The wind lives in this life policy

This sudden discovery disrupted all of Lu Chi'an's plans.

He realized that he could no longer use Fang Yanran to test Ye Xiaofeng. Although he didn't know what happened between the two of them, just by Ye Xiaofeng's reaction, an idiot would know what to do.

This person is soft but not tough, and from a certain point of view, temptation is also one of the tough methods.

"sorry."

When it's time to apologize, you must apologize sincerely, and Lu Chi'an knows how to do it well.

So the emotions that had broken free from the shackles of reason in the last moment returned to control in this sincere apology.

Ye Xiaofeng recovered and realized what he had just vented.

He was a little embarrassed and a little annoyed for a moment.

It was the first time in 800 years that I lost control, and I never imagined that it was in front of this person.

"Forget it." Ye Xiaofeng waved his hand wearily, "I'm going back to my room first, and you will let me know about the arrangements later." He didn't know what else to say, so he might as well pass Lu Chi'an and walk out the door without saying anything.

Lu Chi'an just nodded, said "Okay", and silently watched the people leave until he was the only one left in the lounge, then Lu Chi'an sat back in his seat.

He looked at the empty water glass, recalled the series of accusations made by the man just now, and then thought of Fang Yanran and Li Tiancheng... Something flashed through his mind very quickly.

Lu Chi'an calmly thought for a moment, and finally, raised his eyebrows slightly.

If Song Lin was here, he must know what Lu Chian's expression meant, but it's a pity he wasn't here.

The weather at the beginning of July was scorching hot, and the scorching heat was unstoppable. Ye Xiaofeng left the lounge and turned all the way out of the backcourt, gusts of hot wind blew over.

But Ye Xiaofeng didn't feel the heat.

Sometimes extreme heat can also produce extreme cold at certain moments, he just needs these heats to cover his body temperature after being cold.

Summer nights always come very late, and the sky can barely see some dark blue until after seven o'clock.Ye Xiaofeng walked several streets aimlessly by himself, and stopped when he saw a bright moon rising in the sky and slowly dragging a long shadow on the ground.

But when he looked at the surrounding streets, he showed a trace of bewilderment.

Those flashing rainbow lights brought up noisy smoke and dust, which filled his eyes, like longings that had nowhere to go.

He didn't know where he was going.

He has been in this city for a long time, and has lived in this city since the beginning of his life when he was alone.

The star is very busy, flying around like a superman in the sky, he is naturally not immune as an assistant, but this city still has an indescribable meaning to him.

Long ago, his life was cut in two.

The reality is unbearable, the future is hopeless, and the most memorable half of life has been submerged in memory with the departure of a name. Those gentle years full of laughter are sealed behind him, and finally go with the past.

But only here.

Only this strange yet familiar city is the starting point of the other half of his life.

This starting point is very bitter.

Even more bitter than that breakpoint that splits in two.

But you have to be relentless.

Suddenly hearing a very soft flute sound coming with the wind, Ye Xiaofeng was slightly startled, he looked around quickly, but only saw pedestrians passing by in a hurry.

The sound of the flute gradually approached. Ye Xiaofeng listened attentively and found that the sound of the flute seemed to be coming from above. He raised his head involuntarily, but saw nothing.

At first, the sound of the flute was just a few times, scattered and out of tune, but after a few times, the out of tune timbres slowly gathered together and condensed into a tune that Ye Xiaofeng is most familiar with.

The light melody floated under the night sky in an instant, causing many passers-by to stop, looking everywhere for where the sound of the flute came from.

Because this song is not only familiar to Ye Xiaofeng, but also to many people.

"Is this blue and white porcelain?"

"Yes, yes, it's blue and white porcelain. I used to like this song very much!"

"I didn't expect blue and white porcelain to sound so good when played on a flute..."

"I don't know who played it, but at this level, I'm sure the professional ones won't run away..."

……

……

Feng Ce...

Is it Feng Ce?

Ye Xiaofeng's breathing became short of breath, and he was about to make a call while holding the phone, but no one answered.

what happened……

Ye Xiaofeng wasn't sure if Feng Ce was still meditating in the hotel so he didn't answer the phone, but the sound of the flute gave him a strong intuition.

Intuition told him that the person playing the flute was Feng Ce.

There is no reason.

No reason is needed either.

The sound of the flute began to fade away, Ye Xiaofeng took a deep breath, closed his eyes and began to carefully follow the direction of the sound.

He has learned musical instruments with Gu Yan since he was a child, and he has an extremely keen sense of sound. In addition, he has been training with the crew for many years, so he has a strong sense of direction. After getting familiar with it, he opened his eyes and confirmed that the sound was coming from above. here.

But there are no residential areas around.

where are you?

Ye Xiaofeng felt a little anxious, this feeling of being completely out of control and out of control was very bad.

Rather, the feeling of not being able to grasp Feng Ce is very bad.

The tune had already played halfway through, but before the person showed up, Ye Xiaofeng suddenly had an idea and started to run.

He runs very fast.

The wind blew past his ears rapidly in bursts, leaving behind a constant whistling sound. The sound was not heavy, but it beat his heart like a drum inexplicably.

Then, as expected, the sound of the flute followed closely behind him.

Under the gradually darkening night, on the side of the neon-flashing street, many pedestrians coming and going couldn't help but look at a figure rushing from a distance.The figure is tall and thin, young and flying, when the taillight that swept away shone on the hazy face, the facial features clearly flashed across at that moment, inadvertently sinking into the bottom of my heart.

Ye Xiaofeng moved forward all the way, with no direction or purpose, and the sound of the flute followed all the way, as if he was holding on longer than anyone else. As long as Ye Xiaofeng didn't stop, the blue and white porcelain would not stop either.

So over and over again, without end.

Until he could no longer run, and the breath in his chest could no longer be held, Ye Xiaofeng exhausted all his strength, had to slow down, walked a dozen steps, and finally supported the railing on the street, panting heavily.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the ground, leaving circles of mottled marks.

Ye Xiaofeng couldn't hold it for a while, so he simply dragged forward a few steps, turned into the garden in the middle of the street, and found a bench to sit down.

Then the whole person sank, raised his head and leaned back, silently looking at the sky, without making a sound for a long time.

Only the chirping of cicadas and the rustling of leaves as the wind passed by left, Ye Xiaofeng listened quietly, a relieved smile rose from the corner of his mouth, but at the same time, tears burst out.

A wave of pain came pouring in, and it was unbearable for a short moment. Ye Xiaofeng suddenly bent down, covered his face with his hands, and let the hot tears wet his palms.

He didn't understand why he wanted to cry when he wanted to laugh.