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Black umbrella, heavy rain, swirling.

In the rain curtain, Chang Yufeng was holding a black umbrella, he was a serious person after all, and his youth made his face even whiter in the white vapour of the rain curtain. He was still wearing Fran's magic robe, the blue and white magic robe was also glowing, his slender body even if he stood quietly gave people a strong pressure, his black eyes stared at the young man in front of him, he might know this young man, but he couldn't find his name in his mind.

His name is Hunt for the Wild Shadow, a mischievous kid who always wants to bully him.

And Xun Desolate Shadow stood in front of him with a slight smile, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, he playfully leaned the umbrella on his shoulder, and turned the umbrella handle with his hand, the black umbrella also rotated with his rotation, and the umbrella stirred the rain curtain, like a flurry of fireworks, so different in the rain curtain that fell straight down.

He was elusive, as if he was everywhere.

Follow yourself.

"Hello, Shadow Seeker, little friend."

Chang Yu Feng said gently: "If you want to talk to me about any big truth, you can wait for me to finish my business, and I will accompany you for a while."

Chang Yufeng smiled and blinked, but he didn't leave directly, but stood quietly, and under the rain curtain, the black umbrella was beaten louder and louder.

The edge of the umbrella splashed beautiful rain flowers, and the rain flowers did not enter the rain curtain and turned into nothing.

"Ah, Kulo won't help you, he's already been warned. You don't have to embarrass him. Seeking the Shadow smiled brightly, he still turned his umbrella, his small body stood leisurely, and the other hand was in his trouser pocket, which was handsome and evil with his delicate black suit.

"You seem to know what I'm going to do." Chang Yufeng said this indifferently, he didn't ask, but looked at the young man quietly.

This young man has well-trimmed handsome short black hair, a black suit, and black eyes, which seem to be gentle and calm.

What kind of child would it be to have such a profound and unpredictable appearance?

Chang Yufeng knew very well that this child was definitely not an ordinary person, and it didn't hurt to chat.

"It's not like I want to know, to be honest, if you hadn't forgotten your original intention, we would have solved those messes seven years ago. Now, we're in a much worse position. Xun Wilderness pouted leisurely and continued: "I don't care, it's not me who suffers anyway."

After speaking, he snapped his fingers and twisted his neck a little lazily: "Sometimes I also think that manipulating other people's memories is too perverted, but fortunately, I control other people's memories, not others' memories."

With the snap of his fingers, the rain curtain came to an abrupt halt, and they were divided into tiny fragments that hovered in the air, like condensation from a window, slowly, at the original point.

They were crystal clear and shining, like glass, piecing together the long-feathered maple in an instant, and the black flames rose around them, scorching the hovering raindrops, and they dissipated one after another.

I only saw that Chang Yufeng sighed, and said a little sadly: "How many times do you have to do such a thing to be satisfied?" Will you let me go? Kid, why do you have to stare at me? ”

"Wait a minute, I'll give you back the memory, and then we'll talk about other things, otherwise it's tiring to talk like this." Shadow Seeker spread his hands and snapped his fingers again, let's go! The black flame burned even more, but Chang Yu Feng didn't feel the slightest heat, just watching the water vapor rise with it, he realized that he should feel the need to feel the burning heat, but no, the black flame surrounded him, did not hurt him, nor did it give him warmth.

"Memory ......"

Chang Yufeng was a little stunned, his pupils began to shrink extremely much, turning into two black beads, and then rapidly enlarged, like a rushing tide, memory, tumbling in his brain.

The umbrella, black, fell into the puddle, and one after another crystal water droplets condensed together, like countless pieces of memory intersecting, once again piecing together all of themselves.

Long-feathered maple.

What kind of person is he?

He, he is not always calm, his emotional ups and downs can be great, he calms down, like a well-behaved Mianyang, being carried away by others in the sheepfold, he will not squeak, ah no, bleat. He was irritable and could beat his best friend with his own hands, and that was him, a lone wolf who didn't recognize his six relatives, and saw who bit whom.

