In the early Yuan Dynasty, a lifelong mistake

He reached out and took the mobile phone from the boss's hand, and looked at the man with short hair in the photo. He was no longer the youthful look he had when he first met him. Gentle as jade, with a smile on his face, but it didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. Instead, he was more lonely, and his eyes were a little misty.

Stretching out his hand to caress it, it seemed that it took a lot of effort to find his own voice, and he said, "Zehua, what's his name?"

Sun Zehua reached out to take back his cell phone, but Lin Ao's expression was too strange, his indifference made one feel frightened. She wrung her fingers tightly and pulled the third child's hand in a panic.

"Lin Han, his name is Lin Han, well, I have his mobile phone number, do you want it?"

Lin Han... During the trip to the south of the Yangtze River, I met Cheng Fengming for the first time. This is the name he said. Lin Han took Lin Ao's surname, his own name, and the name he made up. He should have told Sun Zehua many things, otherwise , It won't be so long before I realize that he is so close to me.

After closing the page of the photo album, he took Sun Zehua's mobile phone to the phone book, found the phone number named Lin Han, and took out his mobile phone with his left hand, with rare sweat dripping from the tip of his nose. I was a little unsteady, and lost 3 to 6. After changing it, I tapped the green button lightly, and held the phone to my ear. It was a little quiet and a little inexplicable.

He was waiting for that familiar voice.

The other people in the private room looked at his strange performance, and didn't know what to say. The third child reached out and gently pulled out Sun Zehua's cell phone from his hand. Lin Ao didn't object, and continued to pay attention to the movement of his cell phone. .

After two rings, the phone vibrated slightly, and a clean male voice came from over there, "Hello, hello, I'm Lin Han."

The voice is so familiar that it can no longer be familiar. He has been listening to it for two years. At that time, the voices he was familiar with were laughing, crying, indifferent, and sad. They came from the mobile phone, accompanied by rustling signal sounds. Extra clear.

He should have known earlier that if Cheng Fengze was here, Li Chonghan might live in the same place as him, but what he didn't expect was that Li Chonghan knew about it, but didn't come to him. Is it because he couldn't tell, or was it something else? s things?

Trying to keep his voice steady, he called out to the phone, "Chonghan, where are you?"

The other party's breathing paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, he became hoarse. That was Li Chonghan's appearance of crying or not. His expression at this time should be pain and forbearance, his eyes turned slightly red, even The eyebrows are the same, fingernails are pinched into the flesh, and the teeth are biting the lower lip. Just thinking of this, Lin Ao wants to laugh. He knows him so well. He just has no experience in what Cheng Fengze said. He is not qualified to say that he is not loving enough. Li Chonghan.

When he spoke again, his voice had returned to normal. He stood up, gestured to the others to leave, turned around and walked out.

"Where are you, I want to see you, just in the coffee shop outside the school, I'll wait for you."

Without giving Li Chonghan any room to refuse, he hung up the phone. The sun was still scorching hot, but he felt a comfortable coolness. No matter what happened, wouldn't everyone be happy that they could meet here?

But he forgot that this history teacher, Lin Han, is not the young Chonghan he knew...

After arriving at the coffee shop, he found a relatively remote place and sat down without ordering coffee. He was thinking, Li Chonghan, an ancient man, would definitely not like these modern things, no matter what, he probably wouldn't be able to adapt Well, although Li Chonghan is not picky about food, but he likes to act like a baby in front of him, maybe, he will smile and tell him that he doesn't want to drink...

Standing in a daze, the door of the coffee shop rang softly. He looked up and saw that Li Chonghan was wearing a more formal shirt and a pair of trousers. Although he didn't wear a tie, he still looked formal. , looking down at his attire, a little dazed.

He still remembered Li Chonghan's long black hair. Ever since he left, Li Chonghan never asked the maid to comb his hair. People don't blame him, they just lean on him and laugh. He has never seen him with such short hair, just like a stranger with the same face, without a sense of familiarity.

"Lin Ao..."

Before Li Chonghan came over, his eyes were already wet, as if he felt that the timing was a bit inappropriate, he forced back his tears, and walked straight towards Lin Ao, who knew that Lin Ao stood up and took a step back.

Both of them stood in place, a little embarrassed, and finally Li Chonghan came to his senses first, pointed to the stool and said, "Sit."

Lin Ao sat down and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar person with a blank expression on his face. He didn't know Cheng Fengze very well. Even if he met again now, he didn't have any special feelings, but he knew Li Chonghan too well. Just by standing there, he could feel the difference in this person.The vicissitudes, sorrow, anticipation, fear, and shrinking all blended together in the memory of the boy who looked like a teenager, and he no longer had the same appearance as before.

"Are you okay?" Like all the strange plots in TV dramas, he asked this sentence, closed his mouth again, and took a sip of tea from a teacup to relieve the feeling of depression in his heart.

"I didn't expect to see you again. You are still the same as before. It hasn't changed at all. It's great."

Li Chonghan spoke with a modern accent, he reached out his hand to grab Lin Ao, paused and then retracted it.

