Wei Xingzhen closed his eyes briefly, and while breathing, he suddenly felt a lot of gentle feelings surge in his heart.

He quickly grabbed Feng Yan's wrist and took advantage of the confrontation while she was unprepared.

"Since you know everything... why aren't you afraid?"

"Haha," Feng Yan chuckled softly, "I'm--"

Wei Xingzhen pulled Feng Yan, who was smiling, and before she could finish her words, she held her in her arms and couldn't stop kissing her.

He has nothing to explain...

Wei Xingzhen thought a little unruly.

Xiaying said everything was the truth - he didn't need to hide or defend anything.

His hand gently stroked Feng Yan's warm spine, breathing her warm and clear breath, and slowly approaching her.

In the past, he felt that he knew Feng Yan enough, but now it seems that this is not the case.

At this moment, he was obsessed with Feng Yan's gentle kiss, and saw some dangerous and terrible shadow behind her quiet smile, like a quiet river. Once the reef of fate appears on the river she flows through, she will immediately burst out and crash into it desperately, causing shattered and crystal waves.

——Under Feng Yan's calm water surface, such a torrential heart is always hidden.

Like herself, she is always attracted by danger.

Wei Xingzhen suddenly remembered that after that summer night ended, she passed by Feng Yan's window several times and listened to her playing the piano.

For the first time, her piano sound was almost a disaster, but Feng Yan seemed to learn everything very quickly. After a few months, the piano sound could be heard.

What is even more different from ordinary people is that Feng Yan's piano sound has already had some kind of inspiration before he has the skills, just like the morning bacteria longing for the new moon and the cicadas look forward to seeing the spring and autumn.

At that time, he stood in the quiet courtyard, and was secretly surprised at the figure under the lamp.

How could a young man almost imprisoned in a corner all day long have such a passionate and courageous sound?

One day later, Feng Yan suddenly started playing the wonderful song. Wei Xingzhen listened to this tune countless times, but at that moment she felt very unfamiliar.

The subtle sound of the piano is outward, the roar of tigers and wolves in the mountains and fields, and the roar of waterfalls falling from cold ponds.

Feng Yan's piano sound is inward, in the deserted and disillusionment of nothing, he uses all his strength to grab the last straw.

The two of them are very far apart, but their momentum is so close.

It was also an autumn day. In the bleak night wind, Wei Xingzhen finally let go of all the miscellaneous thoughts and truly calmed down and listened to Feng Yan playing the piano for the first time.

At that moment, he forgot his past friends, his hometown in the sky, and threw away all the purpose of his arrival here.

All the pain, confusion, and complex desires... in the sound of the piano, it seems that they have become dead souls riding the wind and dissipated without leaving any trace.

Wei Xingzhen had to pay some attention to this fateful enemy who had not yet met--

He felt vaguely in his heart that a person who plays the piano like Miaowei cannot live long.

What's more, Feng Yan locked herself in the yard all day long, and she didn't even have the chance to express her love to the mountains and rivers.

This thought made Wei Xingzhen a little conflicted. He hesitated for a long time and could not make up his mind - what was he doing? Wasn't he here to kill her? If she was wandering between life and death, what would he care about?

The days passed day by day.

It was not until the seventeen-year-old Feng Yan was in the Lion Garden for a night of rain and fell into a coma in Taichu Palace, and his life was hanging on the line that Wei Xingzhen finally realized what he had to do.

...

The lights in the room went out, and the whole world went out as well.

The blue-white moonlight outside the window flowed into the room like water.

Opening his eyes, Feng Yan felt that everything in front of him was covered with a faint layer of light.

Close your eyes and it seems like facing a night sky with nothingness alone, empty and empty.

Which one is the current reality?

Feng Yan can't tell the difference.

She recalled everything she had with Wei Xingzhen after meeting him, and felt that everything was like a layer of mist that she could not see clearly or think thoroughly.

She remembered that when she was young, she stood on the cliff again and again, looking at the dark mountain stream that was deep and unsightly under her feet, the sound of water came from the valley, like the soft voice of a ghost.

They waved to her and invited her to jump off.

She tried her best and did not obey.

But death is always a charming and sharp knife, and all the problems in the world can be solved in front of it.

...It is only a problem that is alive.

And she could never understand some problems when she was young.

For example, when will the pain of getting along with others be the end?

For example, when you feel lonely and tormented, where should you hide to calm down?

Yesterday's torture is no different from the day before yesterday, and the torture of the day before yesterday is repeated day after day.

Everything yesterday has been passed...

So, what reason should we survive today?

Several thoughts were like glass beads contained in ceramic jars, which always hit each other with the disturbance of Feng Yan's mood.

She sometimes spends a day with hope, sometimes with despair;

Sometimes I am happy, forgetting that there are countless tomorrows waiting for her after this moment;

Sometimes I suddenly understand some opportunity and fall into a calm and empty state of mind for several days.

She asked her aunt with her own questions - what will the world after death be like, is it the same as when she was alive?

The old man laughed twice, "How can you know death if you don't know life?"

The moonlight surged up like a tide.

Feng Yan felt like a water plant shaking with the waves of water at the bottom of the water. Everything under the water was surging. She and Wei Xingzhen were rising and falling together in such a dark tide.

All the depression about death has disappeared, replaced by the fresh and lively torrent of life.

She heard the intertwined breathing of herself and Wei Xingzhen, and his humming and breathing were reminiscent of the horn of the charge.

The two people seemed to have no identity and no past wanderers. They met by chance and fought against each other, and no one was willing to let each other go easily.

They encountered, they attacked, they stopped, and were captured by the other side again... In the fierce and vivid joy, they became both the victors and were completely defeated by the other side.

They embraced each other in the depths of the night. In the secret place, everything was like the eternal and hot sun, and like the endless cicadas in midsummer, as if countless long lives were stacked together at the same time. All laughter and tears flashed suddenly and impermanently in the moments of embracing each other at this night.

They were devoted and selfless, not knowing that they were burning.

Maybe an unknown disaster will come tomorrow, and maybe everything they loved and cherished in the past will be destroyed.

But before this destruction comes...
Chapter completed!