He may not always change his mistakes. The same mistake is sometimes repeated over and over again. Suffering a small loss is a lesson, but suffering a big loss is always silent.

As a child's innocence, he will not naively think that others give him a candy to be good for himself, nor will he naively think that others will scold him a few words to treat him badly, he will not naively think about Feihuang Tengda, nor naively think that he is destined to be downtrodden for the rest of his life.

Most of the time, he will feel that he is at a loss and does not know what to do, and sometimes he will find his goal and move forward without hesitation.

He was happy and sad at the same time. He was eloquent and taciturn. He was gentle and irascible. He was considerate and aloof. He's smart and stupid. He is optimistic and sad at the same time.

He is him, and he is not him.

He can only be a long-feathered maple, or he can not be a long-feathered maple.

[I'm wondering if I'm doing something wrong. 】

Chang Yu Feng heard his own voice outside the rain curtain.

He inhaled, his chest slowly erected, the man's spirit exuded vigorously on his body, and he exhaled in a dull manner.

"I shouldn't think I can live for myself. I shouldn't think about selfishness, because, no matter what, everything I do can't break through my own limitations, I'm sad, I'm sad for myself like this, Junichi Tachibana. 】

【Apple ......】

[Junichi Tachibana, I thought, I should do something more meaningful, in the face of life or death, I can answer now, the meaning of life and death, is not so absolute, in fact, living for others, and living for other people, there is no meaning in nature, the most important thing is to get along with each other. If I can accommodate others, if others can accommodate me, then it would be too selfish to live for myself. 】

[I should not be a selfish person who lives for myself, because the education I have received, every person I have met that has touched me, the suffering I have suffered, the sweetness I have eaten, every tear I have shed, every moment I have laughed happily, do not allow me to live for myself anymore. 】

[I maybe, I can already face my fate. 】

[Ordinary people, what they have experienced is nothing more than a hundred years, three hundred and sixty-five days in each year, twenty-four hours in each day, and after these days, a person's life will also end. With birth, old age, sickness and death, along with the end of life, it is nothing more than leaving white bones. 】

[But life blooms like a summer flower, or life is like an old turtle quietly waiting for death, is the difference between people. 】

[Junichi Tachibana, the world, so, wonderful. 】

Chang Yu Feng sat quietly in the rain curtain, feeling his own words.

He spoke very slowly, word by word, from his heart.

Those rushing memories were engraved into his mind, and his heart slowly calmed down.

The rain curtain fell again, the black umbrella turned in the rain, but the mischievous boy with the umbrella was gone.

There is only a black umbrella here.

Pedestrians ran in the rain with umbrellas, they looked at the young man sitting quietly in the rain, stunned and surprised that his umbrella was thrown aside, and the rain was flowing down his face quickly, like his tears were rushing.

[Actually, I shouldn't think so much about the meaning of life, because the meaning of life should not be understood. If a person understands the meaning of life, then this person is destined to be extraordinary and lonely. 】

[Bai Yutang, I think people can choose their own future, and they can also choose what they live for, but if you can understand, in fact, those self-choices are just countless choices in all the circumstances you have experienced. Once in a while, when you choose an option that satisfies you, you will feel that it is your choice, but what does it matter? Rest assured to live towards this choice, because this road will always be open for you. 】

"I want to live for them. 】

[I'm Long Feather Kaede. 】

[For the sake of those distant, dead souls.] 】

"I shouldn't be confused anymore. 】

Changyu Kaede staggered to his feet.

His whole body was soaking wet, and Fran's magic robe turned a deep blue. He looked at the sky, and he heard the wail in the rain.

It is, perhaps, tears.

Tears of familiar people.

It never ends.

"It's nice to have you by my side, Ei."

He looked at his hands, the slender jointed hands, enjoying the beating of the rain curtain, in the lines of the palms, the lines of fate became brighter and more conspicuous, would those criss-crossing lines indicate a person's fate?

Poof-

Black flames burned in his palms, and those black flames seemed to burn all his past in his eyes that he should not forget.

