Lin Fan sat on the top of the mountain, letting the breeze blow on his cheeks.

His gaze was fixed on the star, which was far, far away, but very bright and bright. But his thoughts have long since drifted to where he went.

Lin Fan is very kind, also good at reflection, and cares more about Ye Ningshuang.

Because of these three points, Shen Qingfeng's words naturally plunged him into chaos.

This confusion begins with the problem of selfishness.

Lin Fan felt that he was a little selfish, he had never thought about whether he was the best choice for Ye Ningshuang, and he had never thought that in the future, maybe he and Ye Ningshuang would not be the same kind of people.

Once this kind of thought gushed out, the inferiority complex broke through the defense line in his heart, and like a stormy wave, it extinguished the little self-confidence that Lin Fan had recently built.

And once he has no self-confidence, what will Lin Fan do to face Ye Ningshuang again?

When the beam of sunrise reflected the ground under the cliff red, Lin Fan's body, which had not moved all night, finally stiffened, he stood up, dusted off his body, and walked in the direction of the small courtyard.

The courtyard is still so familiar, with old wells, cellars, and everything that looks old.

Lin Fan stepped into it, and all the familiar things he touched casually had a strange feeling, but he still pushed open the wooden door and saw Mo Yu, who had been guarding Ye Ningshuang all night, and Ye Ningshuang who was sleeping.

The strong sunlight behind the wooden door hit Lin Fan's body, Mo Yu had an illusion that rose inexplicably, and she suddenly felt that Lin Fan was a little thin and a little pitiful.

His rather delicate face was full of decadence, and there was no trace of sparkle in his eyes.

Mo Yu's heart trembled, and she suddenly felt that what Shen Qingfeng, the sixth elder she had agreed to, did might be a very cruel thing for Lin Fan, and there was also the word utilization behind this, which took advantage of Lin Fan's kindness and his concern for Ye Ningshuang.

Lin Fan didn't know all this, and he didn't know how many times Shen Qingfeng's words last night had been repeatedly scrutinized, and how many people he had inquired about his character.

After he pretended to be normal and saluted Mo Yu, he asked, "I'm afraid I'll have to sleep for a long time, right?"

It's just that the slight tremor in his voice that was forcibly controlled was heard by Mo Yu, but his face was a little pale into the bones, and Mo Yu saw it.

Mo Yu's heart seemed to be cut by a sharp blade at this moment, and he didn't know how to answer Lin Fan, so he could only nod.

Lin Fan scratched his head as usual, and he didn't know how to speak.

Mo Yu wanted to speak and stopped, and finally said: "You don't seem to have slept all night, otherwise go and rest first?"

Lin Fan knew that it was normal for Mo Yu's cultivation to not sleep for a few days and nights, so he nodded and said, "Then I'll come back at night." ”

"Well, go ahead. Mo Yumu sent Lin Fan away.

Lin Fan closed the wooden door and returned to his cabin, and found that Liang Jingyu and Xie Wanzhi, who had lived here, were gone, and he didn't think deeply, so he lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling and wanting to sleep.

But I found that I couldn't sleep anyway.

I can't sort it out, but it's messy in my mind.

Lin Fan looked at the ceiling like this, until he saw that it was dark, his eyes were astringent, and his heart was extremely sour.

When a starlight was projected into the hut and hit him in the face, Lin Fan sat up and walked towards the big house.

It's almost the same as the scene in the early morning.

Mo Yu saw Lin Fan again, and found that his eyes were bloodshot, and his heart ached again, but he still wanted to speak and stopped.

Lin Fan still pretended to be normal, and took the lead in speaking: "Elder, you go and rest for a while, I have slept enough, you will come back tomorrow." ”

After Mo Yu heard this, he stood up a little dumbly, nodded subconsciously, walked out of the wooden door, and at the moment when the door was closed, he saw Lin Fan sitting at the head of the bed, his eyes looking at the ceiling.

She closed the wooden door, but her heart seemed to have knocked over the cruet and immediately mixed tastes.

Mo Yu felt this feeling, but her steps walked towards the outside of the small courtyard, but after a hundred steps, her steps became more and more difficult.

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In the dilapidated old house, the oil lamp that fell on the ceiling was blown by the wind, reflecting Lin Fan's cheeks in a flickering light.

Ye Ningshuang is still asleep, and after taking cicada saliva, this kind of sleep will continue for a few days.

So Lin Fan knew that she wouldn't hear anything she said at this time.

But even so, he had been brewing his own words for a while, and this time he was not cowardly, but purely organized the language in his head.

During this period, Ye Ningshuang kicked the quilt twice and turned over once.

Lin Fan naturally covered her with the thin quilt he sewn, and the only time she turned over was when Ye Ningshuang turned her pretty face in Lin Fan's direction, as if waiting for him to talk.

Looking at the familiar cheek in front of him, Lin Fan smiled and smiled very happily.

This smile had been staged thousands of times in this small courtyard, but this time Lin Fan seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body.

Then the language in the mind is no longer organized.

Just said very crisply and neatly: "I like you." ”

Ye Ningshuang's answer was that she kicked off the thin quilt again, but she seemed to have dreamed of something good, and she smiled unconsciously.

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Mo Yu walked on the stone road, his steps becoming more and more difficult, as if walking in a quagmire.

She knew it was her compassion that was beginning to flood through, but she couldn't contain it anyway.

Lin Fan hadn't slept, just looking at his eyes, he knew that he was sad, but he pretended to be normal.

Mo Yu didn't think deeply about what this meant, but she knew that Lin Fan might really let go because of the words of the Sixth Elder, everything was for Ye Ningshuang's sake.

Mo Yu also knew that if there was a man who could do this for her, she would be very happy and happy.

So Mo Yu, who was walking, looked at the night sky tonight, and said to himself: "Ning Shuang will also be very happy, right? At least the little blind man is wholeheartedly good to her." “

So, her footsteps stopped, and she couldn't help but want to go back to see Lin Fan.

Mo Yu's steps on the way back were no longer difficult, they were getting faster and faster, and they gradually became rushing, as if he had left the moonlight behind.

When she came to the courtyard, she suddenly seemed to be stuck in the quagmire again, because she had no idea what she was going to do when she came back.

After taking three deep breaths, she came to the wooden door, gently pushed open the wooden door, and held back her stomach to encourage Lin Fan's words but stopped for a moment.

In the old but neat room, Lin Fan was lying on the bed, his body was paralyzed, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

His face was squeezed and slightly deformed, because Ye Ningshuang's arm pressed against his face at some point.

It's a very harmonious picture, as if it were meant to be.

Mo Yu stood outside the door, looking at the picture in front of him, and suddenly felt that nothing in this world could separate Lin Fan and Ye Ningshuang in front of him, they would definitely come together, and then walk hand in hand for a lifetime.