How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 231 Walking into the morning fog, falling into the twilight clouds (69)

   "Nothing."

  Wen Xien's tone is clear and clear, like a clear spring drifting on the mountain. At this moment, it hits Feng Yansheng's heart, sweet but cold, making people feel cold for no reason.

   His heart suddenly hurt, Feng Yansheng let go of his hand, staggered back a few steps, and pressed his hand, his eyes were a little red.

   The little prince of the Feng family, who has always been afraid of the sky and the earth, is in a state of embarrassment at this moment.

"Do you... have a heart?" he asked in a dry voice, he stepped forward and put his hands on Wen Xien's face gently, his tone was a little crazy, "every time I stand in front of you full of guilt, you want to laugh, right? ?"

   "So many days... I've been following you like a **** dog for so many days! Why can't you look at me!"

   "Why Jon! You tell me why!"

   He roared hissingly, his eyes full of arrogance and wanton were a complete mess, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged slightly, which made his handsome face a bit more hideous.

   Feng Yansheng has now been burned by anger and all his reason. He is wronged, he is in pain, and he is about to die.

   But the person who was about to die, who made him uncomfortable, just looked at him so quietly, as if he was looking at an unimportant person.

  The love of a young man is a kind of spark that turns into a spark. When a little spark is discovered, it has the potential to start a prairie fire, burning out the grass in his heart. He likes it so jerkily and enthusiastically that he even misses his breath.

   But the person he likes doesn't need his like.

   His palm slowly slid down, and he clenched Wen Xien's clothes tightly, his voice trembled a little, as if tears would fall from his eyes in the next second, "Before Mingming... It wasn't like this before Mingming..."

   Wen Xien would still smile at him before.

   also touched his head.

   also speaks to him.

   I said it before, see you tomorrow.

   But the next day, he couldn't see anyone and disappeared without a sound. He didn't blame her.

  A person with delicate and picturesque eyebrows, curled eyelashes fluttering gently, like a butterfly flapping its wings. Feng Yansheng was stunned when he saw the mung bean-sized self in her dark and bright eyes.

   "Don't like me."

  Wen Xien seemed to have seen through his mind. Her tone was not cold or mean, but soft.

   But this soft voice still sprinkled on his stitched wound like salt, making him bloody.

   "Do you think Lao Tzu likes you very rarely?" Feng Yansheng lowered his head, he put his forehead on Wen Xien's shoulder, his eyes were blurry, as if a drowning person saw it through the sea.

   He wanted to cry, but he opened his mouth and could only feel a suffocating cold.

   There may be a large part of his psychological problems. He doesn't want to lose face in front of Wen Xien, and he can't continue to be embarrassed. He wants to restore that poor self-esteem.

  Wen Xien looked blankly, she felt a little pain in her chin, and the short hair of the boy was very prickly.

   In fact, if Feng Yansheng was still sensible, he should be able to faintly perceive that something was wrong with Wen Xien, but no, how could the young and arrogant Feng Yansheng stand Wen Xien's rejection time and time again.

   Feng Yansheng tried his best to control his emotions, he took a step back, lowered his eyelashes and looked at Wen Xien calmly.

   If it wasn't for his eyes still red, Wen Xien would have thought it was a hallucination just now.

   "Jon..." Feng Yansheng's five fingers hanging on his side slowly squeezed, the blood vessels on the back of his hands burst out, and even trembled slightly, as if suppressing extremely terrifying emotions.

   "I really regret it, you said why I fell in love with a heartless person like you, I was just **** blind!"

   After Feng Yansheng said this, he stopped looking at Wen Xien's pale face, turned and left decisively, raising his feet gradually faster, almost running.

   He escaped from the school, stopped in front of a convenience store, bought a few bottles of wine, and sat on a bench sipping beer.

   It rained halfway through, and the boy seemed to have lost all sense of his body, letting the rain fall on him.

  Feng Yansheng's voice seemed to have a faint choking in the torrential rain, "Jon, you really have no conscience..."

  Whether he was drinking beer, rain, or tears, he couldn't tell.

   The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and some of the rain flowed into his eyes, making it impossible for him to distinguish whether the place covered by the rain was real or not.

  Sometimes he really felt like he was trapped in a rain curtain.

   he thought to himself, Jon, you're so **** clueless.

   Feng Yansheng has been in M ​​City for more than a year. Since the last time he called Mr. Feng, they have already urged him to go home. I don't know how many calls have been made.

   Even the air ticket has been booked, Feng Yansheng will be somewhat unwilling when he goes back, some things are said to be put down, I do not lack you.

   But only Feng Yansheng knew how reluctant he was, and it wasn't the city that was reluctant, but the people in the city.

   He and Wen Xien sent a text message, even at the last glance, Feng Yansheng still wanted to see it, especially wanted to see it.

   is the last time.

   In front of the security check window, a tall and handsome boy did not line up, but turned his head and seemed to be looking for someone in the crowd.

   Feng Yansheng has changed a lot in this year, whether it is his personality or temperament.

  A handsome young man with thin lips pursed tightly, with an aura that is neither angry nor arrogant, with a short head and a tough face.

   It turned out that the subordinates who picked him up were a little surprised, the changes of the boy this year.

   After all, he used to be the kind of scumbag gangster who was a bit more upscale than the third-rate gangsters, and he didn't have the temperament that a noble boy should have.

   Feng Yansheng rubbed his phone, he knew that Wen Xien would come.

   Sure enough, Wen Xien was late when he was about to check in.

   Across people coming and going, Feng Yansheng almost caught the person he wanted to see at a glance.

   The young man smiled, and that smile should have been like the first melting of ice and snow, but Wen Xien only felt the coolness behind him when he saw it.

   Wen Xien stood there for a while before walking over.

Feng Yansheng hugged Wen Xien without saying a word. He hugged Wen Xien tightly, and buried his head in her neck. The hot breath he exhaled seemed to burn a layer of skin, and the bones of Wen Xien hurt a little. .

   "Jon, I will definitely find something better than you." Feng Yansheng said childishly angry words.

  Wen Xien raised his hand slowly, and hesitantly touched the boy's head, his short hair was a bit tangled, just like him.

   "You will." Wen Xien's voice was hoarse and the pitch was low.

   Feng Yansheng smiled.

   The tip of his nose was the familiar cold fragrance, Feng Yansheng took a deep breath, and he slowly released his hand after the next subordinate urged him three times.

   (end of this chapter)