Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The imagined scene of eating by the second-floor window, enjoying delicious food and wine while feeling the evening breeze and looking at the street view is no longer there.

In the closed windowless box, Ye Kong poured a small cup of sake into the glass without any expression, handed it to Wen Can, and poured another cup for himself.

The two sat face to face in the dim light, across a not-so-wide long table.

Ye Kong kept her head down, but Wen Can held the cup and stared at her.

After a while, he raised his hand to touch her forehead and made a stretching motion.

Ye Kong was stunned and raised his head: "What are you doing?"

"You frowned."

"Really? I didn't know that."

Ye Kong muttered and touched his brow, then made a sound that sounded like a sigh: "Humans really are creatures who love gossip - and their eyesight is also very good."

Wen Can's mouth curled up slightly: "It is precisely because of this that I can use public opinion to achieve some goals, so this is also a good thing."

"You are really optimistic."

Ye Kong looked up at him: "Have you been so optimistic since you were a child?"

"Probably." Wen Can raised his head and drank the wine in the small cup. He paused for two seconds before speaking, "Actually, it was my mother who taught me. I just learned the basics."

Ye Kong recalled the woman he had only met once and nodded: "She is indeed a very optimistic person. It seems that she can smile no matter what the situation is."

His eyes fell on Wen Can again: "So you are the same as her."

Wen Can shook his head: "I am different from her. Her smile is always genuine, because she feels from the bottom of her heart that no matter what situation a person is in, as long as he is willing to think and look for it, he will always find things to be thankful for. She thinks that developing such a mentality is good for survival, so she spares no effort to teach the same mentality to each of her students, and I am the one who learns the worst among them."

"..." Ye Kong leaned forward silently, raised his hands, and used his index fingers to pull the corners of the man's mouth upwards, pulling it into a smile. "It's amazing that you have tried hard to fake a smile in the past seven years. I'm still not very skilled at 'smiling'."

In the dim, dreamlike light, Ye Kong curled his lips at him, his eyes also slightly curved, an expression that seemed ambiguous, but could almost be described as gentle.

"If we are both not proficient in real laughter, let's learn and improve together in the future."

"One day, we will be able to laugh heartily together. By then, you will be Chi Wandao's best student."

The fairy tale king speaks like a fairy tale.

The expression, the look in the eyes, the voice, the tone of voice… even the fingers poking at the face, the rough touch of the bandages on the fingers…

In this box surrounded by whispers, in this enclosed and dim light, her entire existence turned into a fairy tale as soft as clouds and as dreamy as the stars, enveloping his perception and making him, who had just had a short nap in the car, feel drowsy again.

·

"Stop dreaming."

"You still want to laugh?"

Someone's voice came from the depths of darkness, echoing empty and eerie in his closed chest.

·

Half of my brain is boiling and half of it is freezing.

Half of his sight was filled with the lively Ye Kong in the halo, and the other half was filled with the dry and rotten riverbed in the darkness.

While he clearly noticed and realized Ye Kong's change, he also felt strangely sad and ominous about this change.

And this ominous feeling all comes from myself.

But he didn't delve into it.

Don't think.

Let everything stay where you can see - just like you are used to smiling and controlling your emotions in any situation, just stay on the surface.

He didn't want to know in advance whether the tree roots underground were still alive or had already died.

This way, he could still keep going with something like hope.

Walking on this road from which there is no turning back, heading towards an outcome that cannot be stopped, whether it is good or bad.

The sake rippled in the cup, and the two men lifted it up and drank it all in one gulp.