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When Su Changan returned, the starlight was in full bloom, stretching his shadow very long.

He pushed open the courtyard door of Tianlan Courtyard, and a woman in Tsing Yi was standing behind the door, because she was carrying the starlight on her back, Su Changan couldn't see her face clearly. But her eyes were bright, not much better than the stars in the sky.

Su Changan's restless heart calmed down a lot inexplicably.

"Uncle Qingluan. He said.

The woman nodded, and then her voice was so cold that she barely had any emotion.

"Lord Yuheng told you to go to his room when you get back. ”

Su Changan nodded, he was not surprised, he faintly felt that Yu Heng must know all this, so after answering Qingluan in a low voice, he walked in the direction of Yu Heng Pavilion.

The woman turned her head to look at the young man's back, her brows frowned, she felt that the current Su Changan seemed to be a little different from the past, but she couldn't tell the truth about the difference.

Squeak.

Some of the old doors of Yuheng Pavilion were pushed open by Su Changan.

He walked up to Yu Heng.

The old man was squinting his eyes and half-lying on his Taishi chair and pretending to sleep.

He was always like this, even though the sleepiness in the corners of his eyes was so thick that he could barely melt away, but his eyes never really closed once. Su Changan felt that this was not a very good thing for an old man, so he asked him more than once why he was unwilling to take a good rest.

But Yuheng's answer was the same every time.

"Older people can't just sleep. Because when you close your eyes, you don't know if you'll be able to wake up again. ”

And such an answer would always make Su Changan's heart hurt inexplicably, so he stopped asking.

"Coming back?" Yu Heng sat up, his eyes still narrowed, but with a genuine smile that only Su Changan could see. The kindness in that smile made some of the emotions that Su Changan had been pressing in his heart suddenly collapse.

He was nothing more than a boy under the age of seventeen.

He came to Chang'an with the dreams and aspirations that most children of this age have, and he wanted to become a swordsman like Mo Tingyu, who was chivalrous and righteous, and eliminated violence and peace. In the end, I returned home with a girl who was like Momo, or better looking than Momo.

The original intention of promoting this dream was not any great benevolence, but some unrealistic fantasies and some vanity that ordinary people have.

He also felt that he had done something, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud about it.

But these things were all shattered on this night. It seems that what he has experienced, and therefore obtained, is nothing more than a big hand behind him that he has never seen. And he is like a puppet with a string, secretly manipulated by others, but he is unaware of it.

He felt an indescribable discomfort, as if something was pressing on his chest, making him gasp.

And when I saw Yuheng, these suppressed emotions finally came like a tide.

His shoulders began to twitch, and tears poured down his still somewhat immature face. He realized that this was not a very good thing—a swordsman like Mo Tingyu couldn't cry casually, at least not because of something like this.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from his face, but his eyes seemed to be open, and the tears could not be stopped.

A wrinkled hand reached out at this time, placed it on his head, and gently rubbed his hair.

"Cry. Yu Heng said. "Let's cry out all the grievances. ”

Su Changan was stunned for a moment, and the last trace of insistence in his heart was completely softened because of Yuheng's words. He leaned on the armrest of Yuheng Taishi's chair, and finally buried his head and cried. Like many children of the average age, this time, he cried without scruples.

Cry, cry the last softness of your heart. Then, from then on, it will be as hard as iron, so that you can live in Chang'an City without me.

Yu Heng patted him lightly on the back, thinking secretly in his heart.

And on the stage, a girl standing quietly suddenly looked up at the sea of stars, and her eyes flashed with a light comparable to the stars. An autumn wind blew, lifting her clothes, and the jade flute around her waist was picked up, but put down again.

At that moment, she felt a star go out suddenly, but it lit up again. It was only for a brief moment, but she was confident that her feelings would not be wrong. She stared at the faint star in the starry night sky, and suddenly felt a little puzzled in her heart.

"Why do you have to die if you don't want to die?" she muttered to herself, in a voice that only she could hear.

But in the dark night, only the whistling autumn wind responded to her.

In the Yuheng Pavilion, Su Changan's crying finally stopped, he raised his head, looked at Yuheng, wiped the tears on his face with some embarrassment, and then hurriedly stood up.

"Finished crying?" Before he could say anything, Yu Heng's voice rang out again.

"Yes. Su Changan's mood was still not high, and he replied in a low voice.

"Don't you want to ask me something?" Yu Heng turned his head to look at Su Changan, squinting with a meaningful smile in his eyes.

Su Changan thought for a while, and then nodded very seriously.

But what made him feel distressed was that he didn't know how to ask, such as why Bei Tongxuan would live up to Ruyan, why his senior sister would deceive him, and why Xianjun would fight with him.

So in the end, he asked, "Why is this world the way it is?"

As he said this, he raised his head, and the light in his eyes lit up again. He asked so earnestly, as if he was desperate to know some truth.

But Yu Heng was silent, he thought that Su Changan would ask him many questions, but he never thought that it would be such a question.

He thought about it for a few breaths, which was a rare thing for him. Then he also looked at Su Changan and asked, "Then what do you think this world should be?"

Su Changan was stunned, he took longer than Yu Heng to think about this problem. Fang Cai replied with some hesitation: "I don't know what the world should be like, but I think at least it shouldn't be like this." ”

He paused when he said this, and seeing that Yuheng had no intention of answering, he continued.

"I also know that good people don't necessarily get good rewards, and bad people don't necessarily get sanctioned. But at least those who wait should not be let down, and those who trust should not be betrayed. If this world were like this, I don't think I would like him too much. ”

After saying this, Su Changan looked at Yu Heng, as if he wanted to get some different answers from his mouth, some answers that could support his beliefs.

But Yuheng let him down.

"But this world is such a world. ”

Su Changan's eyes darkened, and he felt that something he had always taken as a creed began to crumble, he lowered his head and began to be silent.

"Those who wait are always disappointed, and those who trust are always betrayed. But even so, there are still people who choose to wait, and there are also people who choose to trust. Good and evil are never opposites, they coexist. There are many living beings in the world, who do not have their own goodness and who do not have their own evil. ”

When Su Changan heard this, his lowered head was raised again, he seemed to grasp the meaning of Yuheng's words, but he couldn't really think about it.

He was a little confused. But before he could ask anything, Yu Heng asked again.

"Do you still want to be a swordsman like Tingyu?"

Su Changan thought for a while, and finally he nodded resolutely and said, "Yes!"

"Then keep the good in your heart and use your evil to face the evil in this world!"

Yu Heng's voice was no longer old at that moment, he was full of energy, like a awakened lion.

The starlight suddenly became brighter, reflecting on Su Changan's face, illuminating his eyes brightly.