She liked Feng Xie, and she thought he would be like Jimo, just a gentle memory in her heart. But it wasn't until he stood on the opposite side of fate that she realized that her liking for him was more than just a liking.

That night, dreams bloomed, and the old man's smile was still clear. He said that only when the heart hurts the most is true love. So how painful is my heart now? Is it more painful than when brother Mu Cheng got married? Yes

Isn't it any more painful than when you married far away?

Jian Yao ran into a woman's arms head-on. She heard a maid yelling: "Be careful! Don't hit my lady!"

Jian Yao's vision was blurry. Standing among the crowd, he could only feel the beating heartbeat in his chest and the shouts deep in his heart:

"It hurts! It really... hurts..."

"Hey! Why don't you speak? Miss, you seem to be a fool!"

"Yu'er, don't argue with her, let's go!"

"Miss, do you know whether the paper kites in Fushou Temple this year will be comparable to those in previous years?"

“You’ll know if you go and see it?”

"Haha, yes! Let's go quickly! Hey, miss, that fool just now was wearing the same clothes as you..."

The girl's voice gradually faded away, and Jian Yao retreated to the corner of the street. Do you love me? Do I love Feng Xie?

But in the reincarnation of fate, my love with him and all the tenderness and absurdity, with the changing life scenes, will it become the last covered card in a gamble...

"Gah..."

"Help……"

A sharp metal collision sounded in the ears, and the crowd suddenly dispersed. A brown horse ran wildly on the street like crazy. Jian Yao huddled on the corner of the street, watching the chaos helplessly. Some people cried.

, someone shouted, and with the crisp sound of shattering objects, Jian Yao saw a figure similar to himself lying silently under the horse's hooves...

It turns out that people... are so fragile...

Accompanied by a short and sharp cry, the woman lay silently under the horse's hooves. It was the sound of a life as young as herself. Jian Yao's chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe, and death was so close at that moment.

, she suddenly understood the fear of brother Mu Cheng. She hugged her shoulders tightly, but her body felt cold.

But the horse was still running, and more and more screams came one after another. At the moment when Jian Yao's eyes became empty, a loud roar suddenly resounded through the sky. A man on the street blocked the frightened horse with his bare hands, waiting for the horse's hooves to raise.

The moment he got up, a man jumped forward, grabbed the horse's two front hooves with both hands, turned around and threw such a huge beast behind him.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and a large group of people surrounded the intersection. The originally small intersection was suddenly filled to the brim.

But Jian Yao stepped back step by step, looking at Feng Xie standing in the center of the crowd, and found that he missed him so much at this moment, the intensity of missing him penetrated his entire body in an instant, and it was a heartbreaking pain.

But at this time, Feng Xie, who had stopped the frightened horse, staggered towards the crowd regardless of the praise of the people around him. Jian Yao looked at him blankly. He had never seen him like that before. He was so calm, rational and calm.

, all the fun is gone.

Did he think the woman lying under the horse's hooves was me?

Jian Yao was frightened by the expression on his face. Not only her, but also the people watching and sighing were also intimidated by such a man's fear and made way for him.

Jian Yao felt that her vision was always blurry. She reached out to touch her eyes, but her hands were filled with tears.

She and Feng Xie just stood in the busy space, with life and death as the background, and then saw that the man and woman between herself and Feng Xie were just in pure love, and they were also panicking, fearful and suffering for the unknown fate.

My tears were not only for the love between me and him, but also for fear, very, very scared. Maybe the source of fear was the same as him who was desperately trying to squeeze into the crowd...

With tears streaming down her face, Jian Yao rushed out from the corner, trying to find his back in the crowd, that lazy smiling face that could be seen just by turning around. Where had he gone at this time?

Jian Yao felt dizzy for a while, and her body was pushed hard and fell to one side. At this time, a pair of strong hands hugged her tightly from behind. The power seemed to pass through the body, clinging to the bones, passing through

The fear just now deepened the meaning of the bond.

Jian Yao turned around, with tears in his eyes, and finally opened his hands that had never responded completely, and passed through his body, using all the strength and courage in his soul to hug each other tightly.

Can't bear to bear... can't bear to bear...

This man who ran in fear for himself, this man who always provided warmth when he was most vulnerable, could not bear to... not love...

Even if the flowers bloom and fall, even if the years are ruthless, they meet, not at this intersection, but at the next street corner...

"Silly girl, stop crying. Can I take you to see the Paper Kite?"

Feng Xie patted Jian Yao's back, feeling sorry for her tears due to fear. Jian Yao raised his head and smiled. That smile, with all the childishness of yesterday, was lost in the river of life, and at that moment he also understood Feng Xie's

The eyes, the blue eyes looking at her contained love, neither intimacy nor warmth nor consideration, but only a lot of love.

"good!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, holding hands and walking along the flow of people.

"Feng Xie, your hand is injured!"

"It doesn't matter, I just scraped a horseshoe. This little blood can be replenished by eating two eggs!"

"Feng Xie..."

The river of time flows slowly with fate, and it brings Jian Yao to that day when she meets him and falls in love with him. It is not until she understands the feelings in her heart that Jian Yao realizes her fragility, facing fate and the unknown

She didn't have the courage to bet on her future. But the palms of their hands were still clear, with Feng Xie's mottled blood there, but Jian Yao really couldn't see his future...

Jian Yao looked up at the free and happy elves flying in the wind and clouds, and murmured to himself:

"The paper kite is also a bird. It also has a nest, dreams and worries."

"The sky is its nest!"

Feng Xie stood by the arch bridge over the lotus pond, waving the light pink paper kite in his hand from a distance. He smiled lightly at Jian Yao, with a string of ripples at the corners of his mouth, which was comfortable and moving. His smile was as pure as a floating cloud, like the first grass in spring hair.

, the white mist floats up from the mountain spring and the breathtaking clearness between heaven and earth...

"Want to let go?"

"think!"

"Will you let it go?"

"Won't!"

"I'll teach you!"

So the rough big palm tightly wrapped Jian Yao's delicate catkin.

The wind, with its coolness and comfort, caressed the ivy leaves on the courtyard wall. In the dense overlapping and greenery, it gently told the love for the world. An unknown bird flew down quietly.
Chapter completed!