Wrong Changhuan

In the 15th year of Jianfeng in Nan'an, there was heavy snow on the day before New Year's Eve.

Lin Changhuan nestled in the east wing of Jinxiu Garden, and spent a day in a daze.

Everywhere is full of excitement to welcome the new year, Xu Shi Jing Jiuge is in a good mood, even the servants in the courtyard have given out new clothes for the celebration.

On the low table were roasted seeds and nuts such as walnuts and peanuts, as well as candies and pastries, but Xie Baitang and Lin Changhuan in the room did not use any of them.

The two have their own thoughts and worries.

When Chang Huan came back from Jingyuan, he pretended that everything was fine, and lied that he accidentally spilled tea and burned his hands.But those eyes that were red and swollen like grapes, and the look of being stunned after calming down, all caught Xie Baitang's eyes.

If nothing happened, how could it be like this.

Xie Baitang just let go of his heart, and couldn't help raising his throat again, paying attention to Chang Huan's every move.

"Xiao Nuan, what are you thinking?" Xie Baitang prepared a blood-enriching and Qi-enriching tea recipe with wolfberry, licorice, red dates, angelica, ginseng and other traditional Chinese medicines, brewed it with hot water, and handed it to the opposite side.

Chang Huan came back to his senses, and said slowly, "Uncle said before that people live to practice and cultivate their minds. I don't understand, what is the purpose of practicing and cultivating their minds?"

"For love and the peace of my heart... There is love, there is peace. Little love or big love..."

"Love?!" Chang Huan said thoughtfully, "Is it everyone?"

"Just like those monks who are kind to others, do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and even can't bear to hurt flowers, plants, insects and animals. What they choose is the great love in the world... We may not be able to be so selfless, but we are within our power. Love yourself, love your family and friends, love whoever you want to love, don’t you?”

Chang Huan said softly, "I love Ah Cuo, but... I'm not sure if my love is wrong..."

"Silly boy, there is no right or wrong in love, only the way of expressing love is different, so the love that everyone feels is also different..." When saying this, Xie Baitang thought of Jing Jiuge and her imprisoned paranoid love.

"Then how do I know if I love the wrong person?"

"Listen carefully to your heart and it will tell you..."

Chang Huan held the teacup in one hand, was stunned, and thought about these words.

Seeing this, Xie Baitang said softly, "In this world, there has never been a love that can be achieved overnight. All love needs time to get along, adjust and prove." Just like she and Xie Cunfeng, they love each other too deeply, but the time they spend together is too short , That's why I feel now that all the good things in the past have unknowingly dissolved into special nostalgia.

"What about love at first sight?" Chang Huan remembered the fate between her and Ah Cuo.

"Perhaps the love at first sight in your eyes is just the end of the love in the previous life, we don't know, don't we..." Xie Baitang said, suddenly smiled slightly, and said, "Also, love at first sight may also be..."

"What is it?" Chang Huan was curious.

"It's love at first sight, maybe it's because of sex." Xie Baitang shook his head with a helpless smile, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Chang Huan didn't stretch his brows because of this joke, but just sipped his tea thoughtfully.

Xie Baitang couldn't help but said, "Still thinking...about An Mistake?"

Chang Huan nodded dully, the white figure kept echoing in his mind, as if it had become a part of his body, lingering.

"If the heart is troubled and can't be peaceful, it's better to let nature take its course... Don't force everything, if you don't lose your mind, you won't get entangled and troubled, and your heart will sink together, and you will be quiet."

"Aniang, I don't want to lose Ah Cuo... But the more I want to hold on to this relationship, she is getting farther and farther away from me... I don't know what to do to get her back to me..." Chang Huan murmured He looked at the person opposite, wanting to find an answer.

"Aniang is still the same sentence, Xiaonuan, you should let nature take its course... What is yours will be yours after all, and it will be futile to force what is not yours, so why bother to be persistent?!" In the end, it was just empty joy one game.

And Xie Baitang is not optimistic about the relationship between Chang Huan and An Cuo.

But Chang Huan was not only worried about that, as New Year's Eve approached, there was not much time left for her.

In order for Xie Baitang to escape from Guanxi City smoothly, she needs to get something from Ah Cuo, and she hasn't got it yet, and this is another piece of hard work.

It's like clearly having a lot of time, but feeling that there is no time, everything is full of contradictions.

In this world, everyone tells you that you should want this and that. In fact, no one tells you that in addition to a place to live and food and clothing, time is also a resource, and it is the most important resource for you.

Being able to really pursue what you want and make good use of your time is the most important thing.You don't need expensive clothes, expensive jewelry, and enviable noble titles. These superficial things can bring you temporary comfort, but they can't always fill the emptiness in your heart.

Just like icing on the cake, it is always not a timely gift.

In the end, everything will be empty, and only you are you and only you.And all you can have is this short life. If it is long, it may be seven or eighty years. If it is short, it may end tomorrow.

Fate is impermanent, everything is not up to you.When you really have your own time, you can have the opportunity to do everything you want to do.

It's just that all of this is empty talk when you are not free.

