The sound of kicking him in the darkness was graceful and soft, gradually approaching, He Lingling finally raised her head. Under the moonlight, the familiar and handsome face became closer and closer through the hazy tearful eyes, and became clearer and clearer. Her throat was more swallowed and she wanted to make a sound, but she was still more swallowed, with a salty smell.

He stretched out his hand, felt a little distressed, and touched He Lingling's little head with a doting heart. Chen Yuyang smiled and said, "Why are you sitting here alone in a daze? It's too cold tonight, go back early!"

Just one sentence, Chen Yuyang had already raised his foot and passed He Lingling's side, but his pants were grabbed by He Lingling and he was unwilling to let go. He Lingling's tears flowed down her face and said softly: "Brother Yuyang, can you accompany me? Don't ignore me, please, don't ignore me!!"

Chen Yuyang was helpless, and his face still had a smile on his face, but his smile was a little frozen: "Lingling, what's wrong?"

"Brother Yuyang, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it. I know what I did wrong, but I really didn't mean it. Don't believe Su Haonan's words, he was talking nonsense, he was talking nonsense. I had no choice, I had no choice, you believe me." He Lingling stood up, hugged Chen Yuyang, and became more excited, saying, "I didn't have any to him..."

Chen Yuyang's heart stumbled and hurt, but it was just a momentary pain that made him tremble slightly.

Although he knew the ending in his previous life, when he really heard it, he felt a different mood. His big hand gently brushed across He Lingling's long hair, and then his fingertips gently tapped behind her. Chen Yuyang sighed and said, "Lingling, you are tired, too tired, let's sleep for a while!"

"Brother Yuyang, you have to believe me and don't leave me!" He Lingling still murmured to herself in her sleep.

At this moment, Chen Yuyang felt a kind of heartache, the pain of blood, perhaps the deepest nostalgia deep in his memory, or the indelible cardamom sentiment, everything could not be explained. Even if a saint's cultivation is still disappointed and heartache, saints are both saints and humans.

Chen Yuyang gently stroked He Lingling's shoulders, and stood quietly in the corridor with this little cousin. It took him not to know how long it took him to send He Lingling home and then slowly went upstairs. He could clearly hear the sound of his footsteps and the sighs inside the door.

With a creaking sound, the door opened, and it was not Ye Qingcheng, but Chen Luohe who appeared in front of Chen Yuyang.

"Are you back?" Chen Luohe's tone was filled with a hint of sadness.

Chen Yuyang reluctantly smiled and said, "Here I'm back!"

A father and son sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, sitting opposite each other, and once again staged the illusion of looking in the mirror. Chen Luohe was still smoking, one after another. Seeing the cigarette butts turning into a small flame of sin in the ashtray, Chen Yuyang's face was full of sadness. He picked up the tea at hand and drank it without caring about the heat and cold.

"Herbal tea hurts the body!" Chen Luohe said quietly.

Chen Yuyang stood up and said, "I'll go back and rest first, there will be classes tomorrow!"

Chen Luohe was stunned for a moment and said, "Do you have nothing to ask? You should have seen that little girl He Lingling. She has been waiting for you for a long time. She is a poor girl!"

"I don't want to ask, and there is no need to ask. I know all this!" Chen Yuyang said suddenly.

"Do you know?" Chen Luohe took a deep breath. He already knew Chen Yuyang's performance in the Tang and Song Mansion today. He was shocked, surprised, and puzzled. It seemed that the son in front of him was beyond his imagination and was beyond his control. This made him feel a sense of frustration.

Chen Yuyang nodded and said, "I know all about that bet, the affairs of the capital, and the people you have placed by me. I haven't said it, but it doesn't mean I don't know anything. I'm no longer a child, so don't look at me with the means of caring for children!"

"I understand!" Chen Luohe nodded, and finally plucked up the courage and said, "I arranged the matter between He Lingling. She has not done anything with Su Haonan. I can guarantee you this!"

"This is not important. Things that shouldn't have happened will never want to happen!" Chen Yuyang narrowed his eyes and said, "Even if she and Su Haonan have nothing to do with me, after all, she is my cousin!"

Chen Luohe was shocked, stood up, and exclaimed: "You, how do you know this?"

"It's nothing, I will always treat her as a little sister!" Chen Yuyang said. This was the first time he had a showdown with Chen Luohe after he came back. He was too surprised by Chen Luohe.

Chen Luohe was quiet for a long time before asking: "Since you already know a lot of things, what are you going to do about Kyoto? The Chen family is the only one, they will definitely find you. And you still have a baby relative in Kyoto, so you always have to go and see your fiancée!"

"Before graduating from college, I wanted to live my life quietly, and I wouldn't do anything." Chen Yuyang said a word and went back to his room. Chen Luohe did not stop him this time because he got the answer he wanted. Although it was a very good answer, it seemed a little sad in his opinion.

When he returned to the room, Chen Yuyang's mood began to calm down gradually. Kiss, kids. Chen Yuyang finally showed a trace of sad aftertaste on his face, and he said softly: "Qingqing, if you are not here, who will change this history? Who will?" With moist eyes, Chen Yuyang lowered his head and murmured to himself: "Qingqing, I miss you very much, I really miss you! I will go back to find you, you have to wait for me!"

At some point, Chen Yuyang had a thick stack of white paper in his hand, a pencil, and the tip of the pen moved with his heart. He unconsciously outlined the white paper, depicting one, two, three, simple strokes, outlining the faces, some happy, some angry, some coquettish, and some coquettish.

Lifelike, as he looked, Chen Yuyang was immersed in some reason, but he didn't want to wake up!

A long time later, when the last piece of white paper was left, my fingers trembled slightly when I lifted the pencil, and tears fell on the portrait, soaking the entire white paper.

In the prehistoric land, Qingyang Temple, Zhuge Qingqing, who failed to use mana to break the space link countless times, finally sat in the room weakly. At some point, a drop of water fell from the sky and splashed on Zhuge Qingqing's pink cheeks. Zhuge Qingqing said softly: "Yuyang, I miss you too. I can feel your sadness. I really miss you!"
Chapter completed!