Changfu

After sticking out his tongue, Yang Lan's eyes rolled and she thought to herself: It's such a big road here. If you want to rush out and don't have the time to do it, it's impossible not to be discovered.

She turned around and walked back, looking around while walking.

Chang Lin sat motionlessly in the room. He had a calm face and formed a long Sichuan-shaped shape between his eyebrows.

He was holding a cup of tea in his hand. The tea had been cold for a long time, but it was still full. Chang Lin kept sitting upright and had been motionless for a long time.

His eyes looked out the window, his eyes drifted, and he didn't know if he had seen the scenery in.

It was not until after a long time that he sighed. As he sighed, a tired pattern finally became entangled in his frown.

At this time, a voice moved outside the window and whispered at the door: "Master, the young master is back!"

Chang Lin's hand shook, and a few drops of tea spilled down. He turned his head anxiously and asked softly: "Where is he? Are he here now?"

The servant replied outside: "Yes, the young master has entered the gate and has come to this side." Chang Lin's tightly pursed lips finally relaxed a little. He stood up slowly and strode out the door.

As soon as he left the door, he saw Chang Yu walking towards him. He raised his eyes and looked at Chang Yu's face seriously. Chang Lin waved his back and said slowly: "Yu'er, aren't you angry with me?"

Chang Yu walked up to him and stopped five steps in front of him. Don’t start looking at a big tree, he said in a deep voice: “You can’t blame you, I was excited at that time. It doesn’t matter if your injury is not important, right?”

Chang Lin shook his head, he turned his head and looked at Chang Yu for a while before saying, "Do you have something to say to me?"

A smile appeared on Chang Yu's face. He pondered for a while before turning to Chang Lin and looked at him calmly: "I saw Yang Lan!"

There was a "swoosh" sound!

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Lin stepped forward and grabbed him and held his arm tightly. He said tremblingly: "Really, really? She, she is fine?"

Chang Yu let him hold his arm tightly and nodded silently. Chang Lin breathed a sigh of relief happily. He took a few steps back and retreated to the wall before stopping. Holding the wall, Chang Lin reached out to stroke his forehead. His face was hidden in his palm, and he couldn't see clearly, but the palm was trembling.

Seeing Chang Lin's appearance, Chang Yu turned his head and immediately turned around. He raised his head and looked at the floating clouds in the sky. After a while, he slowly said: "I only know what grievances are and what evil is until now!"

A bitter smile appeared on his young face. His mouth opened, but he still closed it.

Chang Lin kept covering his face with his palm. After a while, he raised his head. He saw his eyes flushed and a smile on his lips. Looking at Chang Yu, Chang Lin said, "Yu'er, come in and talk."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the room. Chang Yu followed closely behind him.

Sitting on the chair, Chang Lin only realized that the teacup on his left hand was crushed! The tea water wet his sleeves.

He faced the chair against the window and looked at the sky outside. He suddenly said, "Yu'er, do you know? Sometimes I'm really tired. I'm so tired that I want to give up Yang Lan and completely erase her from my heart. I'm so tired that I think of a place without people, whether it's a monk or a beggar, I'll have this life in a daze!"

Chang Yu was startled and turned to look at him in surprise. Chang Lin did not look up, and he smiled bitterly on his own: "You can't think of it, right? This thought flashed by, and even I was shocked! Sometimes I think, maybe I love too deeply and couldn't extricate myself, so I'm so eager to relax. However, I also understand that she has been engraved in my bones, and whether to give up or not is no longer up to my reason."

He looked at Chang Yu and said, "Yu'er, I know what you think. However, I have never cared about it very much. Because you are still young, too young. Yang Lan will only be a wound in your heart and will not become the beating of your heart."

These similar words were the second time Chang Lin said to Chang Yu. Chang Yu opened his mouth and was about to refute it. Chang Lin raised his right hand and stopped.

Chang Lin said again: "I may not be right about these words. After all, I was like you ten years ago. Yu'er, didn't Yanglan be brought back by you?"

When Chang Yu saw that he finally asked this sentence, he smiled bitterly again. Seeing his smile, Chang Lin seemed to understand something. Before he could speak, Chang Lin said again: "Long Zizai died in your hands, but for Yang Lan? I heard that you fell off the cliff at that time. Is this true or false? What happened at that time? Can you tell me in detail?"

Chang Yu paused, organized the language, and said slowly: "You are right. When I was walking in the world, Piaoying actually found me. It was him who told me that Yang Lan fell into Long Zizai's hands."

Piaoying? Chang Lin read the name softly. He frowned and said again: "Piaoying? This person depends entirely on his preferences. I heard that his temperament is quite strange." After a while, he said: "How could this person care about this? Isn't he a lone assassin? Can he know Lanlan? Or is he having a friendship with you?"

Chang Yu nodded and said, "Yes, he knows Yang Lan and seems to owe her love. It has nothing to do with me. I have only met twice and have a little affection for each other.

You also know that Piaoying has a problem and doesn’t like to owe everyone favors. Therefore, he has always been particularly concerned about Yang Lan. Yang Lan fell into Long Zizai’s hands and somehow taught him to know. So he notified me while secretly protecting Yang Lan. It was not until Long Zizai wanted to use strength to Yang Lan that he rushed out!"

When he said the last sentence, Chang Lin suddenly stood up. He turned his head and stared at Chang Yu tightly, and asked, "Long Zizai wants to use strength against Yang Lan?"

Chang Yu nodded again and said hatefully: "Not bad! Fortunately, Piaoying has been paying attention to her. He saved Yang Lan, and I also arrived. Therefore, I fought with Long Zizai."

Chang Lin walked around the place for a while and said coldly: "Okay! Fight well, die well! Yu'er, what about it later?"

Chang Yu sighed and said, "When Long Zizai was on the island, he was hit by a slaughter and suffered internal injuries. And I, because of my lack of experience, kept fighting with him. Until, until, at the end, he was hit by my sword and fell to the ground on the spot. I took him a palm and fell off the cliff!"

Hearing Chang Yu admit it in person, Chang Lin looked at him in disbelief. Because he knew about the cliff, there was almost no possibility of survival after falling there! Could it be?
Chapter completed!