General is a Villain

It snowed in the evening.

The snow in the border town always comes without warning. Just now it was still clear, and then there was snow.

At first, it was snow, then it became snow, and then it was snow.

Yi Zhen walked among the snowflakes and looked at the hurried pedestrians in the street. There were bursts of bitterness in her heart. It was clear that there were people everywhere, but she found that she was like a lone walker. No one could understand her mood at this time, and no one could understand her pain.

She is like an unconscious wandering soul, wandering everywhere, but she can't find her own goal.

She was so unbearable in Yi Lan's heart that she could let Yi Lan say something like that. She said something Mu Yi'an didn't like her at all. She couldn't even compare with Yi Xiaoqiao. Even he slapped her in the face for Yi Xiaoqiao.

The face hurts, but the heart hurts more. Is this still the father who once loved her and spoiled her?

After wandering half the city, her stomach was empty and her legs were heavy. She sat down in the corner and flashed a self mockery on her lips. At this moment, she deeply realized what powerlessness is.

Creak creak——

There was the sound of falling snow being crushed, and the snowflakes on top of my head stopped falling.

Yi Zhen raised her head, and a little joy flashed in her eyes. She stood up, opened her mouth, and remembered that her face was still hurt and clear five fingerprints. She turned around and covered her face: "you... How could you be here?"

"I came with you."

Yi Zhen was delighted. It seemed that she had found all her courage and self-confidence in an instant. She glanced at him quietly: "what are you doing with me? I... I'm just walking around."

"Yi Youxiang was injured last time, but the old injury hasn't healed. He will be worried if you run around like this." Mu Yian looked up and glanced at the wall not far away. Two figures flashed away. He took back his eyes: "go back..."

"Muyian." Yi Zhen jumped into his arms: "I know you care about me, otherwise you won't follow me all the time. Mu Yi'an, I like you. I want to be with you. Will you marry me? I don't want to marry others."

Mu Yi'an was as loose as a pine, stood straight, grabbed her clothes with one hand and pulled her off himself: "you misunderstood."

"Muyian?" Yi really looked at him puzzled: "you like me, don't you? Otherwise, why do you follow me and protect me?"

"I followed you because someone else followed you."

"Others?" Yi Zhen looked around: "who?"

"It should be from northern Xinjiang." Mu Yi'an made a gesture of invitation: "Miss Yi, please go back to the house. It's very dangerous outside."

Those people said they were messengers of peace, but no one could tell what their thoughts were.

Youdao is not our race, and its heart must be different. In this sensitive time, it's best to be careful.

"You're still worried about me, aren't you?"

"Miss Yi Zhen."

Yi really looked at him puzzled: "how?"

"You really like being amorous." Mu Yi'an smiled and turned away.

Yi Zhen was stunned: "Mu Yi'an, what do you mean by this? How can I be amorous? If you really don't care about me, why do you follow me? Protect me!"

"What I protect is not you, but the dry country." Mu Yi'an straightened up: "do you know who you are, and do you know if you are caught, what will happen?"

What identity? It's funny to think of Yi Lan's daughter. She has been trying hard to meet Yi Lan's requirements over the years. She studies painting, four books and five classics. She learns everything and knows everything. Finally, she has become a famous talented woman in Kyoto. Those who came to propose marriage broke the threshold, but she doesn't like it. She just said no, Dad said she was not as good as Yi Xiaoqiao.

She is not as good as Yi Xiaoqiao. She is more educated and reasonable than Yi Xiaoqiao. She is higher than her identity and looks better than her. Where is she not good enough? Why are these people facing Yi Xiaoqiao!

Yi Zhen clenched his fist and finally slowly raised his head: "I know."

"I'm Yi Lan's daughter. I'm Youxiang's daughter. Everyone says this identity is high, but here it's a burden." Tears rolled down: "Mu Yi'an, I understand what you mean. I shouldn't be capricious. I should protect myself, otherwise it will bring you trouble..."

"Just understand." Mu Yi'an nodded slowly: "go home."

Yi Zhen hung her head and followed him back. The snowflakes fell in succession. She stepped on the creaking snowfall, but felt all quiet. Her heart was empty and could not be filled. She looked up at Mu Yi'an in front of her.

His tall and majestic life is like a towering mountain peak. It emits a gentle light in the snow. It is a shining candle that attracts her moth.

She was unwilling and didn't believe what Yi Lan said.

"Muyian." Yi Zhen wiped her tears and caught up: "you walk so fast, I won't be able to keep up with you."

Mu Yi'an walked slowly and handed over his umbrella.

Yi Zhen took it, stretched his arm, covered the two people with an umbrella, and leaned over intentionally or unintentionally: "thank you."

Mu Yi'an's footsteps suddenly stopped and moved away from her.

Yi Zhen instantly understood his intention. He was unwilling to share an umbrella with himself: "Mu Yi'an..."

"I'll follow you back to the house."

Yi Zhen's small heart suddenly fell down, like falling into the deep sea, cold and helpless.

When the wind blew, countless snowflakes fluttered and patted on her face. It turned out that when he was there, it was warm without an umbrella. When he was not there, it was cold with an umbrella.

"Mu Yian, have you really never liked me?" Yi Zhen is unwilling to ask. He always feels that he can't make himself willing without asking clearly.

"No." Mu Yian's decisive answer.

Yi Zhen bit his lips hard, biting blood out of his lips. Then he showed an ugly smile: "you are so cruel. Is your heart made of iron stone? It's so cold and hard?"

"Yi Zhen, I can really say some ambiguous words to perfunctory you, and I can also answer you with some euphemistic words to make you feel more comfortable, but I know that if I say that, you will only be unable to recognize the reality and you will be more painful."

Yi Zhen flattened his mouth, cried and laughed: "you really think of me."

"I have people I like." Mu Yian's answer was not what he asked.

"It's Yi Xiaoqiao."

"Of course it should be my wife." Muyian's natural answer.

"What if you don't marry Yi Xiaoqiao?" Yi asked reluctantly.

"There is no such if." Mu Yi'an looked up at the gray sky: "the person I married must be her."

"What if, if, if you had married me, would you love me now?"

"It's the same dish on the table. I like radishes rather than cabbage."