It was a heart-burning flame that could never be extinguished. The rain curtain was scorched by the flames, and the heat was steaming and mixed up.

He clenched his fist hard, held his palm, and the black flames disappeared in an instant, and he slowly looked at the umbrella that had run far in the wind.

The umbrella moved with the wind, swaying from side to side, destroyed by the wind, slaughtered by the rain, but in any case, it was his umbrella.

He jumped up, jumped into the sky, grabbed the handle of the umbrella and closed the umbrella, the umbrella obediently closed, like a sharp black sword, a flick, he tried in vain to shake off the water on the umbrella in the rain curtain, and the water in the rain curtain was really magically cut off a layer of empty layer at the moment he threw the umbrella, the umbrella, completely clean. The black umbrella is clean and clean.

pu——

The umbrella was opened again, and Chang Yufeng held the umbrella upright above his head, he was so tall at this time, quietly looking ahead, and slowly turned around.

He looked at the tall buildings and the huge characteristic courtyard of Fran, and in the midst of the lights, he saw a woman, standing quietly watching him.

Alice smiled at him, they looked at each other, the rain could not reach Alice's white skirt at all, the black eyes and blue eyes looked at each other, he was silent, watching the woman gracefully perform a skirt salute, the white umbrella turned silently, and then silently walked into the street, without a trace.

He walked slowly, feeling Fran's restlessness even in the rainstorm of seven days and seven nights.

When he came to 202 Charles Street, he put away his umbrella, looked at the apple tree that was still standing tall in the rain, and slowly opened the door.

"How? What did Mentor Kulo say? Erica ate a fruit salad and watched the comedy on the magic stage.

The name of the comedy is "Happy Fran Man", and it tells the story of a migrant boy who goes to the city and is not good at magic and is not good at socializing, and makes endless jokes in the mixed metropolis of Fran. The male protagonist is called Fran. This comedy also has an alias called Hillbilly Fran. This comedy is a nuanced introduction to the customs of small cities, which is also the source of funny.

From the accent, to the customs, to the ethnicity of residence, to the appearance of the people. It's all full of jokes.

"He said, there is no help." Chang Yufeng spread his hands, took off his magic robe, and hung it on the hanger: "But fortunately, he told me something very important."

"What's the matter?" Erica tossed the strawberry milkshake together and slowly spooned it into her mouth, watching Fran fall humorously.

"I'm not hopeless."

"What are you talking about?" Erica looked at Changyu Feng with some anger: "I heard that Mentor Kulo doesn't like Peros and Tang Zilong very much, and it's normal that he doesn't want to help you. Let's see if there's another way to be unsoothed. Erica tossed the mango cubes with the milkshake and took another small bite: "Uncle Kraft has also gone out, and only Elizabeth herself is resting in the room. Are you going to take a shower? I'm going to Lilia later, and I'm going to tutor her on healing magic. ”

"Well, I'm going to take a shower. You remember to bring some food back, and the food at home is finished. Changyu Feng slowly put the umbrella away.

"Ah, the food in the night market is not fresh. How about buying some frozen food and coming back? Eat fish? Erica was on the couch, stirring a small apple into the milk and taking a big bite with a spoon, like a little hamster, munching on the fruit with bulging cheeks.

"Eat, preferably fried fish. I'll do it. Changyu Feng walked straight to the building, he grabbed the escalator and went upstairs, only to hear Erica say yes, then buy fish, get up and put the bowl, the hillbilly Fran in the magic table showed a sincere smile, although he fell all over the mud.

Impatiently, Chang Yu Feng took out a letter from the drawer, signed on it, a name.

【Wentishire, Jack Nieman】

He looked at the ring that had been put away in a small box.

His hand groped for the ring.

The diamond's brilliance was so translucent that he was stunned for a moment.

"Lynn."

He slowly put the ring on his ring finger, like a tailor-made garment, and the ring finger accepted the beautiful diamond dress.

His eyes were as affectionate as jade.

The storm will end tomorrow.

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