Chen Yan glanced at him sideways, "Do you hate Feng Huaqing so much?"
"Hateful?" Feng Huayan chuckled with an ambiguous tone.
If it were just annoying, that would be fine.
Chen Yan said again: "You have had this idea for a long time, right?"
Feng Huayan said defiantly and coldly, "Chen Xingke, why are you asking so many questions? I can help you distract some guards, so you should just shut up and do as I say."
"When will we act?"
"In two quarters of an hour."
"good."
Seeing her so cold, Feng Huayan said unhappily, "Shouldn't you thank me?"
Chen Yan said, "How can I thank you when the matter is not yet accomplished?"
Feng Huayan choked.
Then, he said angrily, "Get lost."
Chen Yan: “…”
She walked away.
But when Chen Yan really left, a trace of unhappiness arose in his heart again.
He stared at Chen Yan's back until she disappeared, then he slowly withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes.
…
More than a quarter of an hour later.
Feng Huayan appeared outside Qingdong Pavilion.
The guards of Qingdong Pavilion quickly went to report to Feng Huaqing.
Feng Huaqing, who was originally practicing martial arts and combat skills, was delighted after hearing what the guards reported. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and confirmed.
"You said, the second young master is outside?"
"Yes, young master!"
Feng Huaqing's eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly straightened his clothes, "Why don't you invite the Second Young Master in?"
Upon hearing this, the guards immediately agreed, and then they hurried to the outside of Qingdong Pavilion and respectfully invited Feng Huayan into Qingdong Pavilion.
Feng Huayan stepped over the threshold and entered the huge courtyard of Qingdong Pavilion.
When he saw this familiar scene, everything that happened in the past came to his mind.
Almost every corner here has traces left by him and Feng Huaqing.
In the past, he always followed Feng Huaqing timidly, instinctively asking him to protect him.
Everyone said that Feng Huayan was Feng Huaqing's little follower and lackey.
"Ayan!"
A shout interrupted Feng Huayan's recollection.
He looked up at the person who came.
The young man was dressed in white, with a surprised smile on his handsome face. He hurried around the corner and headed towards this side.
Feng Huayan curled his lips and called out softly.
"elder brother."
Feng Huaqing's breathing hitched when he heard this long-lost address. He looked at Feng Huayan with red eyes, "Ayan, I'm sorry. I haven't communicated with you often in the past three years. You've suffered."
Feng Huayan lowered his eyes and smiled.
"It's all over."
make life difficult for.
There's no way to get through.
Feng Huayan's gaze slowly fell on the graceful pear tree not far away. "I remember that seven years ago, we buried a jar of wine under this pear tree together. Now, I want to drink it."
Feng Huaqing heard this and looked at him tenderly.
"Then dig it out and drink it."
The two walked to the pear tree, squatted down, and each took a small shovel to dig the soil.
As Feng Huaqing dug the soil, he sighed, "Ayan, you've changed a lot and grown up."
Feng Huayan responded in a somewhat indifferent tone: "Really?"
Feng Huaqing's hand paused slightly. He raised his head, his voice filled with a hint of tentativeness and uneasiness, "Ayan, are you still blaming me?"
Feng Huayan still didn't look at him, and the shovel in his hand kept picking up the soil, as if that was his only focus.
"Why do you blame me?"
Feng Huaqing was silent.
After Feng Huayan dug up the wine jar, Feng Huaqing took a deep breath and said, "Ayan, I'm sorry for you. I made you bear the blame you shouldn't have for me. In fact, it was my incompetence, my filthiness, and my thoughts that shouldn't have been there..."
Before he could finish, Feng Huayan had already stood up, holding the wine jar covered in mud.
The young man in red carried the wine jar and walked into the inner room.
The young man in white who was still squatting there had a look of surprise on his handsome face. He could only stand up and follow the pace of the young man in red.
After entering the inner room, the young man in red placed the wine jar on the table. He opened the seal of the jar, then lifted it up and took a big sip.
Gurgle gurgle.
The spicy, sweet, and bitter taste of the wine instantly spread in his mouth, and he could even feel his stomach burning.
The wine slid down the corner of his mouth and spilled onto his clothes.
With a 'bang', the wine jar fell on the table.
When Feng Huaqing arrived, he saw this scene.
Feng Huayan slowly turned around, raised his hand and wiped the water from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said with a smile: "You drink."
Feng Huaqing's heart was in turmoil. He frowned slightly, feeling that Feng Huayan still had a bit of madness today.
Feng Huayan is now out of his control.
Makes him feel uneasy.
At this time, Feng Huayan's voice came again.
"You drink!"
Hearing this, Feng Huaqing looked at him helplessly, "We should sit down and have a drink instead of doing it in such a vulgar way."
Feng Huayan said nothing, his deep eyes staring at him intently.
Feng Huaqing felt a little uneasy when he saw this look.
Feng Huaqing had no choice but to do as he was told.
He picked up the wine jar and took a big gulp.
This wine, which has been sealed underground for seven years, is exceptionally delicious.
"Can you smell the stench of decay?" At this time, Feng Huayan laughed softly.
Feng Huaqing put down the wine jar and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
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