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Gusu City.

Drunk and forgotten in the building.

Yang Xiaofeng also stood in front of the window, also looking up at the white moon in the distant sky.

After coming down from Blood Moon Mountain, he has been dragged around by Lin Yuhan for a long time in recent days, and today he ran to this Gusu City again, and lived in the largest restaurant in the city.

It had been dark for a long time, but he had not yet lit the lamp, so he was hidden in the darkness. It seemed that he had long since become accustomed to this dark atmosphere.

Lin Yuhan gently pushed open the door and tiptoed in, and Yang Xiaofeng immediately smelled a strong smell of dog meat.

"Brother Yang, guess what I brought here", Lin Yuhan suddenly asked loudly behind him, as if he wanted to scare him.

Yang Xiaofeng said directly: "Dog meat ......."

"It's not interesting......", Lin Yuhan lit the candle on the table with a fire, and muttered: "Why did you answer so directly, you can't answer and say you can't guess, and then I'll tell you that it's dog meat."

Yang Xiaofeng was speechless.

Lin Yuhan put the food box in his hand on the table casually, and shouted: "Come on, come on, hurry up while it's hot, if this dog meat is cold, it won't taste good."

Yang Xiaofeng said lightly: "I don't want to eat."

Lin Yuhan's eyes darkened, his voice seemed to be a little aggrieved, and said, "You really don't eat"?

Yang Xiaofeng was helpless, so he had to come over and sit down.

Lin Yuhan suddenly smiled, opened the food box, took out a warm pot from it, gave Yang Xiaofeng a pair of chopsticks, and urged: "Hurry up, I ran four streets to find this." There are people who want to eat twenty-four dishes in this drunken building, but there is really no such dog soup pot."

Yang Xiaofeng was surprised: "Just for this, you ran four streets"?

Lin Yuhan rolled his eyes and said, "Yes."

Yang Xiaofeng casually picked up a small piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewed it, and praised: "It tastes good, the meat is stewed just right."

Lin Yuhan didn't move his chopsticks, but just grinned at him with his teeth bared.

Yang Xiaofeng was puzzled: "Have you eaten it?"

Lin Yuhan shook his head.

"Then why don't you eat it"?

Yang Xiaofeng felt a little strange.

Lin Yuhan smirked and said in a low voice: "Watching you eat, I'm very satisfied."

The chopsticks in Yang Xiaofeng's hand shook suddenly, and the piece of meat that he had originally picked up fell back into the pot.

Lin Yuhan lowered his head this time, and said softly: "Brother Yang, you may not know. I have already put my heart completely on you, and I am happy when I see you happy, and I am sad when I see you sad. You don't know, every time I watch you suffer, my heart aches even more. Sometimes, I wish I could bear the pain in your place. However, I knew I couldn't, so I had to do everything I could to make your life a little happier."

This time, even the chopsticks in Yang Xiaofeng's hand fell on the table all of a sudden.

His chest heaved violently, and he suddenly got up, walked to the window, and gasped for air.

What Lin Yuhan brought to him was all affectionate. But why, all he felt was pain?

Slowly, Lin Yuhan also walked to the window and looked at the dark sky in the distance like him. After a long time, he asked stupidly, "Brother Yang, have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"

Blown by the night breeze, Yang Xiaofeng's mind calmed down a lot, and he was stunned for a moment, silent for a long time, and said: "When I was in Qingshui Villa before, I just wanted to be a scholar, and I didn't want to get famous, so I wanted to be a deacon in the account room when I grew up and help my younger brother manage finances." Or open a private school at the foot of the mountain and become a teacher. If it's better, it's better to go to that government office and do a copywriting ministry. Later, I thought about opening a tavern, making my own wine on weekdays, and selling it when it was brewed, and if I could sell three or four jars a day, I would be able to support myself in this life. But now, none of this is possible."

"Yes, there are always too many unsatisfactory and impossible places in this life...... Lin Yuhan sighed and said: "Everyone has had all kinds of dreams. However, for many people, dreams are as far away as the stars in the sky, you can see them, but you can't touch them."

