Chapter 463 Yan, please help me
The wind is blowing.
The bone-chilling wind blew away the floating will-o'-the-wisp fires and bent the branches of the Lycoris radiata, making the huge sea of flowers appear like waves on the sea.
Without the will-o'-the-wisp lighting, the boundary between the sea of flowers and the surface of the Forgetful River blurred, and the only reference was the towering palace in the distance.
One of the will-o'-the-wisp flames drifted restlessly across the water, and before it could even see its own reflection, it was carried into the temple by the cold wind, and then easily squeezed into the empty candlestick...
The flickering light caused the two figures projected on the ground to become distorted and shaking.
Shang Yan pulled himself away from the busy government affairs, rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, glanced at the sleepy face of the shopkeeper, and suddenly spoke.
"How is Yu Huo doing lately?"
After hearing this, Qiao Yu suddenly became energetic: "Great, very motivated, and doesn't even ask for wages. I'd love to have more employees like this in the future..."
Shang Yan sighed when he heard this, tucked the long hair hanging by his ears behind his ears, and stood up.
Qiao Yu was talking happily when he saw someone was about to leave. He subconsciously asked, "Where are you going?"
Shang Yan patted his shoulder and pushed the man who wanted to stand up back into his seat. His voice was incredibly gentle, without a trace of impatience: "Stay by yourself for a while, I'll go check on Yuan."
Qiao Yu frowned: "Why are you looking at him? Have you been paying too much attention to Yuan recently?"
"Are you jealous?" Shang Yan asked with a chuckle.
Qiao Yu rolled his eyes: "You wish!"
Shang Yan shrugged, stopped joking, and slowly explained, "I've been living too comfortably lately. I'm a little worried."
Qiao Yu blinked and nodded in agreement: "That's right, that guy is so quiet, he must be causing trouble, you might as well go and take a look."
Shang Yan said nothing more. He reached out and picked up a wisp of ghost fire with a condensed light, then left the temple lightly.
The ghostly fire was controlled to float across the Forgetful River and the vast sea of flowers again, turning to dispel the darkness in the long corridor, and finally arrived in front of the solid and heavy door.
Shang Yan stretched out his hand, and the door was easily pushed open, with some dust falling from the crack.
He paused and let the will-o'-the-wisp enter the crack of the door first.
He waited until the ashes had settled and disappeared before he walked into the door slowly.
Yuan's residence was much more spacious than the last time he came. Shang Yan looked at the man standing by the window enjoying the cold wind.
The other person always had his back to him and didn't even glance at him.
Shang Yan couldn't help but narrow his eyes, without saying a word, just looking at the other person quietly for a while.
Yuan, you seem weaker than the last time we met?
After a few seconds, he seemed to have thought of something, his amber eyes flickered slightly, and then he quickly walked through the spacious living room, pushing open the doors of all the rooms one by one...
Every time he opened the door, he could see Yuan.
They all have the same face and appearance, some sitting, some standing, some leaning against the railing in a daze...
Seeing this scene, Shang Yan's pupils suddenly shrank into needles and he uttered a word with difficulty.
"How did you get yourself into this state..."
His voice was filled with shock and sadness.
The sudden voice made everyone in the room turn their heads and look at Shang Yan.
Only the man in the living room looking out the window did not move. His unsociable behavior made Shang Yan subconsciously focus his attention on him.
During this time, Yuan's shoulders shook from time to time, as if he was sobbing silently.
Seeing this, Shang Yan let out a long sigh.
His sighs echoed countless times in the empty room, and his emotions seemed so long-winded as they were repeatedly stretched.
After a moment, Yuan finally turned around, and the corners of his red eyes showed a faint light under the reflection of the faint ghost fire.
He just stared at the newcomer and murmured slowly, "It turns out that shedding negative emotions is more painful than I imagined..."
Shang Yan opened his mouth when he heard this, but nothing came out of his mouth.
He had experienced this kind of pain before, so he knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless.
What's more, Yuan is even crazier than him. This guy even tears his soul apart!
There are so many fragments, it hurts so much just thinking about it!
In silence, he saw Yuan slowly walking towards him, still with that face that looked very similar to his own. He reached out and grasped the corner of his clothes unfamiliarly, his voice still as hoarse as it had been not long ago, after crying.
"Yan, Yu Huo said, 'Being with me is really tiring,' but I was the one who couldn't sleep at night, I was the one who was stubborn, I was the one who cried, and I was the one who was sad. But in the end, he told me that 'he was very tired.' Why is that?"
Shang Yan looked down at the wrinkled corner of his clothes, his delicate eyebrows revealing a hint of sadness: "Yuan, loving someone is not just about possession.
Your world only has Yu Huo, but Yu Huo's world... has more than just you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his shoulders sink, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw Yuan's slender white neck.
The other person rested her forehead on his shoulder, and her big tears soaked the clothes, bringing a slight chill.
"That's right, his world isn't just about me. He loves freedom, he loves life, he loves romance, he loves mountains and rivers. He has so much to love, when it comes to me...how much will be left?"
After saying this, Yuan seemed to finally realize where he was wrong.
He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his head, revealing his bloodshot eyes: "No wonder, he said that being with me is tiring."
Shang Yan sighed, and seeing that he had finally recovered some spirit, he immediately freed his clothes from the other party's hands.
Then, while lowering her head to smooth out the wrinkles on her hem, she softly asked, "Now that you understand, what are you going to do? Go find him?"
Figuring it out is one thing, but having the courage to face it is another.
Yuan's cheeks twitched twice, and his eyes returned to a dead silence again: "He doesn't want to see me..."
At this time, a cold wind came in through the open window, and the white curtains were blown up, making them look like a fierce ghost lurking inside.
Shang Yan stared at the will-o'-the-wisp floating in the wind in the room. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he asked anxiously, "By the way, you tore yourself into pieces? Do you remember?"
Yuan was stunned for a moment, his dark eyes slowly moving towards the open window: "It seems that a few have escaped..."
“…How many of them ran away?”
"I forgot. I didn't do anything these days. I just sat there in a daze." Yuan felt a little guilty, and for a moment he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
He didn't know, but Shang Yan knew, and he wanted to cry right now.
I don’t know how many fragments there are, and I don’t know how many days they have been running around. They might have caused trouble.
Even if you don't cause any trouble, it will be like a time bomb, which will make people panic if it doesn't explode.
Thinking of this, Shang Yan glared at Yuan, turned around and was about to clean up the mess with this guy.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, the corner of his clothes that had been smoothed out was suddenly grabbed by the culprit.
Shang Yan frowned and looked at that guy Yuan, with a frustrated feeling in his eyes that he wanted to scold him but couldn't bear to do so because the other person was too pitiful.
Seeing this, Yuan pursed his lips and pretended not to see it. Tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, slid down smoothly, and finally hung on the edge of his jaw.
"Yan, can you help me, please?"
Shang Yan was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched twice and he let out a long sigh.
"First find the pieces you tore off!"
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