He Lan's hand shook, the meat fell, and the little wolf cub immediately grabbed it and ran to the side to eat it.

She didn't answer and ate quietly.

After a while, she asked, "Do you like to eat game?" ”

He said, "I don't like it. ”

"You don't like dumplings?"

She looked back at today's dumplings, and he only ate three.

The man raised his eyes to her, "What do you mean by liking and disliking?" Eat when you want, don't eat if you don't want to. It's not about liking or disliking. ”

He spoke slowly and lazily, like a leisurely traveler basking in the sun, unhurried.

This concludes the conversation.

He entered the room.

He Lan couldn't sleep at this time, she ran to the study and sat in the courtyard with the guqin.

This is what she saw in her study today.

The piano sounds, and it's a modern song.

Her voice also echoed in the valley with internal force, long and long.

"The sky will crack, and the love on my shoulders will weigh so much

I am not afraid of flooding

Celebrating with tears, after stepping through the door of conviction

There really is a kingdom of heaven

Live for you, dream for you

For the sake of love, I will make it to the end

When the world is empty

I am the one who guards you

Live for you, dream for you

No matter how deep the scar is, it can't be scratched

Going against the tide of fate

Even if you are wrong, you will not back down. ”

The song "Living for You" was sung by He Lan with full emotion and heartache.

The man lying in the Accord had his eyes open, and his eyes did not wave, as if he was a person without emotion.

And the hand he put at his side was tightly gripped.

Close your eyes and block all sounds from your ears.

~

Following.

After breakfast, Helan was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

"You wrote that song you sang last night?" The man drank tea with his eyes in his eyes, as if he asked casually.

He Lan's footsteps paused slightly, "No, someone else sang it, it's good?" ”

He blew the tea, pinched the lid and took a sip, "It's okay." ”

The sky will crack, and the love on my shoulders will weigh so much......

I will live for you, dream for you, and I will survive to the end for love......

He suddenly laughed.

There was a coolness of sarcasm in his eyes.

In his spare time after dinner, He Lan sat at the table reading a book, and the man leaned on the soft couch and fiddled with bamboo slips.

"Bang-"

Helan buried his head in writing, and together he touched the tea to the ground carelessly.

The originally quiet Accord suddenly heard a piercing movement.

A cold gaze floated over, He Lan laughed twice, and quickly swept away the broken teacup.

When she came in, she asked, "What do you want to eat at noon?" ”

The man's eyes were cold, "Don't you know the menu?" ”

"Aren't you tired of eating those every day?" Helan was helpless.

Who knew that after hearing her words, the man was a little stunned, he was silent for a while, and said, "Then change, whatever you want." ”

Receiving a satisfactory answer, Helan happily ran to the kitchen.

Take out all the dishes that Lonely Yao likes to eat, wash them and cut them, and wait for them to be made at noon.

Noon.

He Lan put the six dishes on the table, and the man came to sit down, only to find the dishes on the table, and his hand holding the chopsticks stopped immediately.

He stared at He Lan with an indifferent expression, "Dump it, change it to something else." ”

The tone is irresistibly imperative.

He Lan twisted his eyebrows, not quite understanding what he meant for a while.

The man looked back at her, "Didn't you hear?" ”

"Why dump it?" She asked.

He paused word by word, as if he was answering her question very seriously: "Because I don't want to eat." ”

Herlan paused, "Then what do you want to eat?" ”

The man stopped, looked back and pointed to the six dishes on the table, "As long as it's not these." ”