Climbing a high and lyrics is unique to the ancients. Ye Wudao, who recites "Ding Fengbo", does not have that kind of leisure and elegance, but it does not mean that others do not. The top student from Peking University moistened his voice and began to be inhumane auditory destruction. Even people like Ye Wudao could not bear it, and they wanted to throw him to the foot of the mountain, let alone Duan Shaopeng and Yan Qingwu, who only listened to symphony, the boy who could not bear it, was scolded countless times in the country for a while. Who knew that the guy was not moved at all, which made Ye Wudao admire his powerful nerves.

When Yan Qingwu, who had a short rest, looked down at the foot of the mountain and whispered to himself: "At a glance at the small mountains, it seems that we should go out for a walk and relax. Dad, you are right, what position should a person climb to and what kind of vision should he have."

"not necessarily."

Ye Wudao looked into the distance and shook his head. He had seen too many people from the bottom in this world, with their ambitions and minds, either died because of fate, gave up because of women, or sought self-destruction because of their own shortcomings. Even in China, he had met many talents, not geniuses with superior origins like Li Xuanhuang, Dugu Huang, or Zhuge Langjun, but monsters like Xiao Pojun, Chen Polu and Ning Biencheng who crawled out of the slums step by step. Because Ye Wudao saw too many, he was able to be indifferent. The reason why the old man was calm was that their rich experience allowed their life flexibility to be long enough.

"The height of standing and the human vision are neither sufficient nor necessary conditions, but..." Ye Wudao said softly. While Yan Qingwu was waiting for him to write, he was meditated. Mu Xi's safety was fine, but if this assassination continued, the Buddha would be angry, not to mention Ye Wudao, a "hell dealer" who did shameless things, was also given the nickname by Caesaradi, the honorary chairman of the European mercenary. The reason was that the shadow Leng Feng ruined his entire elite wolf lion army.

"Who are those people? Why are you killed? Who are you?" Yan Qingwu said lightly. Others have gradually moved away.

"I have no choice but to warn you that many things. I don't know is the safest." Ye Wudao replied to his spirit, ignoring Yan Qingwu and starting to climb the mountain. His world was only for Murong Xuehen and Yang Ningsu, two women who were related to him, otherwise they would be Cai Yuguan and Han Yun. He didn't mention it at all, just as if he wanted to put the right to choose in Shangguan Mingyue's hands. Ye Wudao still did not stubbornly occupy them for the rest of his life in his subconscious.

ah!

A scream sounded behind Ye Wudao. Yan Qingwu's weaker body rolled down the cliff and was about to fall down the mountain. If she fell in this place, unless she was Superman, she would definitely die. There was absolutely no possibility of survival. Even the goddess of luck was a homosexual, she could not save Yan Qingwu.

Ye Wudao, who was shocked, jumped over, grabbed Yan Qingwu's hand at the last moment, and shouted, "Don't let go!"

Yan Qingwu, whose body was floating on the cliff, looked up at the man, and there was no panic in his sleep. He seemed to have a sad look of relief. She just stared at the clear eyes above her head, dark and deep, and there was no slight and evil spirit that could not be forgotten at this moment. Who said that only a twenty-year-old man in the novel and movie had the look of a thirty-year-old man in the novel and movie.

"Don't be afraid, I will save you." Ye Wudao said firmly. He didn't expect such a low-level mistake to happen. Did this woman's usual shrewd head into a mud? How could she be so childish and ridiculous that she would fall off the cliff? It's so vulgar plot! If you die here, then the Yan family will really go crazy.

"If I die, will you remember me? If I don't die, will you forget me?" Yan Qingwu asked sadly and beautifully, and at such a critical moment of life and death, she was not worried about her safety at all.

"I'm not dead, I'll forget it. If I die, I'll remember it. But I won't give you a chance, because the person I want to save only once in the nearly 100 missions. Obviously you are not as lucky." Ye Wudao was arbitrarily pulled up this somewhat inexplicable woman.

"I'm dead, my family will definitely deal with you and attribute all the mistakes to you, and then you will hate me for the rest of your life. In this way, it will be difficult for you to forget me. Life is only a hundred years, and not everyone can do things according to their own wishes. Many times, I envy you and envy you for choosing your own life. Even if you don't fall in love with you, you are the first man I try to love. Really, I don't lie, I'm indecent." Yan Qingwu closed her eyes, tears of determination slid down her cheeks, and she easily opened her hands. Her body, which was about to be pulled up, was dark and gorgeous again.

Ye Wudao's originally indifferent eyes were quietly bright, but it was just a momentary thing, and it soon returned to silence, the kind that was neither lukewarm nor hot nor tepid, the kind that was casual and lazy. He witnessed too many life and death, without the so-called touch, only fatigue.

"I want to die? It's not that easy, especially when facing me. If I choose to do the second time, I won't stop you."

