Number Nine sat upright on a big rock, and her lonely figure was like a thousand-year-old husband-watching stone, silently watching over her own happy dream. A green leaf slid down from her lips, as if the goddess Luoshui was dressing up, quiet and dignified, with a elegant expression.

Yu Yan stood there blankly. At this time, No. 9 was like a holy angel under the moonlight. Every frown could touch the deepest heartstring in Yu Yan's heart.

No. 9 slowly turned his head and smiled at Yu Yan and said, "No. 1--"

The heart of No. 9 is as clear and transparent as the moonlight on the top of the mountain, and every slight is revealed in front of Yu Yan. Yu Yan has a confused feeling of happiness. He slowly stamped in front of her, looked at No. 9's clear face, and felt a little hurt in his heart. He forced a smile and said, "No. 9--"

"Shh--" No. 9 raised his tender white fingers and shook his lips, and a crystal-like pure smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "I'm reviewing the song you taught me, but I'm too stupid and can't remember it carefully. Can you teach me?"

Yu Yan nodded, took the leaves in her hand and placed them on her lips. The leaves seemed to have a faint fragrance on her lips. No. 9 gently pulled him to sit beside him, leaning against his shoulder, and watching him bit the leaves, a purest and most beautiful smile appeared on his face.

Yu Yan seemed to have returned to Daqingshan and the days when he was with No. 9. A faint happiness and sadness merged into a monotonous but crisp song in the night breeze. The long aftertaste lingered in the hearts of the two of them and refused to dissipate for a long time.

No. 9 suddenly grew up and said happily, "No. 1, I want to dance. Can you accompany me?" Yu Yan rushed back to the room like a flying velocity, took out the jade ink flute, and flew out like a ghost.

Lao Zeng blinked his eyes a few times, and his anxious mood slowly calmed down. Good junior brother, good son-in-law, good boy, just look at you. Looking at Yu Yan's passing back, Lao Zeng laughed and said, "I was young too."

Under the cold moon, No. 9 seemed to turn into an elf who was good at dancing. His short hair gently swung his ears, his beautiful cheeks flashing in color, and his running and jumping soft body, accompanied by the crisp and melodious sound of the flute, fully displaying the charm and beauty of the girl. Yu Yan had never seen No. 9 dance, which was different from the heroic posture on the battlefield. No. 9 was just a young and beautiful girl at this time. His beautiful body was like a flying butterfly, flying, showing his magnificent posture in front of his sweetheart.

No.9 looked at Yu Yan's eyes full of unremovable tenderness. She smiled, jumped, and danced with all her energy, as if she wanted to use up all her energy. In the midst of sweat, No.9 used all her strength in her body and soared into the air, like a moth flying into the fire, blooming her most beautiful moment.

Looking at her pale cheeks, Yu Yan's heart was as if he was stolen. The moment she fell to the ground, she held her trembling body in her arms.

No.9 gasped quickly, with tears in her beautiful eyes. She looked at his face and said softly: "Do you know that I will only dance for you in this life."

There was a loud bang in Yu Yan's mind, like a spring thunder in the dry sun that sounded in his ears. Yu Yan couldn't help but hug her tightly in his arms and choked and said, "I know, I know."

No.9 buried his head in his arms and shook it gently, "You don't know, you don't know. I just hate myself, why did you know so late? Is this the so-called will of God?"

No.9 gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, hugged his strong waist tightly, and said slowly: "Do you know that when you said that Chen Jiashu and I were very compatible, my heart seemed to be torn apart. I really want to die at that moment, in front of you. How can you be so cruel? Why can't you understand my heart and why?"

The tears of No. 9 fell on Yu Yan's chest, and the warm feeling was like a hot blazing fire, questioning Yu Yan's heart.

"I love you/but I dare not say it/I am afraid that after I say it/I will die/I am not afraid of death/I am afraid that after I die/No one loves you like me again!" No. 9 looked at Yu Yan's eyes, shy and firm, and said softly. The tears on her face had not dried, and the venting just now seemed to make her find courage in the darkness. She bravely looked at Yu Yan, and the blush on her face seemed to reflect the moon in the sky.

Yu Yan's mouth was dry, and tears as big as beans rolled down to his cheeks. No. 9 gently wiped away the tears on his face with tears in his tears, and said with a smile: "No. 1, you are not allowed to cry. You are my No. 1, I am the No. 1 alone."

Yu Yanren's tears fell on his chest and choked and said, "Yes, I won't cry, I will always be your number one."

No. 9 smiled and said, "No. 1, do you still remember the first time we met? I went to the team to report that I didn't bring a combat watch and was scolded by you. At that time, I thought, why is a child so young for such a fierce thing?"

A smile appeared on Yu Yan's face, full of tears, and said, "I was also thinking about which wild girl this is, and I didn't look at what place it is, and I just broke in casually."

No.9 punched him gently and said, "You are the worst. Later, when you went to my house for the first time, my father actually said you were my uncle. I wanted to beat you up." Yu Yan gently stroked her hair and said, "So you just called me No. 1, and refused to call me--"

"Don't say it," the unruly No. 9 hurriedly covered his lips and said, "If it weren't for this broken identity, I wouldn't have been today--" She could never have been able to say it anymore. If it weren't for this uncle and nephew, she would have been much more courageous and would not have been taken advantage of.

"I don't know when I have your shadow in my heart. I think of you when I eat, think of you when I sleep, I know that you like to eat chopped pepper fish-head spicy chicken, and I also know that you have to wear 42 shoes on your shirt." Nine immersed in memories and shot a happy and shy light on her face: "I cooked for the first time and was laughed at by my mother."

Yu Yan suddenly realized, "It turns out that the first time was you. I was wondering why my teacher's craftsmanship has become worse!" "No, no, no," No. 9 raised his fist and hugged into his arms.

No.9 twisted in his arms a few times, sighed softly, "If my mother hadn't forced me to come today, I wouldn't see anything. Then I would still think of you and look forward to you as I used to."
Chapter completed!