Yang Xiaofeng only smiled bitterly. After a while, he suddenly asked again, "What about you?"

"I ......", Lin Yuhan shook his head and said, "I didn't think about it that much."

Immediately, she smiled lightly again, and continued: "Since everyone's fate has long been predestined, why can't we face it bravely." When we envy and fantasize about another way of life, why can't we strive to live the life in front of us"?

Yang Xiaofeng said blankly: "Try to live the days in front of you......"?

"yes. Don't you think the future is too far away compared to the present?"

"But ......", Yang Xiaofeng asked again: "What if life doesn't give you the right to choose for yourself"?

"In other words, don't we have the right to make decisions ourselves"?

Yang Xiaofeng was silent.

Lin Yuhan doesn't seem to understand that in the face of fate, people have never had the right to choose independently, and they can only passively choose to accept.

If there is a choice, it is no longer an option.

That's what choice is all about

This is both difficult to say and easy to say.

Lin Yuhan seems to understand, but he doesn't seem to understand. However, she has a good way of not thinking about things she doesn't understand.

Therefore, although she has too much sorrow like others, she is always happy. for her sorrow comes and goes quickly.

At that moment, she suddenly smiled lightly and said softly: "Brother Yang, don't think about anything else, I'll take you out tomorrow to have a good time." This time, we must play it for more than ten days, and we must have a good time in this Gusu City, and we will go back when we play it during the Qingming Festival."

"Do you have to play until the Qingming season......", Yang Xiaofeng suddenly asked: "Is today the second day of the second month of February?"

Lin Yuhan nodded and said, "Yes."

Immediately, she suddenly remembered something, and immediately frowned: "Oh, you see how I forgot, the second dragon raised his head in early February, and there will be a lantern festival tonight." By the way, should we go and see it now"?

Yang Xiaofeng did not speak.

Lin Yuhan thought that he was too late, so he said, "Then I'll go again tomorrow, maybe there will be more."

"The second day of February...... The second day of February...... , so to speak, there are still eighteen days to go......".

Lin Yuhan was puzzled: "What are you muttering, why are there eighteen days left?"

Yang Xiaofeng's breathing suddenly became heavy again, and his body trembled violently, and he suddenly turned his head to stare at Lin Yuhan and said, "Can you go back to Qingshui Villa with me?"

Lin Yuhan was taken aback by Yang Xiaofeng's appearance, took a few steps back, and asked in surprise, "Go back to ...... Go back to Shimizu Villa to do ...... What to do"?

Yang Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly swelled with a deep sadness, slowly lowered his head, and after half a day, he said bitterly: "There are eighteen days later, it will be my sister's 100-day sacrifice."

"Ah......", Lin Yuhan suddenly panicked and looked at Yang Xiaofeng at a loss.

She wanted to comfort him, but how could she comfort him?

After a while, she finally mustered up the courage, slowly hugged him from behind, clasped her hands in front of his chest, pressed her face tightly against his back, and murmured: "Brother Yang, if you believe me, everything will be fine."

What a gentle daughter's feelings!

At this moment, her heartbeat, her breathing, were so clear.

What about her heart?

How could he not feel her heart?

For a wandering heart, shouldn't it have sunk like this?

But what is it, I kept shouting and roaring in my heart.

The cold night breeze blew in from outside the window and blew on Yang Xiaofeng's face.

In just an instant, his heart became a little colder than this cold wind.

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly stretched out his hand, slowly and decisively broke the ten fingers of Lin Yuhan clasped on his chest, and said coldly: "It's late at night, you should go back and rest early."

Lin Yuhan was stunned, and tears seemed to have flashed in his beautiful eyes.

She turned slowly, covered her mouth, and trotted all the way out.

Yang Xiaofeng only smiled bitterly, helplessly and bitterly.

He knew that he had just poured a basin of cold water on the girl's passionate heart.

At this moment, his heart suddenly began to become extremely confused again.

As Lin Yuhan said, compared to the present, the future is too far away. So, he really just wants to live the life in front of him.

He didn't know if if he would accept the girl one day if he continued like this.

Maybe, or maybe not.

If it weren't for the fact that too much had happened later.