"However, when it came to the end, when she stood in front of me across the counter, I always felt like my throat was stuck in something, especially when she was still looking at me, and everyone in the long borrowing line behind her seemed to be looking at me, and I felt even more panicked, I opened my mouth wide, and I couldn't say the words skillfully, but I couldn't say it anyway......"

"Oh my God, the thorn bird sculptures on the bookcase, the wood grain on the bookshelf behind them, and the heavily colored patterns on the ceiling, suddenly seem to be infinitely magnified, mocking me in their own unique way......"

Dongfang Pei seemed to have completely returned to that moment, and even his brows furrowed slightly, writing a little embarrassed, which made Feng Qinglang couldn't help but laugh: "So, you comprehended the peerless magic patterns from those patterns, it turned out that the library actually contained the ultimate magic map of all the magic patterns in the world, you suddenly brightened up at that moment, and then raised your head daxiao......"

Dongfang Pei said angrily: "I'm talking about my first love, what nonsense are you talking about, do you want to continue listening?"

"Okay, I was wrong, you old man, please continue"

Dongfang Pei said: "I'm too nervous, she looks at me, I look at her, it may only be a short while, but it may also be a long time...... There was a bastard student in the team who muttered, what are you grinding in such a long line?"

"It really brought my embarrassment to the breaking point, so I did something that I am now and I will never forget"

Feng Qinglang saw that Dongfang Pei actually stopped at a critical time, and couldn't help but guess: "You suddenly yelled, people often ...... like this under great pressure."

Dongfang Pei was slightly annoyed and said loudly: "No, I let out a fart"

He paused slightly, ignoring Feng Qinglang's reaction, and continued: "The most damn thing is that the key phrases such as school and Piri Street have finally come to my mind, and I think I have finally found a breakthrough, but I just formed a new sentence, and I asked the girl, 'Are you farting?,"

Feng Qinglang was stunned for a moment, and finally couldn't help patting his thigh, hahadaxiao, he always felt that Dongfang Pei was a wonderful person, but he never calculated that he could be so wonderful, and he laughed heartlessly.

After being happy for a while, and finding that Dongfang Pei was unhappy, Feng Qinglang hurriedly said: "Then what, no matter how bad the story is, there should always be an ending."

Dongfang Pei said: "Hmph, then, the library is too quiet, the other beasts in the team, they were laughing like you at that time, I didn't dare to look at that girl at all, like a child who killed people by mistake, full of panic, turned around and fled, I didn't think of where to flee, I only knew that it was so far, I fled so far"

Feng Qinglang finally smiled slightly, and said in a deep voice: "So, you finally left that library and embarked on your own legendary path?"

Dongfang Pei shook his head and said, "I came to the familiar hill, looking into the distance, and I did have the idea of going out to break in, but what you would never have imagined was that the girl actually came to my side, smiled at me, and said to me, 'I'm out of school, can you accompany me to Piri Street for a cup of coffee?"

Seeing Feng Qinglang's stunned face, it was finally Dongfang Pei's turn to pat Feng Qinglang's shoulder hard, and said seriously: "That girl is my future wife, Dongfang Haoran's grandmother."

Feng Qinglang had no choice but to laugh and say: "It's obviously a bad story, weishenmezuihou has become a comedy."

Dongfang Pei patted Feng Qinglang's shoulder much weaker, but his tone was much heavier, and he said in a deep voice: "So, boy, don't forget the sunshine behind the haze because of the temporary haze, so many years of ups and downs, you have finally come to this day, you suddenly have the idea of denying yourself, how sorry you are for the past."

Feng Qinglang pursed her lips vigorously, lightly touched a glass with Dongfang Pei, and said seriously: "Xiexie you, old guy"

This night, there was a light snowfall.

Feng Qinglang's room happened to face the white-clothed garden, just like facing a white-haired old man in the twilight, he stared quietly, he thought that he was open-minded enough, and he thought that the cultivation of the meditation chapter had gradually improved, but he still inevitably suffered from insomnia.

A person has gone through many years, and now a person goes to look back on these years.

The past dust is like the petal snowflakes in the sky, each snowflake is so close, you can see a certain scene of the past, I thought that many of the forgotten past, still vivid, reappear in front of the eyes.

Sometimes the cold wind blows, and the snowflakes will be torn apart, and those scenes will be shattered, or the snowflakes will fall to the ground, like that memory that cannot be traced, without a trace.

He thought of his parents, remembered those people, were they worried about themselves, or were they resentful of themselves, he thought that his appearance was an excellent opportunity for their side line to rise, but he didn't expect Zuihou to evolve like this......

The old patriarch who was always gentle, if Zaijian himself, could still maintain that smile like the winter sun, or pointed at himself, trembling and unable to say half a word......

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but look at the wine in the cup again, and the remaining hops in the cup reflected his own blurry image, as if it was a reflection of the peerless handsome face of the ancestor Di Alun.

If Dongfang Pei's guess has encompassed all possibilities, then whether it is a small probability that he is another form of existence of Di Allen, or a high probability that the spiritual imprint planted by a certain ancestor has finally been triggered in a certain junior......

The royal family of the Di Dynasty will never allow such a person to appear, so how can the owner of the throne deal with himself?

A throne involves countless interests and struggles, and an extra soldier on the chessboard is not dazzling, but an extra emperor is very dazzling.

Very inexplicably, Feng Qinglang smiled a little nervously, he had guessed countless times in the past, why was he hunted down?

Talent, family struggle, fighting with the prince for a woman?

There are countless ridiculous possibilities, but no matter how ridiculous they are, they can't involve Di Allen, but it has become the most likely truth, the current lord of the throne does not like to have a second master, and the contenders for the future throne do not like someone to cut in line......

He stood up a little excitedly, feeling that his head was abnormally heavy, causing his body to shake, only to realize that he had drunk too much, Dongfang Pei soothed his panic, but did not soothe his quietly surging sadness, so he wanted to sleep when he came back, but he couldn't sleep and continued to drink, before he knew it, it was already full of wine bottles, like memories scattered all over the ground.

Obviously he should be drunk, but he still has no sleep, especially the continuous snowflakes are like continuous memories, always gushing out in the sky, he thinks, he should change places, continue to drink, maybe he can temporarily cut off the memories.