Now he does look like a university teacher. Although he is not 30 years old, he is also an adult in his twenties. Coupled with his attire, it somewhat conceals the immaturity and politeness on his face. Very far away.

"Don't be nervous, I'm still me, Lin Ao, really, look, I'm still me."

His tone became a little anxious. Before Lin Ao was in a coma, he had been taking care of him. He stared at this familiar face every day, never tired of seeing it. He hoped that he would wake up, but he was afraid that he would wake up. He should be , dead.

Lin Ao looked at his anxious expression, and felt more and more weird in his heart, what was he panicking about?What is he afraid of?

Li Chonghan took a big sip of coffee, his upper lip was stained the color of coffee, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, his eye circles were red, and he cried out, fortunately the place Lin Ao chose was not bad, no one noticed.

It stands to reason that with Li Chonghan like this, he should feel very distressed, but it's strange, he doesn't feel anything in his heart, that kind of mentality is like a stranger crying in front of him, he can hand over the paper, but can't open his mouth Consolation, no consolation...

"I thought I would never see you again, Lin Ao, I thought... Brother Cheng told me, let me wait, wait for you, I can wait, he said, but when I really saw you later, But I dare not see you, I thought you were dead, Lin Ao... At that time, when I drank that glass of wine, I thought I would die, but I didn’t expect, I didn’t expect Brother Cheng to tell me that the person who died was you , I don't know, I regret it..."

In my memory, Li Chonghan was a stable person, he would not lose control of his emotions, even if he was sad, he would bear it. When he spoke, his brows were indifferent, and his face was also calm. He had never been like this, almost collapsed... not at all.

He said he thought he was dead, Lin Ao closed his eyes, recalling what Cheng Fengze said in his mind.He said that many things were plotted by the monk who gave him the potion. That monk wanted to use him to accomplish something. Cheng Fengze was the former Cheng Fengze, and Li Chonghan was the former Li Chonghan. he.

His head ached, Li Chonghan stopped crying, he laughed and said to Lin Ao, "Brother Cheng is right, you are not him."

A look of pain kept appearing on his face, he had already finished the coffee without adding sugar, it seemed that the bitter taste could make him face these things directly...

Lin Ao raised and lowered his hand, but in the end he still didn't have the courage to touch the top of his head. He sighed and took another sip of tea with his cup in his arms.Li Chonghan has changed, but he hasn't changed. He can't say it, and he can't talk about it.

"Originally after you died, I wanted to go with you, but Brother Cheng told me to wait until you, to avoid, to avoid such a thing from happening again, so I waited. Originally, I still held some hope Yes, when I was taking care of you, I thought, really, this is the first time I met such a real you, and at that time, you were with "me" in that place... This thing, really, really... "

Before he finished speaking, his tears fell again.No one can understand his pain, he has waited for so many years, so long...he can't remember clearly, spent countless days and nights by Cheng Fengze's side, his only hope is to see Lin Ao, wait until that Lin Ao who has known each other through time and space, and now they see each other, there is no barrier, they are sitting in front of each other, but no one is anyone...

He should have thought of this kind of result a long time ago. Over the years, he has thought about it countless times. The Lin Ao who belonged to him is already dead, and he will never come back...

Luckily, Brother Cheng was still thinking, this time when Lin Ao came back, he would tell him the truth of the matter and tell him not to read that book again, and the two of them would live here peacefully for the rest of their lives.

He also understands Lin Ao's temperament, loves him, loves "him", he also doesn't know who it is that he loves, it is clearly this person, but in a different place, with a different identity, like a stranger People are here to reminisce about the past, but they don't know what to say.

Why don't we use another method, after all, in the end, it's his happiness...it should be the same.

After thinking for a long time, he raised his head to look at Lin Ao's face, it was too familiar, touching it was an extravagant hope now.

"Now, you should go there again. I... no, Chonghan, he encountered some things, you should go to help him, some things that need to be avoided, I will ask Brother Cheng to sort it out tonight and tell you. You... Take care Okay him, I'll go first."

Before Lin Ao could react, he had already left in a hurry. Lin Ao didn't chase after him, but watched him get into a car through the window. It was the one he saw in the afternoon... Sure enough, he saw it right... Through the water glass Seeing his own face, he smiled, his eyes became more persistent, stood up, checked out and left.

The morning light was twilight, and the cool wind was blowing on his face. Only then did he realize that it was already autumn. Li Chonghan and Mo Qingbing stood together, watching the fewer and fewer people in the camp, and his thoughts were vague.

On the second day after writing to Lin Ao, his father lost the battle... 5000 people were killed and injured, and morale plummeted.Since then, the number of victories has been almost non-existent. Brother Wen is tolerant enough, but the disparity in strength between the enemy and us is too great, and there is really no way.

His father suffered several minor injuries. He couldn't blame Wen Heyuan. On the battlefield, whose sword has eyes. Brother Wen's life is also his life. No one cares so much, so forgive him Fate can't be put on the bright side, if this continues, he looked at the distant sun and sighed, he would really die here... Lin Ao.

The author has something to say: I almost cried myself, (tearful eyes.)