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"Have you changed your mind over the years?"

Lin Zhao smiled at him, neither saying yes nor no.

Guan Ge recalled Lin Zhao ten years ago, in his early 16s, just joined the group, and didn’t know anyone well. He stood alone in the center of the crowd, but almost everyone’s eyes would stop for him unconsciously. .

It was still this temple at that time, and it was a festival, and many men, women and children came to kneel on the worship mat to worship the Buddha.

Standing in front of the treasure hall, he raised his eyes to look at the huge golden Buddha statues. He seemed to find it interesting, but his eyes were no different from looking at flowers, plants, birds and animals.

Brother Guan thought he understood what children of this age were thinking. When they overlooked the world, they always felt that everything was light, but their own emotions were the heaviest. Those who pin their hopes on statues.

He asked Lin Zhao: "How old are you this year?"

"16."

"Do you think it's stupid to create a god and Buddha in your heart and stand for it, but instead trap yourself at the feet of the god and Buddha?"

Lin Zhao didn't say whether he was stupid or not, he looked at Brother Guan with clear eyes, not like those frizzy teenagers of his age.

"Is this what faith is? As long as you put enough emotions on me, then I and it—" He turned to point to the largest golden statue on the treasure hall, "It's the same."

The golden Buddha statue looks down at all living beings with a smile, looking down at them.

At that moment, Brother Guan didn't know how to evaluate him, but if he could say such words so frankly, was he sincere or arrogant?

But after a few years, it seemed to him no surprise to hear what the child had become from others.

Lin Zhao didn't say anything, Guan Ge simply asked more clearly: "Your idea of ​​'perfect ending', have you already tried it or have you given up?"

"I don't know how to say it, maybe there are all of them." Lin Zhao said vaguely.

Guan Ge looked at him with a smile, and asked again: "Why did you give up?"

"Because..." Lin Zhao tilted his head and thought for a while, then laughed, "It hurts too much."

He was sitting at the wooden table, with the cleaned noodle bowl in front of him, the moonlight entered the house, and a bit of chill sprinkled his whole body.

He raised his eyes to look over, his eyes were clear and clear, vaguely still the same as before.After all these years, Lin Zhao didn't seem to have changed much except that he had grown up a bit and was already an adult.

Brother Guan could easily recall his youthful appearance through his eyebrows at this time.

One day in the past, after Guan Ge confessed to him that he regretted not being able to adopt him, Lin Zhao thought about it for a while, and suddenly said: "I have actually thought about whether my biological parents are really gone, or just don't recognize them. I."

Guan Ge was surprised: "Why do you think so? There is no pair of parents who will deliberately forget their children."

Lin Zhao raised his eyes and said very calmly: "Don't treat me as anyone's child, but a story. What if my life is just a story of a straight line? I am the protagonist of this story, the theme of the story Called 'rising', I look free, but I'm not...

"Because I'm already on the line, and the audience has already flipped through this position. They just want to see me go up and continue to go up. 'Recognizing my parents' is an irrelevant thing in this story. What can their presence bring to the audience? What can it bring to me?"

"Wait," Guan Ge interrupted him, "Parents' feelings for their children are not calculated in this way. Before you were born, they began to love you, and they are ready to give you enough sense of security to live—"

"Brother Guan," 16-year-old Lin Zhao said to him, "I don't need a sense of security. In my story, love is not rising, but falling."

Brother Guan was silent for a while, and when he knew he couldn't be said, he said, "You have to know that no one can go straight forward, stagnation and regression are normal stages in life."

Lin Zhao said he knew, and then smiled nonchalantly.

Then die before that day, become a monument over the snow mountain, become a shining star.

As far as the book flipper goes, Lin Zhao's story ends perfectly.

Everything was going well at first, but sometimes, the development of things is always beyond his expectations.

The period was forcibly changed into a comma, and a few more strokes were added afterward. The falling curtain quietly opened, and someone put on his mask to perform a bad show.

His perfect story has been tampered with almost unfinished.

When Lin Zhao walked out, he saw Ye Tinghe standing under the ginkgo tree from a distance, with his hands raised high, as if he was hanging something from it.

After he approached, Ye Tinghe had already hung it up. He turned around and saw Lin Zhao. He didn't say anything about the wishing lottery. He just stroked it for the last time, then let go, and smiled and said, "Are you leaving?"

Lin Zhao nodded, and he consciously followed.

No one spoke along the way, and when the mountain wind passed by, one could smell the faint fragrance of peaches in the air.

Until both of them got into the car, Lin Zhao asked him, "If Ji Xu hadn't looked for you that summer, what would you have done? What kind of person would you have become?"

Ye Tinghe didn't remind him that he had asked this question once before, but thought about it for a while, shook his head and said, "It's been too long, I don't remember."

"Is it the truth?" Lin Zhao asked.

Ye Tinghe turned his head to look at the deep black outside the car window, and replied, "Who knows."

That's what "is not" means.

Since he didn't want to talk, Lin Zhao stopped asking, started the car and went back.

Ye Tinghe turned his head to look at Lin Zhao, and suddenly realized that Lin Zhao seemed to be the only one who didn't ask him "what's his plan for the future", even though they had been facing each other day and night for so long.

The moment the car started to drive away, he reconsidered the question - what would I have done if Ji Xu hadn't come that summer?

It's not hard to think about it, because he never really forgot.

After thinking about it seriously, he let it go easily.

The street lights on both sides passed Ye Tinghe's indifferent face, and he found that it became easier and easier for him to conceal his true emotions, even in front of Lin Zhao.

There is nothing wrong with this, he is very clear that there is no need to be honest with others about the seeds of cruelty planted in his heart.

At 02:30 in the morning, they finally arrived at the residence, and the two entered the house together.

Ye Tinghe went straight in to drink water, Lin Zhao put down the key, looked at his back and thought for a moment: "Did you ask me to help you?"

"Huh?" Ye Tinghe put down the water glass against his lips, and asked him ignorantly, "What do you mean?"

Lin Zhao said, "You know."

"Send a group photo to tell your fans that our relationship is actually okay, stop scolding?" Ye Tinghe smiled and joked, "Or should we disclose our relationship and tell them that the scolding is right, I really lied to them 'Real sister-in-law'?"

"Is that all you think about now?" Lin Zhao was a little puzzled, "Why do you always have to think about what other people are thinking? Your life doesn't revolve around them, nor around me."

Ye Tinghe said: "But I like you."

Lin Zhao approached suddenly and pulled his wrist against the glass door. Ye Tinghe was startled by him, and when he stepped back hastily, the cup fell out of his hand and shattered into a puddle of water.

"You—" Ye Tinghe's gaze shifted from the glass shards to Lin Zhao's face, he was stunned, and swallowed back what he was going to say, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Lin Zhao didn't reply, and his cold eyes fell on his pupils that hadn't completely put away the panic: "I'll ask again, Ye Tinghe, do you really like me, or are you reluctant to part with everything Xiao Linzhao brought to you? together with me."