Are you pretending not to know me or pretending not to see me? This question is indeed difficult to answer.
Seeing Fang Yan's bewildered expression, Fenghuang threw a snowball at Fang Yan and said, "Watch out."
Snapped!
The snowball hit Fang Yan's chest, shattered into snow flakes, and fell down, merging into the heavy snow again.
Phoenix did not feel the joy of hitting the target. Instead, he stared at Fang Yan with a stagnant look and asked, "Why didn't you hide?"
"Want to hide?" Fang Yan said with a smile. "Didn't you always want to hit me before?"
"I really want to hit you, but I know I can't hit you." Phoenix said with a smile that looked a little lonely. "I can't hit you, so I keep wanting to hit you. You don't even want to dodge, how can we continue this game?"
Have you ever played snowball
The greatest fun of this game is not hitting, but dodging.
One side desperately chases, the other side desperately hides. The one who chases is completely devoted, while the one who hides is willing to risk his life.
If every snowball hits the person chasing, and the person hiding stands still - this game must be quite boring, right
"I'm sorry." Fang Yan said.
He could sense Phoenix's emotions and he knew she was very unhappy.
He shouldn't have said sorry, or rather, he shouldn't have been the one to say it.
But, I don't know why, he just said it so naturally.
It seemed as if I had really done something wrong to Phoenix.
Perhaps, such a farewell is really hurtful
"Fang Yan, you've changed." Fenghuang put her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker, obviously not interested in playing with snowballs any more. She was tall and graceful, with slightly curly hair blown by the cool breeze and hitting her face, giving her a kind of sad and beautiful charm.
Fang Yan looked into Fenghuang's eyes, nodded seriously, and said, "A lot of things have changed."
"Yes. Many things have changed, and many people have changed too." Phoenix said softly. "In the past, you were content with what happened, and you didn't care about anything else except the improvement of your realm."
Fang Yan smiled and said, "I care about some other things, but you don't care about them."
"How do you know I don't care?"
"Have you ever cared?"
Fenghuang smiled and shook her head, saying, "Whether you care or not - there's really no point in saying this. I heard what happened last night, and this round was indeed won beautifully - this is Fang Yan, this is the Fang Yan I know, this is the Fang Yan who always brings surprises to people."
Fang Yan was silent.
He didn't know what to say in response. Perhaps saying nothing was the best response.
"I never thought that this day would come." Phoenix said with a smile. "We two stood facing each other, speechless - would you find this situation awkward?"
"Actually --- it's okay." Fang Yan said. He also felt very embarrassed and had the urge to end it quickly and run away.
"This is because you care more about the feelings of another person now." Phoenix explained like a caring sister, "You have nothing to say to your first love because your feelings have changed. You feel a little guilty and embarrassed when facing me. No matter how smart you are, you are still a kind person after all."
Fang Yan thought about it seriously and said, "Maybe you are right. You can always give me the best advice and the most professional analysis as a bystander."
"Can you tell me who that person is?"
"Don't you already know that?"
"It's no longer interesting to talk to you," Phoenix said. She opened her arms and said, "This is a real farewell, right? Come, let's hug one last time."
Fang Yan hesitated.
"Why? Are you afraid or unwilling?" Fenghuang said with some dissatisfaction. "When a girl makes such a request, even if you are 100% unwilling, you should pretend to be perfunctory. Do you know that your expression is really hurtful? Am I so disgusting?"
"I'm just worried--" Fang Yan walked towards Fenghuang step by step and said, "The sword in my hand will hurt you."
"How could I be hurt if the sword is not unsheathed?" Phoenix asked. Then, she licked her dry lips and said very seriously: "Even if I am hurt by your sword, I will not blame you. I am telling the truth."
"I believe it." Fang Yan said.
He held the sword in one hand and walked over to hug Fenghuang.
Even though the beauty was so warm and soft in his arms, Fang Yan did not feel any joy or ambiguity.
Instead, I felt as if my heart was blocked and my whole body felt heavy.
The beautiful girl in his arms is his beauty, the youth of his youth. He wants to go to the movies of his favorite movie with her, and he wants to walk through every mountain and river with her, and see every river.
It is the eyes he opens every morning, the beautiful dreams he has every night. It is the beauty that he wants to dedicate to her, and the life that he wants to protect and cherish for her.
At that time, she was the most important person to him.
Now, they said goodbye in such a casual way.
Goodbye girl, goodbye first love, goodbye beauty, goodbye life.
The two of them hugged each other tightly, reluctant to part, yet ruthlessly and resolutely.
Phoenix was not in a good mood either, and said in a deep voice: "Then I wish you good luck."
"You too." Fang Yan said.
After saying these farewell words, Fang Yan thought that Phoenix would leave his arms.