When Yan Qingwu opened her eyes, she found that she had escaped from danger, and the man had already climbed the mountain quickly and ignored her. Yan Qingwu, who seemed to have died, suddenly felt enlightened, and the rich stagnant sadness between her eyebrows faded a little. Just now, she really wanted to die, and kept up with Ye Wudao, who was not too fast, and said sincerely: "Thank you."

"I don't need to thank me. I just don't want to get into too much trouble in Beijing. I'm already having a headache now. If it were someone else, I would have saved it, but if I were not the closest person to her, I wouldn't have saved it." Ye Yuandao said coldly.

"If I weren't closest to you just now, would you still save me?" Yan Qingwu's cold eyes were filled with lightness and cunning.

"Want to know the answer?" Ye Wudao sneered.

"Think!" Yan Qingwu gave him a somewhat unexpected answer.

"There are not so many assumptions in life, so there are not so many answers." Ye Wudao stopped talking and climbed the mountain silently.

"Coward." Yan Qingwu seemed to know the answer, and the corners of her mouth quietly curled up.

When they arrived at the open space on the top of the mountain, Duan Shaopeng had been waiting for them for a long time. Four guys actually sat on the ground and played poker. The others were immersed in self-indulgence, as if conquering this mountain was conquering all the women in the world. Duan Shaopeng and a few good classmates were smoking there. Seeing Yan Qingwu's figure, they threw down cigarette butts and despised the guy who started reciting again, Duan Shaopeng sighed and said, "Have you ever been together?"

"Yes, why? Shaopeng, your parents have introduced you to a partner, too?" a boy teased.

"Nonsense, they are all dinosaur-level. I don't understand. Does it mean that even aesthetics are so different after the generation gap?" Duan Shaopeng said depressedly.

"I just applied for a visa and officially broke up with my current girlfriend. If I don't go out because of her, I'm a fool. If she is still waiting for me four or five years later, she will be sick. Our generation is so realistic. My parents still let us get engaged first. It's really funny. I really don't understand if my parents want to hold their grandson and are crazy. Who dares to say that she won't cuckold me? No matter how conservative or infatuated women are, they can't stand loneliness." Another boy couldn't help smoking again.

Yan Qingwu and Ye Wudao obviously had a bit of a lonely family. Yan Qingwu sat on his back bag and beat his calves and whispered: "You really don't want to know what my family is for? Don't want to know what kind of past I have? Don't want to know what kind of person I am? Or do you disdain to know?"

"It's even more meaningless to pursue things." Ye Wudao put down his backpack, took out the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, lit it, and still looked away with his back to Yan Qingwu.

"Not all big trees are broken by wind and rain; not all seeds cannot find the roots of the earth. Not all dreams are willing to break their wings by reality; not all feelings are lost in the numb desert and the passing of regret." Yan Qingwu murmured. Now she would not talk about the pain of rolling down the cliff just now, even the blisters on the soles of her feet and palms were enough to make ordinary girls complain.

Ye Wudao suddenly squatted down to look for something, and finally pulled out some unknown grass leaves in Yan Qingwu's doubts, walked to her, and said lightly: "Extend your hand."

Yan Qingwu gently stretched out his delicate hands covered with blisters, as shocking as Li Muxi's soles. Li Muxi had Ye Wudao to help her backpack, but she walked here alone. Ye Wudao held the slightly trembling little snowy little hand, poked the blisters with a silver slender needle that was transformed from somewhere, and then applied the kneaded herbs on Yan Qingwu's hand, saying: "People like you can easily leave traces on your palms, and you can also apply this herb on your own when you go back. It's much better than the medicine you have, and there are no side effects."

Yan Qingwu rolled down a tear and stared at Ye Wudao, who was bowing his head, choked and said, "Hanshan asked: How to deal with it in the world slandering me, bullying me, laughing at me, despising me, despising me, hate me, and lying me?"

Ye Wudao chuckled and said, "Shide Dari: Just tolerate him, let him, let him avoid him, be patient, respect him, ignore him, and stay for a few more years, and you can see him."

"do you like me?"

"I like. I used to."

At that moment, Yan Qingwu burst into tears.

"There will be an isolated island survival game later. Do you want to participate?" Yan Qingwu said with a forced smile.

Ye Wudao shook his head.

"I know there are many women you should know who will participate." Yan Qingwu said persistently.

"For example." Ye Wudao frowned.

"Xiao Lingyin, the former president of your Ye Group Greater China, and our alumni Qi Yin." The moment Yan Qingwu let go of herbs after Ye Wudao put on herbs, she felt heartbroken and lost her mind.

"I'll participate." Ye Wudao sneered.

"Let's take a picture?" Yan Qingwu, who was not allowed to refuse, gave the camera to the only girl who participated in mountaineering besides her. She stood beside Ye Yuandao. When the girl pressed the shutter with her blessing eyes, Yan Qingwu quietly leaned her head on Ye Wudao's shoulder, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and her autumn eyes were desolate.
Chapter completed!