The abbot of the 'Guanxing Temple' is a Buddhist master respected by the emperor of the time. He has great authority among the people. With the abbot's words, the noisy sounds in the main hall have subsided a lot. It seems that the pilgrims have calmed down a lot. After all, the 'Guanxing Temple' is famous, and there is really nothing that cannot be calculated, including life and death. If it weren't for the fact that the 'Guanxing Temple' believes that life and death are fixed and will never peek into the laws of life and death.
Therefore, not long after, the abbot approached the Buddhist disciple and said something to him in a low voice. The Buddhist disciple understood and stood up and walked out of the hall.
Almost subconsciously, all the pilgrims instinctively made way for the Buddhist disciple and subconsciously followed him out to the open space outside the main hall. Not long after, the young monk "Changsheng" brought the cinnabar and handed it to the Buddhist disciple.
Is this... going to use cinnabar to directly start drawing the formation?
"It's not exactly a formation drawing. In this case, it should be a divination. Some divinations can almost reveal the source of the epidemic." Shen Yan said this, and he didn't seem surprised by the Buddhist disciple's action of holding the cinnabar.
Sure enough, the next moment, the Buddhist disciple bit his fingertips and mixed his fingertip blood into the cinnabar. After a while, he began to draw divination, drawing the twelve heavenly stems and the five-star symbols that counteracted each other, and a list of time hours.
This painting was indeed not an array formation, but it was equally full of spiritual energy. At this moment, monks came over one after another holding small bamboo baskets and walked in front of the many pilgrims, asking them to each take a copper coin and line up in turn to throw it into the hexagram. The hexagram formation would directly determine whether the person was suffering from the epidemic.
This was a copper coin that had been cast a spell and had a faint hint of spiritual power, and it was very pure spiritual power. Wen He felt it as soon as her hand touched the copper coin, which made her carefully observe the copper coin in her hand. Sure enough, she saw a very simple symbol drawn on the back of the copper coin with cinnabar. The copper coin in Shen Yan's hand was the same, with the same symbol drawn on the back, but the handwriting was a little different. It should not have been from the same hand. It should have been drawn by different monks in this temple.
However, the young monk who handed them the copper coins stopped in his tracks after giving them to Shen Yan. He looked at Shen Yan's face with doubt for a long time, and couldn't help but show some strangeness on his face. Until another monk saw that his companion did not move for a long time, he could not help but urge him, lowering his voice and asking curiously, "What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at the pilgrims over there without moving? Is there something strange?"
"No... I just feel like something's a little strange. I can't quite see the pilgrim's face clearly."
"Can't see clearly? No, he's just a pretty good-looking pilgrim. Is there something wrong?"
"Really? That might be because I drew too many copper coins just now, and my eyes are a little blurry..."
The monk said this and soon regained his spirits. He apologized to Shen Yan and continued to distribute copper coins with other monks. Wen He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the monk walk away. Since Shen Yan discovered that he and the Buddhist disciple looked very similar, in order to avoid trouble, Shen Yan cast a small spell. Except for Wen He, no one else could see his appearance clearly.
Because of this, when the monk stood motionless in front of Shen Yan just now, Wen He was so nervous that his heart almost jumped up. He thought that Shen Yan's little magic had been discovered by someone? Or was it a monk who had frequent contact with the Buddhist disciple?
In contrast to the nervous Wen He, Shen Yan was calm. Although the young monk just now had some skills, he was far from being able to see through his little magic. Therefore, from beginning to end, the expression on Shen Yan's face did not change at all, and he was not worried at all.
Until... because of the slight commotion here, the Buddhist disciple not far away on the opposite side subconsciously looked over. His eyes first fell on the monk just now, and he didn't find anything unusual, so he subconsciously withdrew his gaze. But not long after he withdrew his gaze, the Buddhist disciple seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly turned his head away. In an instant, his pupils constricted, and there was a slight surprise on his face.
