The wind lives in this life policy

Why worry?

Only revenge.

Ye Xiaofeng raised his head in disbelief, staring at the man's back.

Feng Ce didn't realize it, the four words blurted out were as simple and natural to him as eating and drinking.

"Feng Ce..."

Feng Ce carefully looked at the four words written in his pen, and said slowly, "You don't have to find this embarrassing, love and hatred are all human, it's nothing..."

Ye Xiaofeng gripped the bed sheet tightly and did not speak.

"Lou Wanfeng has never said anything serious in his life, only this sentence, I am very pleased." It seemed that he could see the distant past through the handwriting, someone's voice was bleak, and he traveled between the past and the present invisibly.

"How to relieve worries, how to relieve worries?" Feng Ce raised his head and sighed softly, "In a person's life, there are always some things that must be done and have to be done."

"It's necessary because it's hard to control."

"But I have to, but it's because..." Feng Ce smiled slightly here, "Because I clearly understand that if I don't do it, my life will be difficult."

If you do some things, there may be many endings of one kind or another, but if you don't do some things, you will only toss and turn all your life, and you will not move forward.

In other words, for the sake of peace of mind, you can not be afraid of any rumors.

Ye Xiaofeng grabbed the bed sheets into several folds, held his breath and listened to Feng Ce's words. It wasn't until long after Feng Ce finished speaking that Ye Xiaofeng suddenly found life from that breath and escaped from the world.

The name of the world is hatred, and only the two words of revenge can lay a fulcrum.

And the only fulcrum that supported him to continue to live was revealed in Feng Ce's few words.

"I'm sorry, I..." Ye Xiaofeng covered his face with one hand, "I was too naive." He pointed to the words he said to Feng Ce in the Forbidden City.

Feng Ce changed a piece of rice paper, picked up his pen and continued, "Don't blame yourself too much, you just haven't experienced it before."

If you haven't experienced it, you will naturally be afraid, terrified, and feel helpless at the moment of strong hatred.In fact, he remembered what Ye Xiaofeng said that day.Different people have different experiences and will inevitably make different choices. Feng Ce is very happy that this kind and kind person can face it calmly, even though it is difficult.

"I hate it so much, I hate it so much that I want to kill Feng Ce," Ye Xiaofeng said in one breath, "I hate so much that I want to kill him."

Feng Ce let out a "huh" and encouraged him to continue talking.

"I must avenge him. If I don't take revenge, I won't be able to live well in this life, no, no..." Ye Xiaofeng suddenly thumped the bed hard, "I can't live well now."

Feng Ce nodded in agreement, "Maybe he said: 'How about repaying grievances with virtue?' Zi said: 'How can I repay virtue?'"

Ye Xiaofeng murmured, "How to repay virtue...how to repay virtue?"

Feng Ce replied, "Naturally, repay grievances with straightness, and repay virtue with kindness." He wrote very quickly and neatly, as if he had already described the character and scenery several times in his heart, and now he picked up the pen, and it was naturally within reach.

"Feng Ce, do you think... I'm selfish?"

Ye Xiaofeng now feels that he is probably the most selfish person in the world. While talking about benevolence and morality, his heart is so dirty that he wants to kill people to vent his anger. What qualifications do he have to talk about whether murderers break the law and what happened to them? All eyes are on avenging Gu Yan, what kind of human relationship, what morality, go to hell with him.

"Selfish?" Feng Ce seemed to have heard something funny, but he shook his head with a smile and sighed, "Who is not selfish, Ye Xiaofeng, you are human, so you are selfish..."

Ye Xiaofeng pursed her lips and looked at him.

After sketching a few more strokes, Feng Ce picked up the rice paper and was about to take a closer look, but found that there was no sound behind him, so he turned around and asked in doubt, "What's wrong?"

"Did I..." Ye Xiaofeng turned his eyes away, a little afraid to look at this person, his brows were tangled, "...disappointed you?"

Hearing this, Feng Ce just smiled, pressed the roll of paper in his hand, got up and walked away, disturbing Ye Xiaofeng's heart, and said in a low voice, "Actually, no matter what you do, you won't disappoint me, you don't have to worry so much. "

Ye Xiaofeng looked at him emotionally for a moment, then suddenly got up and hugged him tightly, and buried him next to his ear, with an extremely hoarse voice, "Feng Ce, accompany me to a place."

Gu Yan was buried in Lake View Cemetery in City C after his death.

Ye Xiaofeng drove across two provinces early the next morning, and drove for a full four hours to arrive at this place where he would come alone every year.

It's just that this time is different, there is one more person beside him.

The two were silent all the way, Feng Ce walked behind him silently, walked through the shade, crossed the water bridge, walked around the mountain road and walked slowly to the top of the mountain.

"Actually, those cemeteries on the ground are the most expensive..." Ye Xiaofeng turned around halfway up the mountain, and pointed towards the most prosperous place on the ground, "Tomb-sweeping is also more convenient, and most people find it troublesome to climb the mountain."

Feng Ce looked down following his pointing, but said after a while, "It's good to climb high and look far."

"Actually, I didn't think about it that much. I just wanted him to be in a higher place and see farther... But Gu Yan's parents disagree, because of this..." Ye Xiaofeng seemed to have thought of something, and forced a smile, " forget it. I'm done here."

Feng Ce didn't ask what happened in the end, and didn't ask why Gu Yan's purpose was still buried on the high ground even though Gu Yan's parents disagreed. He knew that it must be an extremely unbearable past.

The long wind blows, and the sunset is about to set in the west. The warm summer wind blows through the corners of the two clothes, and there is a pleasant caressing sound coming out of it, like weeping and sighing, mixed with the continuous sound of leaves, as if someone Whispering, whispering in my ears.

The entire cemetery was unbelievably quiet, maybe it was because it was too late or the season was too hot, it was so lonely as if there were only the two of them left in the world.

A piece of stone tablet was forgotten behind him as he walked forward. Ye Xiaofeng seemed to have carved that place firmly into the depths of his heart. He didn't even need to confirm, but he found exactly the one he wanted among the countless stone tablets. .

The very simple stone tablet does not seem to be in line with this person's brilliant achievements and reputation, but what is in front of him is indeed that amazingly talented person who once made waves in the entertainment industry.

Gu Yan.

Feng Ce raised his eyes and saw that this square inch of land was lying quietly under his feet, as if he was saying something silently, but it was hard to say.

There is no way to describe what kind of feeling this man brings to him. For the first time in his life, Feng Ce felt an unspeakable trouble with a stranger.

He should be envious or jealous, pity and sympathy, pity and lamentable, even pitiful... But there is nothing, no negative emotions exist.

The tombstone is very clean, except for Gu Yan's name, date of birth, and year of death, there are only a few lines of small words:

One night I burned all my memories, and since then my dreams have been transparent;

One morning I threw away all yesterday, and my steps are light from now on.

Ye Xiaofeng said softly, "This is a poem written by Tagore. He said that if one day he dies, he wants me to remember to leave this line on his epitaph."

Sorry, I have been working overtime for the past two weeks, and I come home late every day, so that I can have an early vacation before the 20th.