushed the branches, and also crushed Zhou Xize's faint hope for so many years.

Of course, the snowflakes don't think it's because of themselves, but in the end, every snowflake that presses on the branches is a murderer.

Zhou Xize was relieved all of a sudden, no longer as persistent as before, and completely unwilling to let go.

At this time, Zhou Xize just wanted to get rid of all the shackles and throw away all the things that should be thrown away and those things that should not be thrown away.

Only in this way can you be relaxed. No more thinking, no more extravagant hopes, those things that shouldn't belong to you in the first place.

These so-called things that need to be thrown away by Zhou Xize are not just the thoughts he sealed in his heart.

There are also more practical things that can be touched, such as the gem that Zhou Xize holds in the palm of his hand.

The gem that will shine on its own, levitate on its own, find direction, bring hope, and make Zhou Xize bravely move forward again and again.

I don't remember when it started, this gem has been carried by Zhou Xize.

In the endless dark night, whenever Zhou Xize wanted a little light, this gem began to shine as if he had a soul in his heart.

It looks bamboo blue from the inside out. The green light emitted is more like the source of life, a strong and unyielding will.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xize realized that the gem he was holding in his hand had long since stopped moving.

The gems are no longer as agile and joyful as they used to be. Now it's more like it's hibernating.

Zhou Xize lowered his head, wanting to take a final look at this gem that had accompanied him for many years.

When Zhou Xize raised his hand and the gem came into view, he realized that the gem that had always glowed with bamboo blue before had now turned dark green.

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