This is... discovered?!
Seeing the expression on the Buddhist disciple's face, Wen He instantly realized something, and the expression on his face changed slightly. Almost subconsciously, Wen He took a step forward and stood directly in front of Chen Yan.
Wen He's action made the Buddhist disciple subconsciously shift his gaze from Chen Yan's face to Wen He's body. His gaze paused on Wen He's face, and there seemed to be some curiosity, some doubt, and some thoughtfulness in his eyes.
The other party's eyes immediately made Shen Yan frown, and the dissatisfaction on his face was directly revealed. Although the Buddhist disciple in front of him looked almost exactly like him and might have a great relationship with him, or even said that the other party might be his previous life, but even so, he would not allow it. Shen Yan could not accept someone looking at the person he recognized with such eyes.
So, in the next moment, Shen Yan stretched out his hand without hesitation, and put one hand directly in front of Wen He's eyes, preventing him from making eye contact with Wen He. At this moment, Shen Yan looked at the other party without any obstruction, and the warning in his eyes and on his face was extremely obvious. Such an expression made the Buddhist disciple stunned. Looking at the expression on Shen Yan's face, he found it difficult to react. After a long time, he came back to his senses. But the Buddhist disciple was not angry. Instead, he became more interested, as if he was full of interest in Shen Yan and Wen He. He moved his feet, as if he was about to walk towards Shen Yan and the others.
But before the Buddhist disciple took a few steps, a burst of monks exclaimed from behind him, shouting, "Buddhist disciple, the man has been caught!"
In such an instant, the crowd began to stir. Several monks suppressed a middle-aged man with a pale face and dressed in linen clothes. On the hexagram formation in front of him, the copper coin slid directly into the circle in the center of the hexagram formation and stood up. The copper coins of other people were scattered in the hexagram formation and lay flat, but that copper coin stood up abruptly. It was obvious that the person who threw this copper coin was the middle-aged man who was suppressed by several monks.
Faced with the gazes that everyone couldn't avoid, the middle-aged man immediately resisted, cursing for a long time and desperately shouting that he was not suffering from the epidemic!
"No, it's not me! I'm not sick. You're mistaken. You must be mistaken. I don't have the plague. What can a copper coin prove? It just stood up by chance. You guys must have ganged up on me and made me a scapegoat!"
The middle-aged man kept resisting, thinking that such a hexagram did not mean anything and that someone must be making a mystery out of it. He almost pointed at the monks and cursed them, saying that the monks of the "Guanxing Temple" were slandering him and that he was clearly not sick, but they wanted to make him a scapegoat!
"It doesn't matter. You will know if this coin stood up accidentally or not if you throw it again." The Buddhist monk looked very calm about this. He gestured to the monks beside him. The monks understood and quickly came over with a bamboo basket of coins. At the same time, the monks who were suppressing the middle-aged man also let go of their hands, allowing the other party to throw the coins again.
The second coin, as if attracted by something, slid into the center circle of the hexagram just like the first coin, and then stopped upright...
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible..." The middle-aged man shouted, grabbed a handful of copper coins, walked to different positions, and threw them out at different angles.
However, all the thrown coins, like the two previous coins, copied their trajectories and slid into the center of the circle and stopped upright.
At this time, not only the expressions of the other pilgrims around changed, but even the expression of the middle-aged man changed suddenly. At the back, the middle-aged man directly took the copper coins and threw them at the monks, hoping to take this opportunity to stagger away.
The monks had already been prepared. The moment the other party tried to escape, the stronger monks surrounded him and soon subdued the middle-aged man again. They asked the abbot, "Abbot, we have subdued him. What should we do next?"
"Just hand it over to the officers and soldiers outside. Since they are here to look for someone, this matter should be over... Yan, you go and take a look." The abbot said this to the Buddhist disciple. The Buddhist disciple nodded and took the lead to walk to the front. At the gate of the Buddhist temple, it was indeed found that heavy troops had been stationed there at some point. Judging from the posture and formation, all the gates of their 'Star-gazing Temple' were probably surrounded.
