Siheyuan: Crossing the two worlds, if you don't obey, you will be a beast

Then, Fan Jinyou was like a small boat in a storm, struggling desperately in the turbulent waves. At this critical moment, he suddenly found a life-saving straw that seemed to have fallen from the sky - the sleeve of that distant relative!

In an instant, Fan Jinyou stretched out his hands like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, grabbing the sleeve tightly, fearing that it would suddenly slip away. He grabbed it so hard that his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and even the blue veins could be seen faintly.

The powerful force was astonishing, and the people around couldn't help but sweat for the dress, wondering in their hearts: Can this dress withstand such a huge pulling force? Maybe in the next second, it would make a crisp sound under Fan Jinyou's tearing, and then be ruthlessly torn in half.

At this moment, Fan Jinyou had already thrown away his usual politeness, calmness, and arrogance. His originally handsome face became distorted due to extreme fear, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixing with the dust on his face to form dirty traces.

His lips trembled slightly. He wanted to say something but no sound came out. He could only squeeze out a few unclear sobs from the depths of his throat.

The pair of eyes that once sparkled with confidence were now wide open, like two copper bells, staring at the person in front of him without blinking. His eyes were full of despair and pleading, as if if he blinked even a little, the person in front of him would disappear in the ethereal air like a dream bubble, and completely disappear from his world without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, the two people seemed to turn into two sharp arrows shot out from the bow, or like two dazzling lightnings tearing through the night sky, carrying with them an overwhelming and unstoppable force and an unimaginable and astonishing speed, and they rushed towards Li Dongyu's residence like a storm.

Their footsteps were like the gust of wind, and every step made a deafening heavy sound. The series of short and powerful footsteps continued to echo in the empty and silent streets, as if a magnificent and majestic symphony was being played.

This passionate and unrestrained movement is full of rhythm and powerful tension, which fully shows Fan Jinyou's anxious mood deep in his heart, eager to see Li Dongyu as soon as possible...

Along the way, Fan Jinyou felt as if he was on a lonely boat in a storm, his heart was like the turbulent and boundless sea, and it took him a long time to calm down. His emotions were like riding a fast-moving, bumpy and ups-and-downs roller coaster, sometimes being thrown high into the sky, and sometimes falling to the bottom.

On the one hand, when the image of his upcoming meeting with Li Dongyu emerged in his mind, his heart, which had been relatively calm all along, suddenly became restless like a ignited gunpowder barrel. The feeling of excitement was like a flood that broke through the dam, overwhelming his heart, wave after wave, with no sign of stopping.

His heart was beating wildly like an out-of-control engine, and every powerful beat seemed to break through his fragile chest and jump out.

This strong sense of anticipation made Fan Jinyou's steps as fast as the wind. He wished he could grow a pair of wings and fly to Li Dongyu immediately to pour out all his thoughts and excitement in his heart.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in this anxious mood. Everything and everyone around him seemed to be far away from him. The only thing left in the whole world was the figure that made him dream - Li Dongyu.

However, on the other hand, a deep and heavy worry was like a thick dark cloud, weighing heavily on his heart. This worry followed him everywhere, making him troubled and worried all the time.

He couldn't help but imagine all kinds of bad scenarios, and he was worried that he would be treated coldly. He seemed to see himself like an unwelcome uninvited guest, excited to visit, but in the end he could only face the closed cold door and be ruthlessly rejected. This worry was like a seed, once it took root in his heart, it spread quickly, like a clump of dense weeds, growing wildly in his mind, and no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to drive it away.

What made him even more panicked and uneasy was that if the man named Li Dongyu still remembered everything that happened in the past and was still brooding over it, and was still holding a grudge and refused to forgive the mistakes he had made, then wouldn't all the hard work and efforts he had put in during this period of time be wasted?

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. If this were true, the consequences would be disastrous. Not only would he lose face and become the object of ridicule and mockery, but he would also most likely lose the precious opportunity to repair this relationship forever, and from then on, he and the other party would become strangers and never meet again.

Just as Fan Jinyou was daydreaming, they finally arrived at the door that determined his fate. At this moment, he felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, ready to burst out of his throat at any time. He was so nervous that his limbs seemed to have suddenly lost contact with his brain. He didn't know where to put his hands, and his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. He was completely at a loss.

In stark contrast, the distant relative who came with Fan Jinyou seemed particularly calm and composed. He took a deep breath without panic, as if he wanted to absorb all the tension around him, and then took steady steps forward. Each step was firm and powerful, as if the ground under his feet was the support point of his firm belief.

Finally, he walked to the tightly closed door. After a short pause, he slowly raised his right hand, which drew a graceful and light arc in the air and finally landed gently on the door. His movements were so gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing the world behind the door.

Then, three clear and pleasant knocks on the door broke the originally dead silence. The sound was like a stone thrown into the water, stirring up ripples in Fan Jinyou's heart, and his heart, which had been hanging in his throat for a long time, was instantly lifted higher.

Time passed minute by minute, and the surroundings were still eerily quiet. Apart from the knock on the door just now, there was no other sound.