The wind lives in this life policy

a place far away……

Ye Xiaofeng patted his head, his forehead was flushed red, the impact woke him up a little from his sleepless nights, and he blurted out, "How far is it?"

"I don't know..." Feng Ce took a step back, leaning against the window, and smiled a little lonely, "Maybe a hundred years... maybe a thousand years?"

"A hundred years? A thousand years!?" Ye Xiaofeng was shocked.

What do you mean?

"Yes, it means that you came from here hundreds of years and thousands of years ago?? Me, I understand that right? Did you just say that?"

Ye Xiaofeng shook his head, he felt that his train of thought was a little out of step, this, this nima... can't it? !

Is this person from hundreds or even thousands of years ago? !

That, isn't that... isn't it the most popular novel among those nowadays... time travel?

Ye Xiaofeng just thought of this, but Feng Ce has already said, "Listen to Lou Qinglan... in your place, it is usually called time travel."

So, Ye Xiaofeng was stupid, really stupid... And he was stupid for a long time, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Mother, what did he hear just now?

cross?

Then why not travel to the past by yourself?Isn't that how time travel is written?

Wait, wait... Ye Xiaofeng took a breath back, Nima, is it time to worry about where to go from where to go? ?

If it is said that Ye Xiaofeng's three views have been shattered by Feng Ce's flying around just now, he still counts on Feng Ce to give a reasonable explanation, for example, he has practiced well and so on. The three outlooks on him are hard to read... But now, Ye Xiaofeng buried his face in the palm of his hand speechlessly.

It's all right now, even the three views are gone, the answer Feng Ce gave is even more miraculous than when Ultraman came to the earth... His brain has completely crashed, and all the brain cells that had just come alive were all killed...

across...

Oh, my God, time travel! !

That's why he is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but doesn't know everything about mobile Weibo?

That's why he was able to single out a dozen or so people to cover the entire crew?

So you can know history like the back of your hand, but know nothing about modern knowledge?

and so……

He has too much to think about, so many unreasonable and abnormal things he once felt about Feng Ce have all been explained now.

It's like a trapped spring water, which is turbulent at the bottom but can't come out. At this moment, the simple word "crossing" is like opening an exit for it, so that it can finally rush away and go straight to the boundless world. the sea.

He is silent, he is alienated, he is not good at words, he is expressionless, and he would even rather stay in the room alone for half a year...

Because he has too much ignorance, too much incomprehension, too much uncertainty, while he trapped himself in the same place, these strange things to him also trapped him to death.

"Except for Lou Qinglan..."

Seeing that he refused to speak, Feng Ce waited and waited, but couldn't wait any longer, "You are the first person to walk into this room."

In fact, that period of time was not very difficult for him. He also had a lot of things to do, and he could still practice calligraphy. Occasionally, when he was lonely, he could also play the flute to comfort him. There were even countless simplified characters waiting for him to learn. ...

He doesn't feel lonely, but he often wakes up in the middle of the night, listening to his heartbeat quietly.

When Lou Qinglan said that he wanted to find an assistant for himself, he was still curious about what an assistant was. He didn't think he needed it, but Lou Qinglan said that he needed someone to accompany him, to talk to him, to accompany him Do something, otherwise, no matter how clear the water is, if it is trapped all the year round, it will inevitably become a pool of stagnant water.

"You were also the first...to take me out of the room."

Feng Ce smiled, remembering the first time the two met.

……

Can you take me with you?

Of course you can...

……

This person with a pair of serious and bright eyes smiled and said to himself: Of course.

Once, he tried to express his thoughts, and then he got the warmest response.

"You are also the first person to hold my hand besides your relatives..."

He remembered that day again, the way this man dragged him all the way through the mall.

Those hands were very hot, and he clenched his hands so tightly that he was sweating. They ran all the way, running away from the crowd... Feng Ce would think of it from time to time, and would think, was it that day when he was completely pulled by this person? this world.

Indeed, this world is very strange, and there are too many unimaginable things, but as soon as he thinks that he is being carried by such a person with such hands, Feng Ce feels that no matter how difficult the road ahead is, how far it is, and how many unknowns there are It needs to be experienced, no matter how many people need to cross, it seems that there is nothing to be afraid of.

"You are the first person I believe in wholeheartedly after I came to this world."

Not just trust, at this moment, he even handed over all his feelings, including this heart....

……

But let me tell you first, I don't accept things that are too expensive, and I don't need them.

No, it's not expensive.

……

Yes, it's not very expensive, because no matter whether Ye Xiaofeng accepts it or not, he is already overwhelmed.

"I often think, what is God's purpose in letting me go through this long time..."

Feng Ce turned his face away, looked at the dark and boundless sky outside the window, and sighed silently, "Until that day you told me..."

...Yu Yanyan...

Isn't there a saying that if you lose your horse, you will know it is not a blessing?

Not only does this person look good, he has a good voice, he even has a good temper...and he is willing to help me, my little assistant, in such a cold weather. Don't you think this is a blessing?

……

You told me that being by your side is a kind of blessing, but Ye Xiaofeng, what you don't know is... Maybe your presence is lucky to me.

I am grateful to God for letting me meet this one-in-a-kind you even though I am in a different world. I think I am really lucky.

"What I said at this moment, every word is sincere, I have time to prove it, the wind and snow can be heard..."

Feng Ce stepped forward, looked down at him, and asked very softly, "Ye Xiaofeng, do you believe it?"

Do you believe?

Ye Xiaofeng choked up and couldn't speak. He couldn't speak at all, so he could only nod his head, "I believe..."

When Feng Ce said that he was the first person to take him out of the room, Ye Xiaofeng's eyes began to heat up. He wanted to control himself not to cry, and even told himself to calm down and think about it first, but the more If you think about it, the more you can't think about it... His mind is full of Feng Ce, living alone in the room for more than 300 days...

For more than 300 days, no one talked to him, and no one taught him the rules of this world. He just learned endless Chinese characters day after day without complaining a word.

"Feng Ce..." Ye Xiaofeng couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly rushed over and hugged him, and kept calling this person's name, "Feng Ce, Feng Ce, Feng Ce..."

Feng Ce hugged him hard, impatiently excited, and asked again under his voice, "Do you really believe it? Don't you feel scared?"

"Afraid of a fart!" Ye Xiaofeng laughed with tears streaming down his face. He believed that Feng Ce would be speechless to the extreme. He held the man's face in his hands, and then kissed him fiercely. "From now on, you Feng Ce will be I, Ye Xiaofeng, are alone!"

Feng Ce was a little dazed by this sudden kiss, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. When he heard Ye Xiaofeng's bold words, he smiled and kissed him back.

"Yes, as long as you believe it, Feng Ce belongs to Ye Xiaofeng alone."

If you are willing to believe, then let me stay by your side, even if we are separated by hundreds or thousands of years.