Such a scene made the Buddhist disciple frown slightly, feeling that something was amiss. While the epidemic was devastating, was it necessary to maintain such a strict security presence? Furthermore, when had the imperial court ever reacted so quickly? Well, now that the matter was resolved, they could simply hand over the captured individuals to the authorities, and the matter would be over. The heavy troops would then naturally depart.
So, the Buddhist monk waved his hand and signaled the monks behind him to send the man to the officers and soldiers. As soon as the man was released, the middle-aged man rolled and crawled towards the thinner officer behind him, and directly shouted for mercy, saying that he would not do it again.
But at this moment, something strange happened. The soldier glanced at the middle-aged man, then waved his hand. The next moment, the sound of swords and knives rang out, and in an instant, the scene in front of him was blood-red. The soldiers killed the middle-aged man on the spot without hesitation. The head fell to the ground in an instant, and the glaring blood splattered all over the ground. The face of the man on the head was still filled with disbelief!
At this moment, the soldier who had hacked the man to death on the spot raised his voice and said loudly, "This man is not the one with the plague we are looking for, but because the 'Star Viewing Temple' has determined that he is suspicious, we have been ordered to kill him on the spot. We would rather kill one by mistake than let one go, so as to prevent future troubles!"
Such a statement made the Buddhist monk's face look a little ugly, and the other monks were even more angry. They subconsciously wanted to step forward to refute that it was impossible. It was impossible for their "Guanxing Temple" to make a mistake. That person was the one with the plague they were looking for!
But the monks' actions were all stopped by the Buddhist disciple. He just looked at the officers and soldiers in front of him quietly, then turned his attention to the middle-aged man who was already dead in front of him. He said "Amitabha", and asked the monks to take the man's body to the backyard to bury it, and instructed them to clean up the bloodstains in front of him.
Only then did he raise his head again and face the officers and soldiers before him, saying, "I didn't know that the imperial army could kill people at will. Since we have found the 'wrong' person, you gentlemen can just speak up. Although the 'Guanxing Temple' has never made a mistake in its calculations, it has also never said that it cannot accept the result of a 'miscalculation'."
The disciple's words were extremely cold, practically a direct criticism of the officers and soldiers before him. However, they didn't seem annoyed. Instead, they just gave a hypocritical bow, as if it was a matter of course, saying, "Buddha, you don't know. The plague in the nearby village is serious, with countless casualties. The emperor has issued a direct death order, demanding that the plague be nipped in the bud. If the plague gets out, we'll be the ones to die. We've come here with an immediate execution order. We'd rather kill one by mistake than let one go. I hope you can cooperate with us."
With that said, not only did the Buddhist disciple frown, but even Wen He couldn't help but frown as well. He felt that the officers and soldiers in front of him were completely fearless. They didn't look like they were here to capture people with the epidemic or suppress the epidemic. Instead, they looked more like they were here to "stir up trouble." And the person they were targeting was the Buddhist disciple who looked very similar to Shen Yan.
But these were far from the main point. This incident had the pilgrims, who had calmed down, panicked once more, and they couldn't help but discuss the situation. Some were clamoring in panic, wondering what they were doing. The soldiers had simply slaughtered people like that. Meanwhile, they were questioning the Guanxing Temple. Didn't they claim to have never made a mistake in their calculations? How could they have made a mistake now? Could the person afflicted with the plague be found? What if they couldn't? Were they trapped here, or would they soon be infected with the plague themselves?
Suddenly, panic spread among the crowd and intensified. More and more people could not bear the psychological pressure and started crying or cursing loudly.
Seeing this, the abbot asked the remaining people to toss their coins first to conduct a screening. The pilgrims listened to the abbot's words and went up one by one to toss their coins.
