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Watching the two children, the old man's eyes became moist. Her face was full of a blissful and benevolent smile.

Yan Wenqing wiped away the tears on Xiao Lan's cheeks, carefully examining this person who she had been yearning for day and night. Her face was still the same as when she slept, only with a bit more worry.

The bright moon was hanging high in the night sky. A few faint dark clouds surrounded the bright moon.

The faint moonlight fell on the fake mountain pool and green bamboo in the courtyard. The leaves of the green bamboo slowly swayed in the night breeze, letting out light rustling sounds.

Yan Wenqing looked up at the crescent moon in the night sky. The wind gently lifted the hair on his temples. Chen Feiyan quietly watched the man's back in the dark.

"Thank you for bringing me Xiao Lan." Yan Wenqing said as he looked up at the night sky.

"Your politeness makes me feel that there is a sense of unfamiliarity between us, Xiao Lan should be by your side." Chen Feiyan's voice was mixed with the chill of the night.

"You are the ones who are truly happy. I always thought that only by obtaining what you want will you be happy." Chen Feiyan shifted her gaze from Yan Wenqing to that bright moon.

"I'm sorry. "Flying swallow." Yan Wenqing's voice was very low and was filled with boundless guilt. He had always felt that he owed Chen Feiyan, but some things were destined to never change. He had saved Xiaolan from the hands of the robbers, fallen into the abyss with her, and gone through those painful experiences together. All of these were destined. And to Chen Feiyan, it could only be a part of her heart.

"I should be the one apologizing." Chen Feiyan suddenly felt a pang in her heart. Suddenly, the frightened look on Yan Wenqing's face when he heard about his grandma appeared in front of her eyes.

"What is in the past is in the past. It is just like this deep night. No matter how dark it is, it will usher in the moment of dawn." Yan Wenqing slowly turned his face towards Chen Feiyan, "Feiyan, you will definitely find your happiness."

Chen Feiyan stared at the face through the darkness. He was getting further and further away from her, and she could no longer see his angular face.

"Xiao Lan is really very happy. I once wanted to try my best to catch the happiness that she has, but now I also feel happy because Brother Wen Qing can be together with Xiao Lan and her grandma." Chen Feiyan's face blossomed into a smile, but her eyes were filled with melancholy.

Yan Wenqing didn't say anything. He only quietly gazed at the reflection of the moon in the pool. The reflection of the moon seemed exceptionally dim.

The dark clouds in the night sky slowly began to accumulate. The dull clouds scattered around the moon, obscuring the crescent moon. The moon's surroundings were sprinkled with some dim light, and a gust of cold night wind blew past the two people standing in the night, rustling their hair. The moonlight in the pool was gone.

The orange light from the oil lamp in the room next to the corridor wavered on the window paper.

Tomorrow, it would be raining cats and dogs in Chang'an. Yan Wenqing and the other two men were escorted by Chen Zhengnan to rest last night, but the heavy rain still showed no signs of stopping even after they had eaten breakfast. Chen Zhengnan then arranged a carriage for them to go back home.

After the three of them returned to the wooden house, the grandma hurriedly tidied up the wooden house for Xiao Lan. After a day, the three of them cleaned up the house and made the house brighter. After dinner, the grandma was busy resting Xiao Lan, who needed help with her work, so Xiao Lan had no choice but to leave the wooden house and sit on a stool beside Yan Wenqing, who was sitting under the eaves.

Borrowing the light from the house, Yan Wenqing was fiddling with a long piece of wood in his hand. Seeing that Xiaolan had sat down beside him, he looked at her and let out a warm smile, "That stool is missing a foot, plus a foot."

"Brother Wen Qing, I know what I want now. Even though I'm not by my mother's side, I've come here and obtained what I want." Xiao Lan looked at Yan Wenqing, who was busy with her work. She looked at this man who could give her everything she wanted, and felt that she was very happy at this moment. Xiao Lan suddenly remembered what her mother had told her. She would be happy if she got what she wanted, just like a harvest in the field. The man in front of him was his harvest, and the happiness he felt in his heart was his harvest.

Xiao Lan took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and helped Yan Wenqing wipe the sweat off his forehead. The handkerchief was still the same as before. Yan Wenqing put down the wooden stick and knife in his hand, took the handkerchief from Xiao Lan and carefully spread it out. A colorful butterfly landed on a piece of firewood, flapped its wings, and flew away.

"You keep it?" Yan Wenqing looked at the butterfly silk in his hand under the light of the oil lamp.

"Hmm, it's useless for me to put it in the box. I brought it here when I came." Xiaolan replied.

Yan Wenqing stared blankly at the butterfly silk. Her eyes began to glaze over, focusing on the butterfly that was carrying too much.

Recalling the pain of the past will be like a sharp dagger cutting open the road, remembering the happiness of the past will be like flowing between the fingers of the hand like water, feeling soft and gentle. But those things always happen.

Yan Wenqing thought of his younger sister. This butterfly could only dance for Xiao Ying. Xiao Ying, where are you? Yan Wenqing's heart tore through his heart as he screamed out. Yes, she was right by his side, forever there. She was smiling at him and calling him big brother. Thinking of this, the corners of Yan Wenqing's mouth slightly trembled. He shifted his gaze from the butterfly silk to the birthmark on his left hand, which was the size of a copper coin. His eyes were filled with sadness.

Seeing that Yan Wenqing did not say anything, and his glazed eyes, Xiao Lan became a little anxious, "Brother Wen Qing, Brother Wen Qing."