Siheyuan: Starting with level 8 benchwork skills

What is his freedom really about?"

At the same time, no one knows Murong Feng's whereabouts. Only the secret hidden deep in the jungle seems to convey a certain meaning to everyone - the true destiny has not yet unveiled its veil.

When he realized that Yilin might wake up, he hurriedly put on his mask, sat up quickly from the bed, and turned his back to her. When her confused eyes gradually became clear, he gently explained: "You are in a dream, please don't be angry. A special doctor will take care of you later."

Irene was confused and tried to recall the content of her dream. As her consciousness gradually returned, a hazy but familiar face floated in the depths of her mind: "Do I know you?"

The man did not take off his facial disguise, but whispered: "My personality is very informal, but in this situation, it may not be appropriate to talk about it in detail." There was a hint of worry in his words.

Irene continued, "Then how should I understand the name you call yourself? Is there anything I need to remember, or any warnings I need to pay attention to?"

After a long silence, the man shook his head gently: "I am only here for a purpose at this moment. Please don't worry too much about my past."

However, she still insisted on asking: "Then why do you know something about me? Since you don't want to mention your true identity, why is that? Isn't our meeting completely accidental?" There was curiosity and some unfulfilled love in her eyes.

Facing Irene's curiosity and exploration, the man slowly retreated and comforted her in a gentle tone: "There are some things that you don't have to force yourself to know. Please rest assured of the care and companionship here and now, and everything in the future will come naturally."

After his words, she seemed to hear the wind from afar, blowing gently with a warm and tipsy feeling. Although she still couldn't capture the truth of all the information, the trust between them quietly grew.

The interaction between them is like a story line woven under a gentle shadow. Although the unknown future is full of unknowns, they still bravely move forward hand in hand. Just like the wind, even if it is untouchable, it still gives them strength. As the night falls deeper, the warmth in the air does not disappear but becomes thicker...

Until that moment came, he gently took off the mask - the light of that moment illuminated a brand new beginning, allowing the secret between the two to be revealed.

She looked into his eyes, which contained complex emotions, including love, fear and hope. And he, facing this moment, seemed both relieved and conflicted. Although he had countless stories and secrets in his heart, at this moment, he also chose to be honest.

In this unfinished journey, their encounter is no longer just a fragment in a dream; it is an indelible spark that connects the past and the present. And that night became a common testimony for the two of them - not only the past, but also the possibility of the future.

They sat side by side on the moonlit path, surrounded by gently swaying leaves and the breeze from afar, weaving together a story that belonged only to them and continued to explore the unknown. When the night was deep and the dew was thick, the starlight that flashed in their eyes was not only a guide, but also the most shining mark in each other's hearts.

After taking a few steps closer, Ye Jin slowly placed his palm on Zixun's nose, rubbing it gently to try to confirm. Then, when he was about to hold her in his arms, he unexpectedly discovered that Zixun suddenly woke up and tightly grasped his fingertips.

"You're awake, but I'm so panicked that I want to run away," Zixun looked at him with a determined and slightly pleading look, "but please let me stay with you...Jin." The voice came softly from her arms.

During this period of time, I was exhausted physically and mentally, and my mind was confused. I even had the sad memory of giving up. Now I can only express it in words, but I can't conceive a more complete story framework. It's just a part of this chapter. I haven't fully conceived the ending, and it's hard to find the inspiration.

When he opened his eyes again, Ye Jin showed a confused expression. He tried to escape but failed in the end. Zixun still clung to his arms, her eyes full of pleading and fear, and she prayed in a low voice:

"Please stay with me..."

These four simple words were like a gentle spring breeze blowing into his ears, causing his arms to unconsciously wrap around Zixun, hugging her tightly. A silent oath came from between his fingertips, and he wanted to bury it deep in his heart, as if to connect them closely in the same world.

Hugging him back, Zixun also held him tightly with her hands, locking her heart deeply in this warm emotion.

"Jin... I miss you so much, and perhaps I no longer have the will to live..." Leaning on Ye Jin's big shoulders, Zixun's lips curled up with a trace of tears, and her eyes sparkled with a clear and slightly sad light.

"I miss you too..." Stroking her back as if he was hugging a baby, Ye Jin comforted her softly in a doting tone, with a smile growing wider at the corners of his mouth.