But at this time, it has to be admitted that the impetuous feeling has spread unconsciously, and, what is worse is that after all the remaining people have thrown the copper coins, no one can be like the middle-aged man before, with the copper coins standing upright in the center circle of the hexagram formation. Instead, all the copper coins are lying flat in the hexagram formation casually, without any special abnormalities.
So, after the last person threw the coin, the scene finally couldn't help but explode. In that instant, some tall and impatient pilgrims couldn't help but rush straight towards the abbot, cursing as they rushed forward. If the monks nearby hadn't stopped them quickly, those tall pilgrims would have probably attacked the abbot.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, with countless people questioning the actions of the "Guanxing Temple" and their emotions were on the verge of collapse.
"Don't you, the Star Observation Temple, know how to calculate anything? And you guarantee you won't make any mistakes, don't you? So what's going on now? Who is that person with the plague? Can you find him? Are you, the people of the Star Observation Temple, trying to kill us all? What if we get infected?!"
"No, I just got engaged in early March this year. I'll be marrying the person I love the most next year. I came to the Star Observation Temple just to ask for a lucky charm and fortune. Why is this happening? Why did this happen? I don't want this..."
"It's all your fault, Stargazing Temple. If we had really been infected with the plague, we would never have seen my family again. My poor grandson is only a month old. Who will take responsibility for this?"
As the cries of women, the curses of men, and the sighs of the old man continued to rise, the panic at the scene became more and more serious. Even the pilgrims who originally trusted the monks of the "Guanxing Temple" were shaken by the influence of others and could not help but frequently question the monks and abbots beside them.
Seeing the situation getting worse and worse, everyone seemed to subconsciously blame the "Guanxing Temple". But it was obviously not the fault of the "Guanxing Temple". The "Guanxing Temple" just opened the temple gate as usual to accept pilgrims to burn incense and listen to scriptures. The person suffering from the plague mixed in among the pilgrims and broke in. What does that have to do with the "Guanxing Temple"?
At this point, Wen He couldn't help herself any longer, especially when she heard the pilgrims' increasingly harsh words. She tried to hold it back, but finally couldn't help it. She subconsciously wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Chen Yan. He shook his head and whispered in Wen He's ear, "Don't rush in. Don't forget, we are now in an illusion. No matter whether this illusion is completely fictional or a trace of history, no matter which one it is, we can't interfere casually. Once we interfere, it will be even more difficult to escape from the illusion..."
Wen He certainly understood what Chen Yan said. She just couldn't help but feel angry. After all, to a certain extent, if the "Stargazing Temple" in front of them really existed, then it should also be a place for the development of a metaphysical school. It's just that they were Buddhist disciples. As people in the metaphysical world, Wen He couldn't help but watch them being slandered.
Fortunately, she was not the only one who felt unwilling and angry. At the moment when she was held by Chen Yan, a young monk was so angry that he squeezed into the crowd and protected the abbot. With a red face and extremely angry, he cursed back, and his voice broke.
"What do you want to do to our abbot? What's the fault of our 'Guanxing Temple'? Did we, the 'Guanxing Temple', force you to come? Or is it that my master and fellow apprentices won't let you leave the 'Guanxing Temple'? The main gate of the 'Guanxing Temple' is over there, and there are three other side gates on the side, all wide open. You are welcome to exit through whichever gate you wish."
"That's nice to say, but do you think we don't want to leave? Aren't there heavily guarded troops outside? Didn't you see it just now? If we rush out like this, we'll be beheaded by those soldiers!"
"What does that have to do with us, the Star Observation Temple? We, the Star Observation Temple, are not going to chop off your heads. If you want to cry and curse, go cry and curse at those guys outside. This has nothing to do with my master and fellow apprentices!"
The young monk Changsheng was obviously extremely angry, his face was red with anger, and when he was angry, he was quite imposing, totally unlike the extremely nervous look when he was fortune-telling just now. When he was angry like this, those noisy pilgrims did restrain themselves. To be honest, they knew that the monks of Guanxing Temple did not stop them from leaving, but the officers and soldiers outside did.
