Sad Li

"You have worked hard these days."

Meng Fang replied.They sat on the Taibai Building.The flimsy and soft catkins outside the building make the breath dry and burly, as if it wants to take root in the throat.It might take a rain.It should rain in Qingming, but if it doesn't, there is nothing to do.

"Ah, no." Han Jin said, in fact, he felt that he seemed to be troubled recently, and the frequency of serious troubles was much lower than in previous years, but he didn't dare to express it directly. "I'm not someone who fears that the world will not be chaotic. If I can take this opportunity to save my image in the hearts of all righteous heroes, then of course I will be very happy."

"It depends on your next performance." Meng Fang said seriously. "Honestly, Han Jin, do you want to cultivate a healthier and less expensive hobby? I think calligraphy is very good. Of course, if you devote yourself to collecting authentic works by famous masters, then maybe...or you can ask Qin Take a look at the shopkeeper, he should have a lot of contacts. Alas, I didn't say anything."

For some reason, he looked gloomy again, but Han Jin had long been used to it. Meng Fanghui was always more prone to uncertainty than his peers, and they all laughed at him as a young girl Huaichun at that time.Regardless of this, Meng Fang's reply was of course very pertinent, but Han Jin's mood is different now, and he inevitably wants to say something nice for himself in front of him.

"I indulged in drinking and sex back then, not because I couldn't extricate myself. Similarly, if I quit today, it may not necessarily mean that I have really reformed." He said deeply.

"Of course I understand that." Meng Fang replied empathetically and accepted it all, saving him from deliberating the following. "Today with you. Drink as much as you want."

Han Jin was overjoyed. "liquor?"

"You drink, I drink tea."

Han Jin clicked his tongue. "It's boring, Xiaomeng."

"Because I don't like wine." Meng Fang replied solemnly, maybe too serious.It was only then that Han Jin noticed that he was holding a stack of letter paper half an inch thick in his hand, with a tragic expression on his face.Han Jin glanced at him, and couldn't bear to ask him. "From your master?"

"Ah." Meng Fang replied, carefully put it aside and picked up the teacup. "You bastard, Ayue, didn't plead for me too much."

"Don't you see?"

"I'll accept it face to face when I get back to Xiaoxiang." Meng Fanghui obviously wanted to avoid this topic. "What happened to Zhang Chaoguang?"

"He's not dead." Han Jin said. "I took three swords from him and returned one. He ran away at that time. To be honest, you may not be able to catch up with that speed even if you are riding a horse."

Meng Fang couldn't help laughing. "That's good. If he dies, it would be a pity for you. It's good to leave a thought for you."

"The only thing I think about right now is you." Han Jin said bluntly, ignoring Meng Fang's embarrassing expression. "When fighting with Zhang Chaoguang...you know what I think? I can't even rest in peace."

Meng Fanghui gently put the cup back on the table. "Then you tasteless and regret it again. It's not good-looking, and it's not over yet."

"How is that possible?" Han Jin said bitterly, because of course he also understood how arrogant Meng Fang was in his bones, and was really surprised at his lack of confidence in this matter. "It's fine to change to someone else... How can it be possible with you? We have been together for so long since we were young."

"It means that if you hate me, then you will get tired of me." Meng Fanghui said quietly. "But you didn't care about me then, why do you care now?"

Han Jin thought to himself that you could say all these words, it was really confusing black and white. He hated Meng Fang until now, and was still obsessed with trying to replace and deny it with those vague words, as if his idea had a long history and could always be Find clues from the details of the year.However, Meng Fanghui was not to prove the feasibility of this idea for him, but to uproot it. Even if there were flickering flickers, it was just a trivial matter that time eliminated.

He fell on deaf ears. "When you persuaded me before, you always told me that it would not be too late. Xiaomeng, we can start over."

Meng Fang remained silent, crossed her slender fingers together, and slowly released them.There is some wind outside the building, pulling the branches of phoenix trees that have grown green, and those withered yellow leaves that have never fallen after the severe winter.Han Jin was extremely calm.

He was no longer worried about Meng Fanghui's thoughts.What a person thinks, what he says, and what he does are actually not necessarily related.In other words, he never worried about Meng Fanghui's thoughts from the very beginning.

He is so important to Meng Fanghui, so important that he almost feels ashamed of it.Things might have been easier had it not been so.

"For a while I even hated the sword. I can't hate you, I can only hate the sword." Meng Fanghui said softly. "Whether you meet me or not, you will become number one in the world after all; I am Meng Fanghui today because of Han Jin. Just think of me as a grudge; not everything in the world can be as you wish. "

"Xiao Meng, it's not fair." Han Jin said, more than just saying, he almost yelled, wanted to protest, wanted to yell, wanted to say that he couldn't let it go; Meng Fang put one hand on the table, straightened up, He bowed his head slightly.The cold and faint fragrance of flowers, like the snow that melts on plum branches once every three years, gently overwhelmed him.He almost froze in pain.

"Also, don't call me Xiao Meng in the future." Meng Fang said slowly. "I am older than you."

"When can I see you again?"

"Wait until you're lonely."

"I'm so lonely right now!"

"Han Jin." Meng Fang smiled from the bottom of her heart. "Do you really know what loneliness is?"

He picked up the letter and Fanghua on the table with one hand, and went downstairs.The sky is not clear, it is a milky white chaos, and the mountains in the distance are covered with cages, it is a misty fairyland that no one would like to go to.Tufts of poplar flowers rolled down at his feet, with the charm of embroidered moss, but unfortunately there was no running water.He wants to go back to Xiaoxiang, although there may not be anything to look forward to there.

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