Ye Jin, Zixun, Jin, Zixun, calling each other's names repeatedly, the passion of missing each other burning endlessly. Every time of missing each other condensed into a strong desire - the deep attachment to him and her was like a blazing flame.

Thinking of something, Zixun suddenly pulled open Ye Jin's face mask.

"Jin!!" At this moment, Zixun seemed to have discovered something shocking and opened her mouth in surprise.

Faced with the possible abnormal situation, Jin quickly put the mask back on and turned to leave.

"Jin! Wait for me!!!" Zixun got up from the ground, quickly chased Ye Jin's shadow, calling out with all her might, her voice filled with anxiety and eagerness.

Each step he followed became more urgent, but Jin's pace was still fast. However, Zixun seemed to sense Jin's hesitation and fear: because he knew very well that he didn't want others, especially Zixun, to see his true self. His pace suddenly paused, and his call became silent. Jin stopped and looked back worriedly, worried that he would cause discomfort or annoyance to the other party.

Seeing that Zixun had fallen exhausted to the ground, looking down at her tears slowly sliding into the soil, Jin slowly sat down and held her body in his arms.

"Zixun, I will never give up. Really, I will never abandon you..." As night and dusk blend together, the embrace is long-lasting and profound, until both of their souls are wrapped and healed by this calmness and tenderness.

Finally, at the moment when their hug ended, Lorest looked up at Melia, and his concerned voice floated softly: "Melia, are you feeling better? Has the poison been cleared? Secondly, how did you survive those flames? Another question, why did your face become like this?"

Sitting on the ground nearby, Melia stared at the expression behind Lorest's black headdress, her eyes mixed with confusion and questioning: "My poisoning has been completely cleared. It was my brother who rescued me from the fire. That scar... was left by the flames caused by the fire. The left side of my face was almost burned by the flames. So I had to wear a mask to show myself to the outside world."

"Hahaha..." Melia's tone revealed a sense of maturity and depth. Her speaking style was no longer so arrogant and self-righteous, but more full of charm and inner restraint. She no longer cared about anything with her past indifference, but chose a relaxed and comfortable pace of life.

"Hehe, for my sake, Melia, do you want to get rid of me?" Melia gently approached Melia and asked jokingly, "Close your eyes, stare at my two peach-like eyes, blink a few times, and raise your eyebrows slightly."

Her actions made Melia even more confused, and she felt countless questions in her heart. Before she could answer, Melia continued: "Melia, I have always been consistent and a loyal gentleman. In these days, when I was not with you, I really did not seek other women. I stood up, crossed my arms, looked back at Melia and smiled gently."

At the beginning of the day, I had a fierce argument with my mother. It was originally about my sister, but I didn't expect her to slap me seven times, all on the left side of my face. My right eye was injured, so I didn't take action again. Every time she slapped me, my response became more intense. It was not until she stopped that my anger subsided temporarily. "I hope this bad habit of 'dog behavior' will disappear as soon as possible, preferably forever." I said to myself silently in my heart. 】

Accused me of being obsessed with electronic products and not listening to my teachings. He said that eating too spicy food would cause vision problems in the future, claiming that this would eventually make my eyes lose their brightness. He accused me of immersing myself in the world of dogs, and there was no significant improvement after repeated corrections. He even threatened to kick me out of the family: "Just like we never took care of you, let me run away from home."

One of the reasons why I couldn't give up and stay: "Every time I say it, I can't do anything but entertain myself with the computer?"

The use of computers is prohibited, but they say that those things are not worth wasting time on. "I just do it! I just want to show you the results! No matter how hard I try, I can achieve something in the end." Faced with this rule, I quietly broke through **, regardless of the radiation hazards, "The ban does not allow the use of computers! I will secretly operate the computer, and it has nothing to do with you. Who cares about its harmful radiation! I don't care about the loss of eyesight!"

Not allowed to eat spicy food when eating? Then choose to eat spicy food. "Haha, let me show you how difficult it is for me not to eat when I want to!"

If you don't allow me to drink, then I'll find a way to get it. I'm going to let the water flow into my eyes and see how terrible it will be! Today is a chance to test it."