But those soldiers had just acted with death warrants, chopping off people without explanation. It was clear they wouldn't let anyone out until they found the "infected person"! In such a situation, how could the pilgrims dare to approach the temple gate? They were so afraid of being beheaded by the soldiers that they could only subconsciously vent their fear and resentment on the abbot and monks of Guanxing Temple.
At this moment, the voice of the Buddha's disciple came over, and he said, "Changsheng, didn't I tell you not to get angry easily?"
"But, Senior Brother, they are..." Upon hearing this, the young monk Changsheng subconsciously retorted.
However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the Buddhist disciple, "Alright, Changsheng, you help Master go downstairs to rest first. As for the others... I think it's not too late now, why don't you rest and have dinner first? Since making a fuss now is useless, I wonder if you could give us some time to think of a solution."
The Buddha's words sounded very humble and easy-going, but the expression on his face was completely different. Even the words were not a question, but an affirmative sentence. He was not consulting the opinions of other pilgrims, but directly arranging them. The expression of indifference and implicit coercion on his face clearly said, "If you don't follow my arrangements, you can do whatever you want."
Suddenly, the pilgrims looked at each other, and were actually a little afraid of the Buddhist in front of them. However, if they did not follow the arrangements of the Buddhist, they really did not know what to do.
There was no other way. Although they were unwilling, they could only follow the arrangements of the Buddha, take a rest first and then think of other ways. Soon, all the pilgrims were arranged by the monks. However, because the number of pilgrims was really too large, even though the "Guanxing Temple" was large and had many guest rooms, it was impossible to accommodate them all. They could only arrange several people in one room. Some monks even gave up their own places and squeezed in with other monks.
After the young monk Changsheng helped the abbot back to the room to rest, he and other brothers quickly got busy arranging for the pilgrims to rest. But perhaps because he had been scolded by the Buddhist before, his face looked a bit sour and he seemed unhappy. When he passed by the Buddhist, the expression on his face was unconsciously aggrieved. No wonder, if the young monk Changsheng admired the Buddhist, being scolded by the Buddhist would be more uncomfortable than anything else. Even if the Buddhist's scolding was light, he still felt very uncomfortable. He even turned his head away and was unwilling to meet the Buddhist's eyes.
But just as they passed by, they were stopped by the Buddhist disciple. He sighed softly and said in words that only the two of them could hear, "Silly child, it's not worth it for us to be angry with those who don't deserve it."
This was an explanation of the Buddha's previous lecture. It wasn't because the young monk Changsheng had done anything wrong, but because he felt it wasn't worth getting angry about. Suddenly, Changsheng's face brightened up like the sky after a rainstorm. Obviously, his mood had improved a lot. He quickly responded, "I understand, Senior Brother. I'll get back to work now."
The voice was loud and clear, and it was obvious that all the previous depression and grievances were swept away, and the expression was much brighter.
Seeing this scene, Wen He couldn't help but look back and forth between the Buddhist disciple and Shen Yan. The more she looked, the more she felt that the two men were really alike, especially when threatening others. They were exactly the same, except that the Buddhist disciple was more restrained, while Shen Yan was more unrestrained and unscrupulous. However, this was also related to their personalities and the background of the times.
Shortly after the young monk Changsheng left, the Buddhist disciple once again looked towards Chen Yan and Wen He, and said, "Two donors, would you mind coming to my room to chat with me in detail? Just because we have similar faces, I think it's necessary for us to chat."
Sure enough, the Buddhist disciple in front of him had already seen through Shen Yan's little magic when their eyes met before, and saw that his appearance was similar to his. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said such words now. But what should we do now? Should we respond to his words?
Subconsciously, Wen He looked towards Chen Yan, not knowing what to do. Chen Yan gave Wen He a soothing look, asking her to calm down. Then he looked up at the Buddhist disciple opposite him and said, "Okay, that's great. I want to talk to you too."
As he spoke, the Buddhist disciple opposite smiled slightly, made a 'please' gesture, and walked with Chen Yan and Wen He into the inner hall of the 'Star Viewing Temple'. He casually instructed the monks beside him to bring them a cup of tea and a plate of snacks later, as he wanted to chat with the two pilgrims.
The inner hall of the 'Stargazing Temple' was large, but the Buddhist disciple's room was not far away. It didn't take long for them to arrive. As soon as they pushed open the door to the room, Wen He felt that the similarity between Chen Yan and the Buddhist disciple became stronger.
The layout of the room in front of him was simply a replica of Shen Yan's room in the Shen family mansion in modern times. Apart from the influence of the times, the layout was almost exactly the same. The layout of both of their rooms was extremely simple, so simple that there was almost nothing in it, except for some necessities, such as beds, tables, etc. The rest were all books, which almost took up one-third of the entire room, and were kept extremely simple and almost spotless.
Not long after they sat down, a monk came and knocked on the door, bringing in tea and a few plates of snacks. He greeted Chen Yan and Wen He politely, and without asking any more questions, he quickly left.
But after that, the Buddhist disciple did not get to the point immediately. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and skillfully poured a cup of tea for each of Chen Yan and Wen He. After pouring, he said, "Please try it. If there is anything that I like most about this 'Guanxing Temple', it is the tea produced in our mountains. Let's see if it suits your taste."
The tea was good; Wen He knew it after just a sip. However, it was obvious that no matter how good the tea was, he was not in the mood to enjoy it right now. However, the two people at the center of the matter were reluctant to get to the point, and Wen He didn't know how to start.
After all, the Buddhist disciple in front of her said that the person he wanted to talk in detail was not her, but Shen Yan next to her. But now, neither of them spoke, and Wen He could only be anxious. After a long time, she didn't even dare to hum, and could only quietly look at the two people in front of her, especially the Buddhist disciple. The face that was very similar to Shen Yan made her even more curious.
Perhaps because he had been gazing at her for too long, after a while, the Buddhist disciple unexpectedly turned his head slightly and met Wen He's gaze directly. There was a hint of smile in his eyes, but it startled Wen He so much that she choked on her tea several times. And now, it was as if he had stepped on Chen Yan's tail. While patting Wen He's back gently, trying to make her feel more comfortable, he faced the person opposite him directly, and fully released the aura that had been restrained. In the next moment, Chen Yan spoke directly: "Even if you are my past life, you are you, I am me, and Wen He is mine. Don't do anything to her casually, otherwise what will be the consequences? I think there is no need to say more, you know it."
Of course Fozi knew, after all, the two of them had almost the same personality. He was very clear about how he would react and what he would do if someone he cared about was hurt. Moreover, Fozi did not seem to show any surprise at Shen Yan's words "You are my previous life", as if he had known about the relationship between the two of them for a long time. No, there was still a slightly different reaction. At this moment, he just stared at the expression on Shen Yan's face, and suddenly he smiled as if it was very interesting.
"I never imagined I'd actually be so protective of a woman. Would this be my reaction when I met my sweetheart? I used to think I'd be single until I died. I didn't think it mattered much before, after all, I'm not particularly interested in love affairs. But seeing myself like this, I suddenly find it interesting again. By the way, what's your name? Is it also a single name with the character 'Yan'? My name is 'Tang Yan', and the 'Tang' is the surname of my adoptive father, the abbot. But my real name should be 'Li Yan', but I'm afraid I won't have much chance of using it."
The Buddhist disciple before him had the surname "Li," and "Li" was the imperial surname, forbidden to ordinary people. This meant that the disciple's true origins were actually royal. Suddenly, Wen He couldn't help but recall the legend of the legendary Buddhist figure Chen Yan had mentioned earlier. That disciple also seemed to be of royal descent. Add to that the sudden outbreak of the "epidemic," and could it be that... this person before him had some connection to this legendary Buddhist figure? But that wasn't the point. The key point was... why was it "also"?
Chen Yan seemed to be aware of this question. He frowned slightly and seemed to think for a moment before speaking, "I am indeed named 'Yan' with the single character 'Yan' as my surname, 'Chen', but why 'Ye'? How did you know I would also choose a name like 'Yan'?"
"That's because in every life, even if our surnames are different, we all have the same single character 'Yan' as our name, and every life, we will die alone. Why do you ask this? After each generation turns eighteen, we will know the history of each of our previous lives, right...?"
Tang Yan said this as a matter of course. He thought that Shen Yan in front of him knew everything, because in his memory, in every life before him, he knew all his past lives. Although the age of awakening was slightly different, the earliest was eighteen years old and the latest was twenty-eight years old, but he could not avoid this strange circle. Because of this, he was not surprised when he heard Shen Yan say the word "past life" just now, although he didn't know why he met them now.
But after Tang Yan finished speaking, he looked up and saw Chen Yan's brows tightened even more, and a face with a little surprise. He suddenly felt that something was wrong, especially the little girl next to him, who was staring at him with shock and disbelief. Tang Yan suddenly reacted and looked at Chen Yan's face with even greater surprise. He blurted out a sentence, "No... Look at your expressions, could it be that you don't know, Chen Yan? You haven't awakened yet...? Then how do you know I am your past life...?"
"I don't know what awakening you're talking about. But I can tell you that I, Chen Yan, am Chen Yan. I only have memories of this life, and I don't have any messy memories. As for why I'm so sure you're my past life, isn't that easy? I'm not so sure I can't even recognize myself. It's not just because of the similarity in appearance, but also because of other aspects of my personality and thoughts. There's no possibility of mistake."
Chen Yan said this, seeming to be very unhappy with Tang Yan's current expression. After hearing what Chen Yan said, Tang Yan was stunned for the first time. After a while, as if he had touched a funny spot, he suddenly laughed out loud. This kind of laughter made Chen Yan feel even more unhappy, and his brows knitted tighter. After a long while, Tang Yan finally stopped laughing. Looking at Chen Yan's extremely serious expression opposite him, he slowly said: "It's better not to know. It's better not to know... However, I hope that if one day in the future, you really wake up, then I hope you can still stay the way you are now. This kind of 'self', I rarely feel like I can like it."
It's so rare to feel like someone...? What does this mean? Could it be that Tang Yan in front of me really hates me?
Thinking this way, Wen He asked almost subconsciously. Tang Yan didn't seem to shy away from such a question. Instead, he responded with a smile. However, the smile on his face didn't reach his eyes. There seemed to be a piece of ice buried in them. Tang Yan responded like this: "Yes, I do. I really hate myself, especially since I awakened and saw more... It's just that I didn't expect it. I thought you would be the same as me, but in the end, you are different. No, it should be said that there is still a huge difference. We are not the same."
For the rest of the sentence, Tang Yan's voice was very low, almost inaudible, as if he was mumbling to himself, and even making some self-deprecating remarks. But not long after, Tang Yan quickly returned to his previous indifferent look, and leaned forward slightly to refill their teacups with tea.
Then, everyone fell silent again, no matter if it was Tang Yan or Chen Yan. Judging from the expression on Chen Yan's face, he seemed to want to ask something, but he stared at Tang Yan opposite him for a long time, but still did not speak, or perhaps he did not intend to speak, as if he knew that he could no longer ask anything, and the atmosphere around them suddenly became somewhat depressing and gloomy for some reason, so depressing that Wen He did not dare to speak, but just drank tea nervously, and actually drank several cups of the fine tea in succession.
I don't know how long I have endured it, I endured it,
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