Romance

When we went up the mountain, there were not many people left.

He held Ye Yuanyin's hand in his own, occasionally pulling his fingers and rubbing the palm of his hand, as if he was studying some new toy.

"What does Sister Shan want to talk to you about?"

Chen Yan said: "Why do you care about her?"

"Are you going back to Ancheng to inherit the family business?"

He paused, the light from behind him flickering and unclear. "Who said that?"

"You Jing told me."

The man smiled, "When are you going to see him again?"

Ye Yuanyin was very alert and said loyally, "I saw it by chance while working. Maha and Youshan can both testify to it."

"There is no silver here." Chen Yan'an glanced at her with disdain.

"Really, really, I swear." She seemed like someone whose Ren and Du meridians were opened, a little arrogant and domineering. "But why did you change the subject? Don't you want to tell me what's in your heart? If you don't say it, then I won't tell you anything in the future."

In the past, when she saw him, she always felt like he was taking a detour, neither far nor near. Now he was coming straight, and Chen Di'an felt very happy. "Do you want me to leave?"

The ball was thrown back again. Ye Yuanyin frowned, "You're getting more and more unreliable. How can I decide your future?"

A gust of wind blew over, and the lantern hanging on a pole swayed in the wind, the light and shadow flickered, and her soft face looked dazzling.

"You can."

Ye Yuanyin felt a sweet sensation in his heart, thinking that no matter whether he was joking or not, as long as there was such a beautiful moment, it would be enough to recall in the future. "What about things here? Didn't you start your own business because you didn't want to get involved in the Shen family's affairs?"

"I can't answer you right now, because I haven't made up my mind yet." No matter how he tried to communicate with others, Chen Di'an always had to face his inner feelings. "I have to go back. You can't wait until you have a perfect plan before taking action."

Ye Yuanyin couldn't fully understand his concerns. But she thought that every individual choice was imperfect. Although she didn't have to bear the same heavy responsibility as him, when faced with a choice, the feeling of pressure, uncertain about what to lose, was the same.

"I think I understand a little."

Seeing her serious expression, Chen Yan pinched her face with his white fingers and asked with a pout, "Why do you look like that? You're not Galileo. You don't have to sacrifice your life for him."

Ye Yuanyin was amused by him, but then became sad again and said, "I'm just worried."

Yan Dian didn't ask her what she was worried about. The road ahead was long, and at this moment he couldn't say that he was not worried at all.

Later on the journey, they walked further and further away amid the hustle and bustle of the world.

A large crowd of people gathered on the mountain. There was no nightlife here, and ten o'clock was the limit for staying up late.

The mountain dwellers gathered here simply to seek the protection of the gods. Whenever the huge brass bell rang at ten o'clock, the mountain dwellers believed that the year would be blessed with good weather, good harvests, and no disease or disaster.

"Make a wish," she said to him as the first toll of the giant bell lingered. "Everything will go smoothly from now on, and you'll get whatever you want."

"I hope so." He just smiled.

Ye Yuanyin closed her eyes and lowered her brows to pray, clasping her hands together and bending her fingers. It was obvious that she wanted to be with him forever, but she still made another wish - good winds will lend me strength and send me to the sky.

*

That night, the spring breeze blew again.

There is an ancient tree on the top of the mountain. The huge crown sways constantly. Strings of pink and purple flowers hang on the branches, and green jade leaves are mixed in. When the wind blows, it is like an overturned rouge box, and the nose is filled with the elegant sweet fragrance of flowers.

She stood under the tree and was covered with falling petals.

Chen Yan Anxin moved casually, took out his mobile phone and took a photo, and thus there was the only photo related to portraits in his mobile phone album.

Ye Yuanyin saw it out of the corner of his eye and turned back to warn: "Don't take pictures of me secretly."

"Why not?"

“I’m not photogenic.”

“I know, that’s why I photographed flowers.”

...This person is so annoying.

Sediment smiled and looked up. Lanterns illuminated the dark sky, and pink and purple flowers were blooming vibrantly. He asked, "What kind of flower is this?"

"Neem flowers."

"Which Lian?"

Ye Yuanyin took his hand and wrote on his palm stroke by stroke, "It's this '楝'. The chinaberry flower blooms during the last solar term of spring. When it blooms, spring is over."

The furry touch continued to spread in the palm of his hand. Yan Jing raised his eyes and saw her face so close to him. He had never noticed it before. How come she had a small mole, light brown, right on her cheekbone, like an elf.

"Last time when I visited the ancestral hall, I heard that your father married into the family?"

"Yes," she lowered her head, finished writing the last stroke, and looked up at him with a gleam in her eyes. "My father thinks it's beneath his masculinity. If it weren't for my mother, he would never have agreed to it."

"What's the big deal?" He said calmly, not knowing where he got his patience from. "Can I marry into your family, too?"

Ye Yuanyin's voice was choked and he couldn't speak for a long time, "You...are you serious?"

"Is this true? I don't have much self-esteem. I've lived in your house for so long, but I can't repay you. I'd rather marry into your family. The surname 'Long' is so elegant."

