Nan Shiyan tried his best to suppress his trembling voice, his eyes flashed with broken light, with a few tears.

"Wen Xinyin."

Su Yunran spoke softly, looking at Nan Shiyan's gaze was calm, as if it was a deep sea, without the slightest wave.

"That's what I saw in the master's study, so I learned it and secretly put it on me and my brother."

"Wen Xinyin connects the souls of the two, as long as there is a problem with one person, the other person will notice it."

Speaking of this, Su Yunran lowered his eyebrows, and his voice plummeted, dyed with a sad taste.

"Three years ago, I felt that his soul had fluctuated."

"But, for a moment, before I could react, it dissipated."

After a pause, his eyebrows were slightly wet, and his voice was slightly choked, "At that time, I knew ······"

Taking a deep breath, Su Yunran raised his eyes, there were faint tears hanging on his reddened eyes, and the corners of his mouth trembled.

"I knew he was dead."

After speaking, Su Yunran pulled his lips, hung his head weakly, the soft green silk covered his face, his hands were clenched tightly, his nails were embedded in his palms, and his pale thin lips were bitten out of a faint blood.

"But."

Su Yunran pulled her lips stiffly, her clear eyes were moist and bright, trembling with a fine light, blurry and illusory, as if she was looking at Nan Shiyan in front of her, and she didn't seem to be looking at anything.

"On that day, when you and I met in Silent Moon Mountain, at that moment, I really thought it was him coming."

"For so many years, I have refused to believe that he died like this, and I have always hoped that when I will be able to see him again."

"Until I meet you."

Su Yun hooked his lips and chuckled, his voice was low, and he couldn't see his emotions.

"The moment I saw you, I thought ······"

"I thought things would turn around, and then I came to my senses."

Su Yunran's bright gaze fell on Nan Shiyan, revealing a little powerlessness.

He pursed his thin pale lips, calmed his mind a little, and tried his best to use his calmest voice, which was low, with inexplicable seriousness and firmness.

"You're not him."

"Ling'er."

Nan Shiyan smiled bitterly, pulled out a stiff smile with difficulty, and said softly: "On that day, it was indeed him who reunited with you. ”

Hearing this, Su Yunran's pupils shrank suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, quickly slashing across her heart, bringing bursts of trembling and pain, her thick eyelashes like butterfly feathers were full of tears, trembling incessantly, and her delicate face lost her former calmness, full of astonishment.

"Really······ It's him? ”

"That's right, it's him."

Nan Shiyan nodded, his warm eyes looked directly at Su Yunran's flickering gaze, and said softly: "His soul has long since perished, and only a wisp remains, and he has been struggling to support it, just to see you again." ”

"For so many years, I have been looking for you again, and on that day, it was him who reunited with you, and you didn't feel wrong."

"What about him?"

Su Yunran's voice suddenly rose a little, and he reached out violently and grabbed Nan Shiyan's sleeve, his face was nervous, with a certain sense of hope and caution.

"Where is he now?"

"Ling'er."

Looking at Su Yunran, who was so emotionally unstable, Nan Shiyan only felt that all the words were frozen, and he couldn't say it anymore, so he had to stretch out his hand and cover the back of Su Yunran's pale hand, gently soothing, his face complicated.

"Didn't you say that he still has a remnant of soul?"

Su Yunran bit her lower lip and said hoarsely, "Where are you now?" ”

"Ling'er."

Nan Shiyan's hand moved slightly, and his hands gently held Su Yunran's trembling little hand, with a strength that could not be ignored, and his voice was slightly deep.

"It's just a remnant soul, or an obsession."

Nan Shiyan paused, glanced at Su Yunran, hesitated, took a deep breath, and finally said in a deep voice: "Seeing you again, it's obsession." ”

"When I see you, it's a relief."

"So, on that day, the remnant of the soul dissipated."

Dissipate ······

Su Yun shook his head uncontrollably, his eyes gradually hollowed, glowing with crystal tears.

"Dissipated, what do you mean?"

"Ling'er."

Nan Shiyan's hands were slightly forced, trying to bring Su Yunran back to his senses, and his voice sank, with a slight impermissible meaning.

"Meaning, he's gone."

"Ling'er, the end of the day, is no longer there."

Su Yunran's movements froze suddenly, and after a moment of silence, Fang slowly lowered his head, and the green silk hung down, covering his face, making it impossible to see joy and anger.

"yes, he's gone."

Su Yunran opened his mouth low, and his subtle voice was dyed with a desolate taste, and he was extremely lonely.

"It turned out that reunion was the last time I saw him."

The corners of the pale lips tugged, Su Yunran raised his head, his eyes were slightly red, and his clear eyes were crystal clear, glowing with a brilliant streamer, rippling layer by layer.

"Ling'er."

Listening to Su Yunran's extremely calm voice, Nan Shiyan tightened his heart, and the hand holding Su Yunran's hand tightened a little, passing the temperature along his fingertips.

"I'm fine."

Su Yunran smiled lightly, slowly withdrew his hand, straightened out his slightly messy sleeves, raised his hand, wiped his eyes with a silk handkerchief, and said softly: "Don't worry." ”

Looking at Su Yunran's shallow smile, Nan Shiyan's lips moved, and finally sighed helplessly, and said softly: "Ling'er, after you know everything, no matter what, don't hurt yourself." ”

"After all."

Nan Shiyan paused, smiled reluctantly, and said as easily as possible: "End, he hopes that you will be safe and happy, and live your life to the end." ”

"I know."

Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled slightly, "I will take good care of myself." ”

"That's it, that's fine."

Nan Shiyan smiled warmly, stood up, and instructed: "Then I'll leave first, and you can take care of your injuries." ”

Su Yunran pursed his lips and responded, "Okay." ”

Nan Shiyan bowed slightly, smiled kindly, and turned to leave.

The sunlight shines through the window paper, sprinkled on Nan Shiyan's white clothes, fluttering with a dripping and free atmosphere, a vast and open, open and clear.

Only at that moment, Nan Shiyan changed back to the humble and polite, gentle and jade-like son.

Looking at Nan Shiyan's back gradually leaving, Su Yunran's frowning thin eyebrows slowly relaxed, and he raised his hand to pour himself a cup of tea, and the fragrance of tea warmed the tension and depression.

***

The sunlight gradually slanted to the west, slowly lengthening the shadows of the bamboo, and the insects continued to chirp, with a quiet and beautiful meaning.

"Miss, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Second Miss Yao are here."

Jiufei's voice came, and Su Yunran responded with a "please", then put down the scroll in his hand, got down from the low couch, and straightened out the slightly messy clothes.

Gong Linghua and Yao Zinian walked in, their faces mild.

"The folk girl has seen His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Second Miss is polite."

Su Yunran leaned over slightly, saluted Gong Linghua and Yao Zinian, raised his hand slightly, and motioned for the two to sit down at the table.

"Miss Seven doesn't have to be polite." , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie