Siheyuan: Crossing the two worlds, if you don't obey, you will be a beast

Han Chunming stood there silently for a while, and finally turned around slowly. His slightly thin figure looked a little lonely and desolate under the moonlight. The moonlight fell gently like a veil, gently caressing his body, and also reflecting the faint loneliness on his body.

Although his back looked a little frail, his straight spine was as hard as steel, as if he could still stand firm despite the endless weight. And every step he took was extremely firm and powerful, as if he was not stepping on ordinary land, but on the road to success and victory.

Just now, when Han Chunming resolutely said those words, he deliberately raised his voice a little. Behind this seemingly unintentional action, he actually hid a calculation deep in his heart. Because he knew very well that Su Meng, who was in the inner room at the moment, must be able to clearly hear every word and sentence he said.

As expected, Su Meng, who was in the house at the moment, had already held her breath, not daring to make the slightest sound. Her beautiful eyes did not blink, and she listened attentively to every subtle sound coming from outside the house. The sound seemed like a mysterious spell, which attracted her whole body.

Han Chunming's words were like a gentle spring breeze, slowly blowing into Su Meng's ears. However, such seemingly gentle words were like an invisible big hand, tightly grasping Su Meng's heartstrings. Her heart kept beating up and down with the ups and downs of Han Chunming's tone, sometimes hanging high in the air, and sometimes falling heavily.

Finally, when Han Chunming finished speaking, Su Meng felt as if her heart was instantly torn apart by a powerful force. That force was like a surging wave, hitting her fragile mental defenses wave after wave. For a moment, her mind was in a mess, with all kinds of thoughts coming one after another, making her overwhelmed.

On the one hand, the pressure from her family was like a huge rock as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on her heart and making it almost impossible for her to breathe. The expectations of her family, the constraints of tradition, and the so-called concept of being well-matched were like extremely strong chains that bound her tightly and made her unable to move.

On the other hand, her deep attachment to Han Chunming and her inseparable feelings for him were like a burning flame, burning more and more fiercely in her heart. This feeling was so passionate and sincere that she could not ignore its existence at all. Whenever she thought of the moments she had spent with Han Chunming, those sweet and warm memories would flood into her heart like a tide, making her intoxicated and unable to extricate herself.

These two completely different but equally powerful forces started a thrilling tug-of-war in Su Meng's heart. They tore at each other and competed with each other, and neither of them was willing to give in easily. Su Meng felt like a person standing on the edge of a cliff. If she was not careful, she would fall into the abyss and be shattered to pieces. Faced with such a difficult choice, she was in great pain, her brows were furrowed, her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, and her heart was full of confusion and helplessness. Where should she go? She really didn't know...

The night was like a huge piece of black silk, silently covering the earth, wrapping the whole world in its endless darkness. There was silence all around, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath, fearing that it would break this strange tranquility.

At this moment of silence, the tightly closed door of the Su family slowly opened a crack. With the weak moonlight, a petite and flexible figure could be seen carefully squeezing out from the crack of the door. Yes, this sneaky person was Su Meng! She walked lightly, as if she was stepping on thin ice instead of the ground, and any carelessness would make a sound and cause unnecessary trouble.

At this moment, Su Meng was like an agile little deer, running lightly and quickly across the courtyard and toward the door. Her heart was beating violently, as if a small drum was constantly beating in her chest, and each beat was accompanied by tension and anticipation. With an uneasy heart, Su Meng's mind kept surfacing various possible situations, but no matter what, she was determined to run towards the "old place" deep in her memory.

At the same time, in that private place known only to Su Meng and Han Chunming, Han Chunming stood quietly like a sculpture. The cold wind at night blew mercilessly on his thin body, making him look even more lonely and desolate. However, Han Chunming did not waver in his determination to wait. He knew that Su Meng would definitely come, even if he had to wait here all night.

As time went by, the cold gradually eroded Han Chunming's body. But he still stood there motionless, his eyes always fixed on the direction where Su Meng might appear. His heart was full of expectation and longing, and these emotions turned into a powerful force to support him against the invasion of the severe cold. Perhaps for others, such a long and arduous wait was simply a torture, but for Han Chunming who loved Su Meng deeply, everything was worth it as long as he could see her.

However, just when Su Meng made up her mind to take action, she looked up and found that her grandmother, parents, uncle and other relatives were staring at her with burning eyes. Those eyes were like real things, projecting directly at her, making Su Meng feel like a thorn in her back, and she became extremely uncomfortable all over. Her heart, which was originally restless because of the desire to find Han Chunming, was like a basin of cold water poured over her head, and it quickly cooled down. The idea that was so firm just now had to be dispelled helplessly at this moment.

Finally, Su Meng, unwilling to give up, could only turn around fiercely and walked towards the house with heavy steps. Her heart was full of resentment and helplessness, as if there was a burning fire, but she could not find an outlet to vent. As soon as she entered the room, Su Meng fell heavily on the bed like a deflated ball, and then covered herself tightly from head to toe with a quilt, trying to isolate herself from the outside world.

At this moment, Han Chunming, who was far away in the secret place known only to the two of them, was in a much more miserable situation than Su Meng! He was huddled alone in the cold wind, his body trembling involuntarily, and his originally straight spine was now bent like a bow. His nose kept sniffing, as if he couldn't control it, and snot flowed out of his nasal cavity one after another. If he hadn't raised his hand from time to time and wiped it with his sleeve, I'm afraid that his face would have become a real "painted face" long ago.