In the late afternoon, Man Qiu came, but did not enter the house.

Under Xie Baitang's instructions, Chang Huan put on a big cloak and went out of the house.

Man Qiu said, "Miss Nuan, I'm here to tell you that the master is in Jingyuan right now, alone... So, if you have anything to say, now is the time."

Chang Huan was very grateful, and followed her out the door, but when he arrived at the door, he suddenly said, "I forgot something...you wait for me..."

After Chang Huan took the "Dream of Floating Life" and carefully hugged it in his arms, he went to Jingyuan.

When I saw An Cuo again, the door of the main hall was wide open, and she was playing the flute alone, watching the snow outside the house, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, the tune was low, and asking for love was also asking herself.

Chang Huan didn't enter the door, but stood on the porch and listened quietly for a long time.

At the end of the song, An Cuo only glanced at the person standing at the door, and said coldly, "What are you doing here again?" After saying that, he picked up the jug on the low table and drank it.

"I'll return your book..." Chang Huan said as he entered the door and handed the book over.

An Cuo just glanced at him, but didn't answer.

"Floating Dream" was gently placed on the table by Chang Huan.

An Cuo looked straight at Man Qiu again.

"My subordinates will leave first..." Man Qiu nodded and said, glanced at Chang Huan, and closed the door behind him.

This rare time for the two of them to be alone is the only thing Man Qiu can do.

An got up by mistake, blew on the torch and lit the candlestick.Through the windshield, the weak flame brought only a trace of light without temperature to this dark room.

After finishing all this, An Cuo picked up the wine jug on the table again, preparing to continue her intoxication.

"Ah Cuo, what exactly did I do to make you forgive me..." Chang Huan suddenly approached, grabbed the jug, put it heavily on the table, and said, "You have been drunk for a few days, how much more do you want to drink? !"

Then, Chang Huan saw the token hanging from Ah Cuo's waist.

It was a token that allowed him to leave the city at will without interrogation, and it was something Ye Rong had to get if he wanted to be happy.

"Lin Xiaonuan, are you deaf?" An Cuo approached Chang Huan with a strong smell of alcohol all over his body, his face was not good, and he was also bad-tempered, and said condescendingly, "I said before, we are over...it's over ...what else are you here for?"

Chang Huan immediately said, "Yes, I'm deaf... Ah Cuo, I'm here for us, how do you want me to prove it, so you can understand..."

"You are really deaf..." An Cuo said with a sneer, "but I can't tolerate sand in my eyes!"

This sentence made Chang Huan stunned, weeping silently.

An Cuo suddenly laughed wryly, stared closely at Chang Huan, and said, "I've never been a magnanimous person, and I can't be the one I love. There are others in my heart! Lin Xiaonuan, You want to prove that, unless you die...I won't believe your words anymore..."

Chang Huan approached quietly, hugged Ah Cuo, and murmured, "Ah Cuo, I will prove it to you. I love you, and I have always loved you...Give me a chance, okay..."

An Cuo didn't move, this familiar embrace was once upon a time his longing, and the most beautiful memory before going to bed.

Until he felt a slight movement in his waist, An Cuo grabbed Chang Huan's hand vigilantly.Looking at the token that Chang Huan held tightly in his hand, An Cuo suddenly lost his mind, and there was a buzzing sound in his head.

An Cuo took a step back in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper.I thought my heart was already cold, but pain still arose, and my nose felt sore instantly, tremblingly said, "You...you came here because of it?!"

Chang Huan took a step forward and cried, "Ah Cuo, listen to my explanation..."

An Cuo stepped back, eyes red, shook his head and said, "What else do you have to explain? From the beginning to the end, you approached me just because of this token to leave the city, right? This is the purpose of your coming to Mingyue Tower...to save Xie Baitang Get out... right?! So, you used me..."

So, you used me... Is everything in the past just a play, Lin Xiaonuan?

Chang Huan didn't dare to take any risks. In her perception, only by sending Xie Baitang away safely would she have a chance to start again with Ah Cuo without any scruples, so she hurriedly explained, "Ah Cuo, I—"

An Cuo interrupted, "Don't you just want this? I'll give it to you!"

The copper token was thrown to the ground with a loud clang, smashing a small corner of the cleared floor.

An Cuo pointed at the token and said angrily, "Now you have it! Take what you have dreamed of and get out!"

Chang Huan knelt down slowly and held the token in his hand. He was miserable, but he still asked softly, "If I ask you for it, will you give it to me?" , is also the direction of her heart.

"But you didn't ask..."

A thought flashed through Chang Huan's mind, and then, a decision was made secretly.

Chang Huan got up, walked to the door, turned his head and said, "Ah Cuo, I love you, this is my sincere words...I will prove it to you."

After An Cuo was the only person left in the room, she squatted in the corner, quietly, as if helpless, and cried aloud.

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The author has something to say:

@智川@西东不是事@罗神 has been too busy with work recently, and I have no skills at all. I am even slower. I am sorry everyone. . . .There will be another chapter on the weekend, please be mentally prepared.