After a brief moment of embarrassment, the girl's face showed a hint of joy.

"Sister Yan, are you okay?"

"What can I do, but Rong'er, you don't have anything to do, what's going on in this small courtyard?"

After looking around, there was no trace of the enemy, and Sister Yan couldn't help but ask puzzled.

Hearing this, Huang Rong's face turned red again.

"I just found out that Sister Yan is missing, I thought there was an enemy, so I ......"

Hearing this, Sister Yan was stunned for a moment, and then shook her head with a funny face.

"You, the person who can get rid of me silently, you don't run quickly, you still have the courage to do it?"

After a pause, Sister Yan continued, "Fortunately, this time it is not an enemy, but just met an old man." ”

"The deceased?"

Huang Rong tilted her head, completely devoid of the previous evil and weirdness, and her face was as curious as an innocent and innocent girl.

"Well, a...... It can't be said to be gratitude or hatred, and it is not to say that it is kind or resentful...... Old friend. ”

Hearing this, Huang Rong was stunned, and in a trance, she thought that she seemed to have such an old person.

It's just that...... Brother Jing, I can't go back!

Looking at the gloom that flashed in Huang Rong's eyes, Sister Yan raised her hand and rubbed the girl's hair.

"Don't think about it so much, there will be a goodbye day, and everything will have an ending."

Huang Rong nodded, yes, there will be an ending in the end, but what will the ending be?

Do you live or die, or forget each other?

Was she really wrong? But...... She just doesn't want to keep up with him, she just wants to be with him, she just ......

He is cautious and clever, and sometimes he only thinks about himself and ignores others, but for him, she is really single-minded.

Otherwise, why did she ask for benefits for him in the first place, and why did she lose her opportunity to give him benefits?

It's just that...... It's too late, it's ....... What should have happened, what shouldn't have happened, all happened.

"Alas!"

was silent for a long time, and the thousand feelings and thoughts in my heart finally turned into a helpless sigh.

What can she do now?

What's the point of not forgetting what your heart wants to forget?

It's just that...... I really can't put it down!

Complexity, struggle, unwillingness, and a trace of remorse, in the bottom of my heart, in my eyes, constantly intertwined, constantly transformed.

For a moment, she thought about whether to give up, give up everything she wants to do now, give up all her unwillingness and obsession?

Confused.

"Are you interested in listening to a story?"

The sudden sound in his ears made the two people who were in love come back to their senses in a trance and looked at the location where the voice came from.

"It's you!"

When she saw the young man in white sitting on the wall, Huang Rong's eyes shrank, and she would end up with the ending now, at least half of which was due to the person in front of her.

"It's me." Mu Feng nodded, "Are you interested in listening to a story?" ”

Huang Rong was silent.

"Let's just assume you're interested."

"There is such a girl, she was born extraordinary, her family is illustrious, her father was the most respected hero at that time, her mother was the help of the largest gang in the world, and her grandfather is one of the few masters in the world.

With such a background, it can be said that it is a collection of thousands of favors, as long as she wants, as long as there is something in the world, there are almost few ...... that she can't get."

"The Condor Heroes", Guo Xiang's story, slowly came from the mouth of the herdsman.

I don't know why, looking at Huang Rong when I was young, I can think of Guo Xiang who has no strong color but a clear image in a trance, just like Guo Xiang who looks at the Condor, and can always inexplicably sound the eccentric Huang Rong who was not a father when he was young.

One person speaks, two listens, full, the story comes to an end.

The Condor Heroes, extinct in the rivers and lakes, the obsession in her heart made her say goodbye to her parents and wander alone in the rivers and lakes, looking for the news of her big brother in her mind.

Three, five, ten, fifteen.

She has walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, been to Huashan to watch the sunrise, and been to Fengling to recall the past, but she has never been to the famous mountain called Zhongnan.

The city of Xiangyang was broken, her parents and brothers all patrolled the city, and overnight, she became an orphan.

She wandered, searched, confused, and didn't know what she was looking for.

One day, she passed by Mount Emei and met a storyteller at the foot of the mountain.

The storyteller told a story: Once upon a time, there were two fish, one living in the river and the other in the lake.

During a heavy rain, the water level of the adjacent rivers and lakes rose, and the two fish swam together and met in a small puddle.

After the rain, the water level dropped, and the two fish did not fade in time and were trapped in small puddles.

The water is getting scarce and the two fish have difficulty breathing, so they talk to each other mouth-to-mouth, giving each other too much water, providing each other with water and oxygen, and maintaining each other's lives.

He said, "This is called mutual affection."

Slowly, the two fish fell in love with each other and fell in love with each other.

It's just that the tide rises and falls, day after day, and the water level falls, and there is naturally a time when it rises again.

After another heavy rain, the water level rose again, flooding the pothole where they were, and the two fish knew that they would both die one day when the water level dropped again, and that they would never be able to live together because they had their own different waters.

They looked at each other, kissed each other affectionately, and after the rain stopped, before the water level receded again, they looked at each other and said goodbye.

Turning around, one returned to the river, the other to the lake, and looked back at each other.

He said: This is called forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes.

She listened to the old man's story, left the reward and left, and when she returned, she cried profusely.

The next day, he became a monk on Mount Emei. ”

I don't know why, it's obviously someone else's story, but after listening to it, Huang Rong burst into tears.

"Forget each other in the rivers and lakes."

"It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes!"

It seems to be muttering, it seems to be asking lightly, and it seems to persuade oneself.

"When I walked through the mountain, the mountain didn't speak, and I didn't speak when I passed by the sea, everyone said that I was in love with Yang Guoxia, and I couldn't find it, so I made a home in Emei.

I just like the sunset in Emei, like fireworks at the age of sixteen. ”

Listening to Mu Feng's words, Huang Rong's tears fell, "But, I can't forget it!" ”

"Forget, can't forget, does it matter?

Can the people in the story really forget? I can forget it, how can I think about Huashan and think about the cliff, how can the name of the apprentice be the word Fengling, and how can I miss the fireworks that bloomed when I was sixteen years old? ”

"Do you really want to find it? If you really want to find it, why have you walked through thousands of rivers and mountains, crossed many dangers and obstacles, settled on Emei, and left a dangerous cliff in Huashan, but you have never stepped into the well-known Zhongnan Mountain? ”

Huang Rong was speechless, but although the girl in the story had so many similarities with her in temperament, although she knew that forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes might be the best choice for all three.

Although she knew that it wasn't that she didn't want to find it, but that she didn't want to find it, she didn't really forget it, she just didn't want to remember, but she ...... Still can't do it.

Just because we, at the most ignorant age, met the most suitable person, a mistake, is a lifetime.

Looking at the struggle in Huang Rong's eyes, looking at the tears on Huang Rong's face, as if a softness somewhere in her heart had been poked hard, Mu Feng sighed slowly.

"I have another story here, would you like to hear it?"