It was nearly evening, and the sky was full of clouds. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The autumn leaves of the mountain behind Shimizu Villa are filled with a layer of hazy mist.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and a trace of mist gently drifted between the branches and leaves.

The moist water vapor gradually condenses on the bright red leaves, making the autumn leaves look as if they have just been rinsed, making them more vivid and clear.

Yang Xiaofeng turned his head sideways and quietly looked at his younger brother standing beside him, and saw that the other party was also looking at the scene in front of him stupidly. Seeing this, he smiled and said gently: "Xiaoling, you just said that Qingshui Villa is no longer there, but you are wrong."

"You said I was wrong...... Yang Xiaoling collected his thoughts, turned his head to look at Yang Xiaofeng, and said with a wry smile: "Actually, I also hope that I was wrong." I sometimes even think that this is just a nightmare that I have woken up and everything is still the same. It's a pity ......".

"It's a pity that all this is not a dream......", Yang Xiaofeng said calmly: "However, no matter whether what we have experienced is a dream or not, it doesn't matter, it doesn't affect us to choose a better life." Each of us has to live in reality, is it because of some past grief that people have to sink into pain and can't extricate themselves"?

"Can't extricate myself from ......", Yang Xiaoling said lightly: "But how do we choose, do you want me to choose to forget, forget everything that has been, including my father."

"Maybe, maybe forgetting is also a choice......", Yang Xiaofeng looked directly at his younger brother, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent again. After a long time, he looked up at the mist in front of him, and among the undulating waves, who was sighing softly, and who was still waiting in confusion.

"What if you can't forget it......"?

Yang Xiaoling asked the confusion in the hearts of everyone who couldn't let go of the past.

It turns out that we are always admonishing others to try to forget the pain, but forget, forgetting is a painful choice in itself.

"Can't forget...... Yang Xiaofeng said calmly again: "If you can't forget, then learn to let go."

"Put down ......", Yang Xiaoling said sharply, and asked rhetorically: "How to put it down"?

yes, how do you put it down?

Yang Xiaofeng did not give his answer immediately. If, in the past, he had also pursued the answer to this question countless times.

At this time, the evening wind was strong, and the mist all over the mountain was blown by the wind and circulated rapidly. The branches and leaves of the trees also rattled in the wind.

It's just that after a while, when the valley wind stopped, everything returned to calm again.

The mist still lingered behind them, as if the wind had never blown.

Yang Xiaofeng looked at the fog in front of him, and suddenly had luck in his palm, waved his sleeve robe lightly, and slapped forward lightly. The seemingly soft palm wind brought up a strong air current, whistling forward, and the fog that had been circulating around the two brothers within a distance of five feet was blown away at once, and the branches and leaves that had been submerged in the thick fog just now were re-exposed.

Then he laughed.

"Xiaoling, look ......", he said with a light smile, "Although the fog has covered these branches and leaves, they have always been there, never disappeared, and never changed."

"So what", Yang Xiaoling seemed to understand what the eldest brother meant, but he was still very hard-mouthed.

Yang Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Actually, people's hearts are like these branches and leaves. Resentment and attachment are the fog in front of us. Obsession blinds our hearts and makes us unable to see ourselves clearly. As a result, too many people have lost their original appearance."

"The initial appearance, hehe......", Yang Xiaoling smiled bitterly, a little helpless, a little hesitant, and said: "If you think about it, it's really like this, I really can't remember what I was like at the beginning now."

After a pause, he asked rhetorically: "What about you, after so much, do you still remember what you were like in the beginning?"

"I remember".

"Oh".

"I had almost forgotten about it, but now I had regained what I had lost."

“......”。

Yang Xiaofeng turned around, looked at the two women in front of him through the thick fog, and chuckled: "Because the original people are always by my side, I still have to protect them as I did at the beginning."

Yang Xiaoling also followed his gaze from afar, also looked at his sister, was silent for a while, and said with a sneer: "But I have completely forgotten that hatred has taken root in my heart, and the hatred in my heart is too deep." I've been in pain and resentment for too long, and I've come so far that I'll probably never be able to look back. Perhaps, for the rest of my life, I am afraid that I will never remember what I was like in the first place."

Yang Xiaofeng didn't refute it, and he couldn't refute it either.

Everyone has their own choice, he can't say that he is right, and he can't say that his brother is wrong.

Although they had the same experience, the brothers chose two different paths.

Revenge, this is Xiaoling's choice.

It's just that he really wants to know, for Xiao Ling, is it that he can't turn back, or has he never thought about turning back?

Just like himself, how could he ever think of turning back.

Although the blood relationship has not changed, the person in front of him is no longer the boy he once was.

