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Chapter 407 Future Future You Are Already By My Side
Sublimated to the point where no one just casts a look, and someone who cares will intentionally join branches and kill it until death.

Yan Han stared at Xuan Yi's eyes and lost his focus, his mind was obsessed, and his mind was wandering wildly, until Xuan Yi's hand that was holding Yan Han's wrist unconsciously let go, and slid down gently until it reached the Yan Han's hand, and then stretched five fingers into Yan Han's fingers, clasping Yan Han's hand tightly.

"Stop thinking about it, let's go home."

Xuan Yi smiled brightly, leaned forward suddenly, and lightly tapped Yan Han's nose, pampering like a father to his beloved little daughter.

After finishing speaking, before Yan Han came back to her senses, Xuan Yi held her hand and led her away.

Yan Han completely lost her soul, her whole body was like a piece of wood, moving forward stiffly, her eyes were stuck on Xuan Yi's body.

In Yan Han's ear, there is Xuan Yi's crisp laughter.

Xuan Yi took Yan Han and walked like this, until he reached the lights of thousands of houses and the beginning of the lights, from a few people to a bustling crowd.

At this moment, Yan Han just wants to go to the place where the world is old, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and he can only enjoy this moment without worrying about the storm in the future.

Until a moment, Xuan Yi's voice interrupted Yan Han's fugue.

"Boss, here is a purple rice cake."

Yan Han came back to her senses and saw herself and Xuan Yi standing next to a small cart selling glutinous rice cakes, Xuan Yi was already holding a piece of purple rice cake that was still steaming, and stretched it to her mouth through the wrapping paper , while the other hand is still holding himself.

"After waiting for so long, you must be hungry, hurry up and try!"

Xuan Yi said briskly, his eyes full of expectant smiles.

As soon as Yan Han heard this voice, she became obsessed and subconsciously took a bite.

Very soft, very fragrant, very sweet, sweet to the heart.

Yan Han pursed her lips, letting the fragrant and soft purple rice melt in her mouth, and the sweetness instantly invaded her lips and tongue.

The corner of Yan Han's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help praising: "This is really delicious."

"It must be delicious. How can my young master's taste be worse?" Xuan Yi smiled brightly, stuffed the whole glutinous rice cake into Yan Han's hands, rubbed Yan Han's head with his free hand, and turned around In the past, Yan Han heard Xuan Yi whisper.

"I knew you'd like it the first time I ate it."

Yan Han lowered her head and ate the glutinous rice cake without speaking, but her face turned red to the bottom.

I like it very much.

Sunset, glutinous rice cakes and people.

Kyoto at dusk is always warmer than Kyoto at any time. The whole city is shrouded in gentle and ambiguous warm light. Even though the temperature is not as satisfactory, it clearly makes the atmosphere extra gentle.

Especially when that light fell on a boy and a girl who were holding hands, it was extraordinarily gentle.

When the young man held the girl's hand, he put away all his arrogance and playfulness, put away all his foolishness and indifference.

The young man holds this hand solemnly, as if that hand is the responsibility he has to fulfill in this life.

And the girl who was being led seemed to be eating the glutinous rice cake seriously with her head down, but she was actually sipping the glutinous rice cake grain by grain, and smiled to the bottom of her heart with a small mouthful of cherries hidden behind the paper bag.

When the sweetness reaches the bottom of my heart, everything is relieved.

Even though everything in the future is still unknown, the most important thing is never the eternally unknown future, but the hand you are holding at this moment, under the setting sun.

The Imperial City, a side hall of the Golden Luan Hall.

The emperor in a golden casual robe was sitting on the couch, holding a teacup and sipping carefully one sip, all his eyes fell on the teacup, as if what he saw and thought in his heart was all about the cup of incense held in his hand. Tea is average.

And next to the emperor, there was a round stool, on which sat an old man who was already aged, but his noble aura was only slightly inferior to that of the emperor.

The old man was sitting next to the emperor at this time, with his back slightly bowed, his chin closed, his eyes hanging down not far from his toes, he was holding the teacup in both hands, but he didn't take a sip, his whole body was calmly Talking about respect, he completely changed the posture of holding his head high when he was here in the past.

(End of this chapter)