too affectionate

Chapter 321
I didn't know how long I was stunned like this, maybe my legs were numb, maybe my soul was gone, Xuan Yi fell on the stool with a "boom" as if he had lost weight.

Without the guidance of his eyes, Xuan Yi's trembling hands groped around among the messy cups and plates, grabbed the jug and filled his own wine cup indiscriminately, but more wine was poured on the table than in the cup.

After pouring it, Xuan Yi raised his glass and drank it down, only to feel that the wine that had burnt his throat just now was so tasteless, just like clear water, it didn't relieve the melancholy in his heart at all.

"Hahahaha, my life, it is really difficult for me from the beginning to the end, hahahahaha!"

Facing the open door, Xuan Yi laughed dryly a few times, his voice dry without any thickness.

However, before the laughter was swallowed up by the silence, a tear fell down Xuan Yi's side face without warning.

In Xuan Yi's eyes, a relieved and mocking smile flashed across, bitterer than those tears.

"Is it right..." Xuan Yi raised his head and sighed with a smile, the wine glass was still held between his fingers, his trembling voice shook off all the smiles.

"As long as it is what I want to do, what I want, what I want to cherish, and what I want to grasp, if I can't do it or get it, my heart will break."

But fate has worn away all my ambitions, all my dreams, and turned me into a complete waste. Why is it so cruel that even the last bit of expectation, the last bit of expectation, will not be left to me?

I no longer have the qualifications to realize my ambitions, and I admit it, no matter how difficult it is, I also admit it!
But now, even the sincerity that I have finally mustered up the courage to hold out, will be shattered like this.

Could it be that I am doomed to miss out on grand plans in this life, but I can't even live a stable life with my heart's desire?

Fate, God, what do you want me to do to be satisfied.

"Clap."

Xuan Yi loosened his fingers, and the wine cup between his fingers fell on the table, with a small gap on the edge.

It seemed that the wine cup was just broken with a gap.But in fact, a crack running through the entire cup has quietly appeared.

Although the crack is not visible for a while, but one day, when the water inside is filled enough, it will fester all over the ground, and it will never recover.

God really don't give face.

Xuan Yi stuck his eyes out of the door, thinking to himself, the traces of tears on his face were painfully blown by the cold wind.

With a somewhat drunk body, he tremblingly stood up from the stool, walked straight to the door, and picked up the big cloak that Yan Han took off for him from the chair by the door, but didn't wear it. Only hugged in his arms, the whole person leaned against the door frame, quietly looking out of the door in the haze of his exhaled breath.

This kind of seven years of waking up from a dream and a lifetime of heartbreak, isn't it worthy of the first snow?

The night is still a little bit deeper, outside the door is the bleak deep winter, inside the door is drunk sobriety.

Inside and outside the door, there is a school of snow and wind, and it is cold at the end of the year.

At the same time, in an inconspicuous corner of Xuan Mansion, beside a huge viewing stone, a slender figure was sitting on the stone. The moonlight pulled out a thinner shadow than the dead bamboo beside it. The shadow is still thin.

The shadow was trembling and trembling, shaking off the last bit of warmth in the already bleak shadow.

It's Yanhan.

She curled up on the stone, buried her face in her legs, and wrapped her hands tightly around her knees.

In the winter night, the stone with the cold dew was as cold as ice, and it was so cold to the bone after sitting for a while, but Yanhan didn't feel it at all, her heart was much colder than the stone.

When Xuan Yi hadn't explained everything before, Yan Han still had many, many reasons to deceive herself. She told herself that it was absolutely impossible for a young master like Xuan Yi to like herself, and she told herself all the tenderness she felt , It's just an illusion of her own affection, telling herself that her feelings for Xuan Yi are nothing but gratitude, and she has no other inappropriate thoughts.

But on this night, the night when she realized all her dreams was also the night when her dreams were shattered, shattered by her own hands.

Not only did she know Xuan Yi's heart, but she also knew her own heart.

She loves Xuan Yi, loves him very much, loves him as much as he did back then, loves him as a god.

Although even Yanhan herself didn't know how her heart for Xuan Yi went from gratitude to gratitude, to dependence, to concern, to admiration, and finally to a love beyond redemption step by step in these seven or eight years.

Yan Han didn't know, but even if she knew, she couldn't do anything. This result has been set and no one can change it.

That's the young master...my little young master...the best young master in the whole world...

Yan Han muttered to himself over and over again in her heart, every time she called him, her heart twitched.

Xuan Yi is not a perfect boy, this is an evaluation recognized by close relatives like Xuan Ying and Wan Yan.

Xuan Yi's talent is extremely poor, and he has not achieved anything until now; Xuan Yi has many petty tempers, and likes to make petty tempers. What, never mind the consequences...

If you count Xuan Yi's faults in detail, you can really talk about it for three days and three nights.

But in Yan Han's heart, Xuan Yi is a completely perfect young man, and he can't fault him at all.

He is indeed talented, but he works very hard, very, very hard, hard work makes people feel distressed.

When he danced the sword, his limbs were indeed not very coordinated. He was not as heroic and crisp as the second lady, but he was so focused on his strokes, his brows were frowning as if he was working harder than his hands, and he was also very cute. ah.

He sat at the table and recited the book seriously, reading it over and over again, even Yan Han could recite it, he still said the previous sentence and the next sentence, but his appearance of not giving up until he reached his goal was really impressive. Peace of mind, the kind of peace of mind that dares to entrust a lifetime.

Although in the end Xuan Yi could not withstand the teasing of fate and embarked on the road of a dandy, but Yan Han knew very well that Xuan Yi never wanted to be a dandy, even if he was a dandy now, he felt very painful in his heart, and he still wanted to be a dandy. I didn't give up my ambition to make progress.

And Xuan Yi does have some petty tempers, but these petty tempers will not only not annoy Yan Han, but make Yan Han feel that Xuan Yi is cuter and much more real, compared to those Mr. Heng and Mr. Ren whom everyone praises. , more realistic and vivid.

It is precisely because of this that if Xuan Yi is picky, Yan Han will pick for him; if Xuan Yi makes trouble unreasonably, Yan Han will follow Mao to comfort him.

Most importantly, Xuan Yi is really kind and pure, just like a clear spring.

(End of this chapter)