But why are there so many shackles in life? You can't escape, it's like a narrow cage that binds you tightly, and you have no choice but to become a puppet-like person who has no thoughts, no feelings, no laughter and no tears.

There is no freedom, and there is no ego - they don't care how you live, whether you live well or not, they just want you to follow their thoughts and wills, and embark on the fixed path that they think is good for you, even if you don't want to, even if every time you ask your heart, you are often so depressed that you feel like you are going to suffocate to death.

Doing what he didn't want to do, smiling at his reluctance.

You can only repeat to yourself over and over again: there are too many involuntary parts of life, why would you be so lucky to be yourself.

There is no choice, only to move forward.

But he thought about it so much, even if it was only once, he wanted to choose it himself.

"What are you thinking......" Linlang saw the words of the young man in front of him crying with surprise, and there was an indescribable layer of gloom and unwillingness in his eyebrows, and - grievance.

The young man's back was straight, and his azure robe swayed slightly in the wind, and the stubbornness and uninhibition that were faintly revealed were very inconsistent with his expression.

His previous attitude was so hateful, but at this time, it was so pitiful, and the pity made her feel a little distressed.

What kind of person is you, who will marry me?

Can I understand you?

"Heh, let you see it, what about you, you also live in such a traditional family, your fate is similar to mine, you, what do you think?" The young man smiled lightly, smiling like a spring breeze, blowing away the haze that seemed to be absent before, and showing a kind of cold hostility and temptation.

It's like looking for some kind of identity, and it's like talking about it randomly.

But either way, Linlang didn't know how to answer for a while, she looked up at his eyes, and the thin and slowly flowing light, like a tide, flapped and passed.

Silent.

The courtyard is diffused with a kind of rich fragrance of flowers, the people of the Dongcheng family are also elegant enough, along the wall of the green bricks, planted countless plants of the Rosaceae family, a lot of lush growth of rhododendron rose peony, bright like flowing colors, beautiful like clouds, red like pink, purple like xia, and the warm breeze is slightly drunk, colorful butterflies are swaggering, with a lot of brightness.

The sunny silk blows to the idle courtyard, and the spring is like a line.

Flowers lining beauties, beauties lining flowers.

The variety of light purple cheongsams is so charming that it is not like words.

In the end, when he is young, even if he is sad and sad in his heart, the young man subconsciously still loses his mind, for the beauty of the girl's youth, the subtle throbbing, bit by bit, taking root and sprouting, quietly teasing, whose heart is it?

Looking at Linlang's drooping eyes and looking away without answering, the young man sighed almost faintly, as if he had expected something a long time ago, because he had tried too many useless struggles, so he was habitually pessimistic and gloomy, he did not think that the girl in front of him was any different from other people.

Probably maybe, even worse, to get lost in the fate of drifting with the flow, what is presented is nothing more than a monotonous and tired heart.

He said with three points of coldness and seven points of impatience: "Let's go elsewhere, it will take time to prevaricate the adults, and you should go home early." ”

“.......”

Talking painless gossip, the occasional few words of impatience and ridicule from the young man, Linlang endured it silently, without saying a word, and didn't know what he was thinking.

In the alley of Dongcheng, the courtyard shuttled left and right, and the long time passed until dusk, which was considered to meet his father's requirements and completed this task, and the young man led Linlang back to the lobby.

In the solemn hall, the adults had almost finished another round of gossip, and then they smiled and watched the arrival of the young man and girl one after the other, like looking at a pair of golden boys and girls, and as if they saw the distant future of the family through this pair of golden boys and girls, the grand—the expanding power and magic—they grinned to their lips. They were very happy with their decision. What a very prescient plan.

"Linlang, do you think my East City is compared to your Fushui City? Marry me in Dongcheng and don't suffer a loss! A middle-aged man asked her with a smile.

"Huh?" Linlang looked up at the man, with eyebrows and eyes similar to those of a young man, with clear edges and corners, but there was more of a sense of vicissitudes of time and the unique spicy and capable of being in charge. She recalled that Dongcheng can be said to be a glorious building, with pavilions and pavilions, curved corridors, carved eaves, and flowing water.

and the gloomy eyes of a teenager.

Overlapping frozen bones along the way.

Whether it is the outside world that she has come into contact with for the first time, or the teenager in front of her, all this seems to be very different from her vision and imagination.

In these years, although they are temporarily away from the war, they are barren enough, but the warlock can always live a more nourishing life.

She was stunned, inexplicably gloomy, indescribable emotions, and incomprehensible truths, and she was speechless for these strange and inconsequential thoughts.