But Phoenix didn't.
"It's always good to keep something as a souvenir," said Phoenix.
"What?"
Snap----
The sound of a shutter clicking.
Fenghuang then let go of Fang Yan, looked at the camera on her phone showing her and Fang Yan hugging tightly, and said, "I'll send it to that lady and tell her that we've said goodbye and I've become your past?"
"--------"
"Look how much I care about you." Fenghuang giggled. "Fang Yan, now you realize that I am the best to you, right?"
"I see." Fang Yan smiled bitterly. "If you delete it, this feeling will be even more profound."
"I won't delete it." Fenghuang rejected Fang Yan's proposal. She waved at Fang Yan and said, "Fang Yan, goodbye."
"Goodbye." Fang Yan said. "Happy New Year."
"I'm not happy in the new year." Phoenix laughed. "In the new year, there is no way I can be happy----"
Fenghuang waved at Fang Yan, put her hands in her coat pockets and walked gracefully into the snowstorm. Her figure was soon swallowed up by the snowstorm and became an indistinct dot.
"Goodbye." Fang Yan waved his hand and said softly.
Whether happy or not, the new year is coming as scheduled.
New Year’s Eve is getting closer, and there are more and more relatives at home.
Grandpa Fang Huwei has two sons and three daughters. His youngest son Beihai died in battle. His eldest son Fang Yixing likes calligraphy and painting but has no interest in martial arts. After Fang Huwei's legs were disabled, there was no successor to Fang's Tai Chi. Instead, his apprentice Mo Qingdi quickly rose to prominence and held up the Fang family's banner. When Mo Qingdi was at his peak, the Fang family was also at its peak. No one in the martial arts world dared to underestimate the enemy.
However, Mo Xiaodi fell like a comet, and the Fang family fell into decline again.
Those years were a nightmare for Fang Huwei, the old man of the Fang family. This hot-tempered old man endured blow after blow, but still maintained a positive and optimistic attitude.
Because he still has hope, his grandson Fang Yan is his hope.
He placed all his enthusiasm and expectations on Fang Yan. He personally taught Fang Yan martial arts and urged him to practice standing meditation. At such a young age, Fang Yan had to endure pressure that ordinary people could hardly imagine.
Fang Yan's eccentric personality was developed during that period. He was under too much pressure and had no way to vent it. He didn't dare to vent it, so he could only use such unreasonable little means to express his dissatisfaction.
Dissatisfied with family, dissatisfied with the surrounding environment, dissatisfied with the unfairness of fate.
That’s all, this is the biggest protest a teenager has ever expressed.
Fang Yan has three aunts. The first and second aunts are married in Yanziwu. The first aunt Fang Yixin married Fang Hao, the apprentice of my grandfather, so their daughter Fang Mengying also has the surname Fang. The second aunt Fang Yiling married the Zhao family of Yanziwu. Because the old man of the Zhao family had several battles with my grandfather Fang Huwei when he was young, and he lost every battle, the relationship between the two families is not harmonious until now.
My aunt was a bit wild. She fell in love with a classmate when she was studying at Mingzhu Foreign Languages College. After graduation, she stayed in Mingzhu. The Fang family was very open-minded. The elders never interfered with their children's marriage.
Of course, Fang Yan is an exception.
According to past practice, every New Year’s Eve, the eldest and second aunts would bring their families to the old house to have dinner with the old man.
My aunt used to spend the Spring Festival with her husband's family in Mingzhu, and this year she came back with her family.
New Year's Eve is also a reunion night. Who doesn't want to sit together with the whole family? When he heard that his little daughter was coming back, Mr. Fang Huwei was naturally very happy. He loved his little daughter the most since she was a child.
My aunt called home in advance and said she would come back for dinner on the 28th. Lu Wan gave instructions and the family prepared a sumptuous dinner early.
But until eight o'clock in the evening, my aunt and her family still hadn't returned.
Lu Wan called to urge her, but her aunt's phone was turned off.
The Fang family was very anxious. Lu Wan shouted at Fang Yan to take Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan to drive out to pick them up, as they were afraid that the road from Yanjing City to Yanziwu would be difficult to travel, and they hoped the car would not break down on the road.
Fang Yan was also worried about his aunt's safety, so he called Fang Yingxiong and prepared to drive towards Yanjing to look for her. If there really was something wrong with the car, they could also exchange the car with them and let them come back first.
Fang Yan and Fang Yingxiong had just driven out of the courtyard gate when they saw a black Mercedes-Benz parked in front of the car door.
The rear door was opened, and a young man wrapped tightly in a thick down jacket jumped out. He looked around at the surrounding villages and wilderness and said unhappily, "Mom, this is such a remote place - we are going to celebrate the New Year here?" (To be continued)