"Thank you."

"No, this young man has also helped Lao Yu, and now Lao Yu is helping him, and he should be."

……

In the blur, Lifeng heard the voices of several people talking.

When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a blue ceiling.

He got up unhurriedly, and the image he had just seen in his dream still came to his mind.

"Er Shao, are you awake?!" Feng Li exclaimed in surprise.

Lifeng sat up and replied without being salty.

The old man gave him a deep look.

"Young man, you have a visit with the old man."

Several people watched the old man walk out of the villa with Lifeng.

The old man stopped at the door of the villa, he looked at Lifeng with cloudy eyes, and his thin hands trembled a little: "Young man, your love root has been broken, your seven emotions and six desires have been sealed, and if you want to recover, you can't be in a hurry!" And now that you forcibly break the seal with seven emotions and six desires, you will backfire! “

At the end, the old man was very excited, and his voice trembled.

Li Feng pursed his lips, listening to the old man's words of concern for him, and a warm current crossed his heart inexplicably.

He couldn't help but desert a little.

So, has his seven passions and six desires been restored now?

He is ...... normal people There shouldn't be much difference anymore, right?

The strange feeling in his heart just now was an emotion he had never had......

Lifeng pursed his lips, and the cold and narrow peach blossom eyes under the sunglasses shone with dazzling starlight.

“…… Alas, there is no other way to do it. “

The old man sighed, took a small cloud out of his pocket, and handed it to the cover: "Young man, you must take it with you every day, it will be very helpful for you to repair the root of your love."

Lifeng took the small cloud and looked at the old man seriously: "Thank you."

The old man nodded, hunched over his waist, and slowly, slowly, walked towards the horizon.

Lifeng stood in place, holding the small clouds, silently watching the lonely and thin figure of the old man until he disappeared from his field of vision.

*

It was late at night.

The starry stars in the inky night sky winked mischievously.

For the first time, I had a real emotional detachment, and I had insomnia.

He lay on the bed and pretended to be asleep.

After about two hours, he sat up from the bed with a bone, and looked at the night sky outside the window with dark and deep ice eyes, taking care of the night sky.

There are stars in the night sky, and there are bright and boundless stars in his inky eyes.

Lifeng's hand groped in the quilt for a long time before he found a soft, fluffy cloud from the quilt.

Holding it, keep poking it with two slender and white hands.

Poke and poke and poke.

The little cloud slept very dead, like blowing bubble gum, getting bigger, smaller, bigger, smaller, and so on.

After playing with the seal for a while, he hugged the little cloud back into his arms.

In his obsidian-like eyes, there is an imperceptible loneliness and sadness.

Dark clouds come and go, obscuring the moon and making it shine again.

The cold wind blew the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and the building opposite was pitch black.

The moment he saw the small clouds, he suddenly remembered the spicy chicken that was captured and Ding Dong and Ming, who had disappeared for a long time.

Will it someday, like them, leave him?

Thinking of this, Lifeng pursed his lips again and hugged Xiao Yuntuan tighter.

The night belongs not only to poets, but also to those lonely souls.