How could he have been otherwise?

Think about it, the ups and downs of life are already unpredictable, and there are a few people who can always stick to their hearts and never change their original intentions.

"So, we have to learn to let go of ......", Yang Xiaofeng still smiled and said softly: "If we can let go of the obsession in our hearts, you will find that you are still you at that time, and you have never changed."

"Let go of the obsession in my heart ......", Yang Xiaoling muttered, smiled and said: "But, isn't it true that people live in obsessions, if they let go of everything, then what is he living for."

People live for the sake of that thought, if they choose to let go. At that time, I was still me, and I was afraid that I was no longer me.

"For love, let's ......", Yang Xiaofeng looked at the faint figures of the two girls in front of him who were shrouded in thick fog, and said resolutely: "Love for relatives, in order to protect the most beloved and dearest people around you."

"Is that so......", Yang Xiaoling also looked at the two women in front of him, for a long time, suddenly smiled faintly, and asked rhetorically: "But, big brother, isn't love itself the deepest obsession." In this way, don't you and I both have our own attachments that we can't let go? Actually, we've always lived in our own hearts, right?"

It turns out that we are all living in our own obsessions, but different people have different priorities.

"Just like you said, we all live in our own obsessions...... Yang Xiaofeng glanced at his younger brother, smiled, and said seriously: "But my obsession is love and protection, and your obsession is full of resentment and destruction."

"Is this any different"?

"We've been hurt too much, so why do we have to torture ourselves anymore. Why can't you learn to let go of others and let go of yourself at the same time?"

"Hehe, so, you want me to learn to let go of ......", Yang Xiaoling laughed self-deprecatingly, and asked rhetorically: "But if it wasn't for love, how could I hate it deeply." At the end of the day, what is the difference between love and hate. You want me to let it go, but have you ever thought about it, in fact, it's just that you don't dare to face it, in fact, you have always chosen to escape."

Yang Xiaofeng was stunned and looked at his younger brother in front of him in surprise. Why, Xiaoling he......

"I've been a killer since I was sixteen. After so many years, I have become braver and more realistic than you, my blood has long been colder, and my heart has long been harder than yours. Your heart is still full of love and kindness, but my heart is full of hatred, cruelty and cruelty. I'm no longer the same person I used to be, and I can't change back to the same person I used to be."

He finally looked at Yang Xiaoxi's side with nostalgia, and then strode away, without looking back, but said lightly: "Big brother, Xiaoxi will be handed over to you in the future." I don't blame you for not taking revenge, but don't stop me either. Now that we've all made our choices, do what you think is more appropriate and worthwhile to do. From now on, our relatives will be guarded by you, and I will bear the hatred."

"That's how you ...... Is it ...... to leave like this", Yang Xiaofeng had already taken a kick, wanting to stay, but in the end he took his foot back, and finally did not take a step, but said a little reluctantly: "Actually, I knew that you had to go, but didn't you even say goodbye to Xiaoxi." Do you know that during her time in Falling Snow Valley, she has always missed you."

"If I can say goodbye, why should I go, I'm afraid that by then, I won't be able to walk anymore......", Yang Xiaoling's footsteps paused slightly, at that moment, he wanted to turn back. However, in the end, he just stomped his foot heavily and left with a resolute face.

Yang Xiaofeng's reluctant eyes stared straight at his brother's distant back, a little lonely, a little stubborn. A faint mist flowed around Yang Xiaoling, and in the mist, he slowly left, his steps resolute, and he gradually walked away. In the end, the figure of Xiao Suo was completely overwhelmed by the thick fog.

The parting between brothers is not like that of lovers, and there is not much childlike affection.

Once this is gone, when it will be returned, although it is difficult to distinguish, it has never been retained.

Yang Xiaofeng quietly watched his younger brother's back, and the lingering mist blurred his vision. There may only be a few steps between him and Yang Xiaoling. However, the fog in the middle seemed to separate them from two worlds.

The sound of small footsteps finally became inaudible in the end, and Yang Xiaoling's figure was completely engulfed in the thick fog. However, his already somewhat vague voice still came out from the depths of the mist, with a little determination, a little confusion, and even a little frustration, and too much reluctance, and said lightly: "Big brother, when I finish everything, I will come back." Maybe you're right, Qingshui Villa has never disappeared, it's always there, in our hearts."

Who is it, sighing softly.

The twilight is deep, the sky is a little darker, has night fallen?

The wind rose again, the strong evening wind whistled, and gradually blew all the fog all over the mountain, the heaven and earth gradually returned to clarity, above the eastern sky, the faint light gradually brightened, and the moon was about to rise.