"No way." She was amused by him and shook her head, "You don't know how to do any housework. The only thing you know is making money. I don't want to marry a man like that."

"You still dare to despise me?" Chen Yan reached out to pinch the itchy flesh between her ribs, but she dodged it twice. So he warned her, "Isn't it just housework? I learn things quickly. Be careful, I won't come even if you beg me."

Although he had grown up in a wealthy and comfortable environment, she always felt that they could equally share the ordinary and everyday life of this world. Later, when she thought back on that scene many times, she was surprised to realize that the fairness and equality she wanted was actually a kind of humanistic concern for the disadvantaged that Chen Dian had deliberately expressed...

The place where they stood was almost at the highest point of the mountain. People would not go up any further after going to the temple below.

The bells for blessing have rung, and looking down from the mountain, the lights are gradually going out.

The noisy and bustling atmosphere gradually dissipated as the crowd left.

Ye Yuanyin looked at the lights at the foot of the mountain. The light gathered into bright stars in her eyes. She looked at the dark night and whispered something.

Sediment didn't hear clearly, so he asked again, "What did you say?"

"After the lights went out, it looks even darker here." She looked at him seriously, her eyes filled with a lot of admiration and sadness. "...I wish I had the ability to change my world."

Sediment looked down at her, as if he couldn't see her clearly. He thought that this grand blessing ceremony was not well prepared and could not set off the person in front of him.

Her heart softened like a lump of clay, as if it could be flattened or rounded at will. He reached out and lifted her chin, saying, "Next time you organize a gathering like this, I'll take care of it for you. At the very least, we'll have to set off a fireworks display afterward to light up your world a little brighter."

Late at night, people tend to be sentimental and their emotions fluctuate. She was so willful and unreasonable that she asked him, "Don't just light it up a little bit, make it much brighter."

"Good, it's brighter than day."

Ye Yuanyin took two quick steps, pounced on him, and raised his head to kiss him.

Sediment caught it, thinking how wonderful it would be if the years in the mountains could last forever. He held her face as if it were a treasure, lowered his head and deepened the kiss.

*

Because his mother was not in good health, Ye Yuanyin cooked breakfast while wearing an apron.

Aunt Long sat beside her and instructed her, "No, no, the flour is too thin, it won't taste good."

She put some more in, and her mother shook her head again, "Too much again! How can you be so stupid?"

"Oh mom, we're not having a state banquet, why are we being so particular?"

Aunt Long stared at her for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why is your mouth sore?"

Ye Yuanyin suddenly became flustered and said stubbornly, "No."

"Nonsense, it looks swollen to me." Aunt Long brushed her hair aside and said, "Turn your face around so I can see."

She wasn't so foolish as to run out into the sunshine and show her mother the results of last night's passionate but ultimately crushing passion. She then mumbled, "I'm just getting angry. The Yang energy rises in spring, and not only did I have a bump on my mouth, but my throat has been sore these past couple of days, too."

"Take some Huanglian Shangqing tablets."

"knew."

Aunt Long couldn't sit still, so she stood up and cleaned the stove while saying, "I want to go to the temple to get a peace amulet later."

"Yeah," Ye Yuanyin, who was used to suppressing all the sadness in his heart, said, "Every time this time comes, I know that Dad's death anniversary is not far away."

"Please ask for one for your uncle this time."

"Yeah." She responded softly.

But Chen Di'an passed away in the afternoon, and he left very suddenly. He only had time to send a message to Ye Yuanyin.

【Return to Ancheng. Contact again.】

【good. 】

*

At that time, Xiao Ruan had already started receiving her treatment. The pain in one's heart was like an olive in the mouth, which could neither be spit out nor swallowed, making one exhausted.

Ye Yuanyin held the fresh wound on her hand caused by the razor blade and said, "Mom is coming to pick you up. This is a happy thing. Why do you want to hurt yourself again?"

Xiao Ruan cried, lying in her arms, her voice hoarse, "Sister, you said that if I leave, Grandpa will be the only one left here. If I live well on my own in the future, will Grandma and sister not let me go even if they become ghosts? Besides, I still look like a ghost, how long can Mom love me?"

Ye Yuanyin had a headache. During the conversation, she felt uneasy and trembling because she was immersing herself in the darkest universe of a person's life. She was sweating all over and had to lie down for the whole afternoon.

At that time in the evening, Maha called her and asked her to come over to work.

When they met, she looked exhausted and tired, so Maha asked with concern, "What happened? It's like all your yang energy has been sucked out of you?"

Ye Yuanyin is not professional enough and cannot completely separate the boundaries between her own feelings and the feelings of others. She has been consumed by the emotions of others to the point that she doesn't want to say a word.

Maha discussed with her several key areas where parents or institutions should focus on assisting with healing. She replied, "It's better to start with establishing rules, learning rules, following order, and understanding instructions."

"Didn't you say last time that the United States already has evidence-based intervention technology? Would you mind asking your senior sister about her situation?"

"good."

Before she could make the call, Shen Meiyue came and dodged her as if there was something going on.

Ye Yuanyin wondered what had happened to Chen Dian'an.