This loss of everyone's beautiful appearance made the young man's father think that the girl was acquiescing to the prosperity of Dongcheng, and his heart was happy, probably Fushui City was not as powerful as people said, and he began to worry about the marriage of the two families, and whether it was the high climb of Fushui City? I think the girl's appearance is like a little jasper who has never seen the world - was the previous decision correct? Will it be caught by the elders of the clan? And there is a jargon in the warlock world: Fushui City on the outskirts of Qiliang, the three talents are amazing in the sky. How much is true or false? Does he still want to explore the truth and the truth?

The abacus in my heart gently flicked, calculating, who and whose future.

Linlang's stunned made several stewards who accompanied Linlang not very satisfied, and the obvious frowning made Linlang feel that he had lost his dignity, unlike everyone's people. She smiled awkwardly, and the atmosphere was a little dull for a while.

Breaking this dullness is this young man who seems to be a little obedient in Linlang's eyes.

Is it a face change?

is completely different from the previous sharp piercing and annoying, at this moment in front of everyone is showing a moderate advance and retreat, the image of a handsome boy who talks decently, humorous and graceful words, just the right smile and very measured words and deeds, sweeping away the previous dullness, the atmosphere is gradually active, there is a smile in people's eyes, and it also makes the steward of Fushui City show some respect - this unusual young man is worthy of being the son-in-law of Fushui City.

Linlang was surprised, although it was not the first time he had seen the young man's face, and now, the young man was immediately like a different person-so gentle and harmless, completely devoid of the childishness and innocence that his peers should have, and his demeanor was calm, and he seemed to be a wise person who had a good tutor and could take care of the overall situation--socially, he was more like an adult than an adult: he was the heir of the head of the East City.

The solemn atmosphere in the lobby was instantly lively.

But why, she always felt that she heard the sound of crying, the cry of grievances and fears that her heart was hidden deep in the black abyss and never saw the light of day.

"Ran...."Lin Lang called the young man's name lightly.

The voice is light and crisp, but a little sluggish.

Listening to Linlang's soft call, the young man suddenly stared at her with wide eyes, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes. Why do you suddenly want to cry? Take off all the masks and reluctant yourself, and the rest is just a "ran" word. And this real name, which even she almost forgot, was softly evoked by Linlang at this moment - she must know him, didn't she? Otherwise, she wouldn't have pronounced such a word.

That represents the original self.

Or maybe she's just too stupid to say something inappropriate on an inopportune occasion -

- "Huh? Linlang, you're a little ignorant, you haven't passed the door yet, why did you call your real name? The young man's father said kindly, with a faint banter in his tone, as if there was no dissatisfaction.

In the world of warlocks, calling one's own name is taboo.

Something that proves the origin of life, if it is heard by a big monster, but it is terrible, Xu will get into trouble, so, the title of the real name is the biggest and most basic taboo, of course, the relationship and its close people can be called, when Linlang married to Dongcheng, she could call Ran like this, but now she is still not married after all, such a call is abrupt, maybe it will cause some trouble.

The young man's father looked at Linlang sharply and said, "Before you get married, call me my son Qi." ”

Linlang heard that the future father-in-law's tone was a little stiff, hiding a slight dissatisfaction. She lowered her eyebrows, chuckled, and laughed at herself for not being able to conform to the usual abruptness—such basic things and responses, but clumsy ones couldn't even deal with them.

The middle-aged man's dissatisfaction also made the steward of Fushui City aware of it, and he was also very uncomfortable with Qi's father's truthfulness, and one of the older housekeepers immediately asked for his resignation.

This led to a new round of greetings, face-tightening, and painless farewells.

Even if it was a simple goodbye, she didn't know how to deal with the greetings of the adults, only smiled gently, shy and soft.

Silly.

"Linlang, will you still come?" The young man asked her, but he couldn't tell whether it was a polite greeting or a reluctant inquiry.

Linlang suddenly approached the young man and held his cold hand, which made the young man's pupils shrink for a while, and she leaned close to his ear and sighed: "Yes, I will come back." ”

After saying that, she suddenly came to the momentum that a young lady of the family should have, swept away the previous loss of mind and depression, and she ordered several stewards in her house: "Let's go!" ”

Leave the boy's infinite conjecture about the warmth of the palm and the softness of the moment.

And, Linlang, who seemed to be holding hands to say goodbye as a disguise, seemed to have stuffed something in his palm.

"Fushui City, that's just it." The boy's father said: "Kai, you take advantage of it, you are married, and Fushui City is ours!" ”

"Hmm." The young man replied casually, with a cold color in his eyes, to his father and to himself. Deal with a few words casually, the tone is lazy, but it is also the illusion of supporting a good son, and the suppressed tense nerves have not relaxed for a moment.

Thinking about it carefully, only in front of Linlang is the ridiculous and pathetic self who is undisguised, full of negative emotions, and needs to be confided urgently.

After leaving the lobby with ease, the young man immediately took a closer look at the things that were stuffed into his hand.

A light blue chrysanthemum.