Could it be because of me—!

After hearing this, Han Yi felt extremely guilty and felt extremely distressed. He whispered: "You retreat first, I'll just go there."

"yes."

Han Yi walked to the pavilion, but Yang Feixue didn't notice it. She saw her holding a pen in her hand and she was crying while writing.

What was she writing? Is it a final writing? Han Yi became more and more curious, and was also frightened and shouted, "Feixue."

Yang Feixue was slightly stunned. When she turned around, she saw that it was Han Yi, with her red eyes wide open, and her red lips slightly opened, "You-you."

Han Yi said worriedly: "Are you okay?"

Yang Feixue was stunned and suddenly stood up, "Why are you here?"

Han Yi felt that she had disturbed her, and she felt that she didn't want to come by herself. She was extremely embarrassed and said, "I'm here to find you, uh, are you disturbing you?"

"No! No, you can come, me."

Yang Feixue looked ashamed and happy as she heard this. Halfway through her words, she shook her head to supplement.

It doesn't seem like she doesn't like me. The girl's heart is really hard to guess. The hateful Pete Zhu always analyzes the psychology of some famous young women with me, but doesn't teach me how to analyze the mentality of the girl. It's wrong. It seems that I didn't have the desire to attack the girl at the beginning, and I kept asking him about the mentality of the young women. Han Yi felt very regretful, mainly because he was frightened by Yang Feixue's tears and said nervously: "Can I come in?"

Yang Feixue was stunned and nodded, but there was a hint of strangeness in her eyes, and she felt that Han Yi was so gentleman today.

Han Yi then walked in and said in confusion: "Feixue, are you okay?"

Yang Feixue Yaoyao said in surprise: "I'm fine! Why do you ask that?"

It's okay to cry like this? Han Yi said: "But I saw you crying in front of you."

"ah!"

Yang Feixue suddenly let out a soft voice, her little hand covered her mouth, and her other little hand quietly dragged the piece of paper on the table behind her.

Han Yi had seen it for a long time and said curiously: "What are you writing?"

Swish!

Yang Feixue quickly hid the paper behind her, her pretty face turned red and said, "Nothing, what's not written?"

Han Yi said worriedly: "Feixue, are you in any trouble? Maybe I can help you."

"No! No!"

Yang Feixue shook her head and said.

Without you, she cried like this! Han Yi wondered: "Then why did you cry like this?"

"This-I-!"

Yang Feixue hesitated.

Han Yi was even more anxious and said, "What the hell is it?"

Seeing Han Yi's expression was anxious, Yang Feixue felt a little happy, but also felt very shy, and said, "It's really nothing, I'm just--just!"

"Just what?" Han Yi was so anxious.

Yang Feixue said: "I was just moved by something I wrote - moved - and cried." Afterwards, she was almost buried in her head in her peaks.

"This-!" Han Yi blinked and said sure: "Are you moved by what he wrote?"

Yang Feixue didn't dare to look up and buried her head and lit it a few times.

Han Yi became more confused as he listened to it, and said, "What are you writing?"

Yang Feixue said: "My random story."

Han Yi was stunned for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Yang Feixue heard the laughter and immediately raised her head, pouted and said, "I knew you would laugh at me."

"No, no!"

Han Yi quickly suppressed his smile and said, "You misunderstood. I just - hehe - didn't expect it." As he said, his eyes turned and said, "This is normal. When I was writing about the white life and death love, I cried so hard that I couldn't stop at all."

"Really?"

Yang Feixue said curiously: "Why have you never heard of it?" But he was no longer shy.

Han Yi then felt relieved and said with a smile: "How can you tell me about this kind of thing? Come on, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Yang Feixue nodded and sat down. Han Yi sat beside her and smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to write stories at home, why have you never heard you talk about it?"

Yang Feixue felt dizzy on her cheeks and said, "I felt bored at home at the beginning, but I didn't know what to do. Later, I thought about your white love of life and death. As I thought about it, I wanted to write a story myself and entertain myself. You won't laugh at me, right?"

Han Yi said: "Of course not. This is not a bad thing, and it is a great thing. I support you very much. If possible, I want to see the stories you wrote."

Yang Feixue stumbled and did not answer.

Han Yi said: "Isn't it possible?"

Yang Feixue said shyly: "You - you can't laugh at me if you read it, I can't write it well."

Han Yi smiled and said, "I am not qualified to joke about what you didn't write well, so take a look."

Yang Feixue nodded shyly and said, "You wait a moment."

After saying that, she stood up and hurried to the outside of the yard.

Before Han Yi could react, she had already left the courtyard.

What's going on?

Han Yi looked confused, but soon he understood and saw Yang Feixue walking over with a thick stack of paper.

"You have written so much!" Han Yi said in surprise.

Yang Feixue nodded and handed the manuscript to Han Yi.

Half an hour later.

"Wuwuwu-! It's so good to write, so touching. Wuwuwu-!"

Han Yi was holding the manuscript, wiping his tears while reading.

Yang Feixue handed her silk hand over with sympathy and said, "Han Yi, please wipe it."

"Thank you!"

Han Yi took the silk scutellar, smelled it, it smelled so good, put it in his arms, then took out his handkerchief and wiped his tears, "If you could hug me and comfort me a few words, I think I would be better."

Yang laughed very much and said angrily: "I'm not fooled."

"So cruel!" Han Yi muttered dissatisfiedly, put the last manuscript back on the table, and said in disbelief: "Feixue, I didn't expect you to have this talent. This is really well written."

Yang Feixue said happily: "Is it true?"

Han Yi nodded and said, "This is the most touching book I have ever read."

It is indeed very touching. The whole story is roughly divided into two parts. The first part tells the story of a noble daughter who went hunting with her brother and shooting a young talent who accidentally shot a young talent who entered the forest to death. The daughter's parents suppressed the matter with their own power, but the daughter felt very guilty. After that, she often dreamed of the young talent. Gradually, she gradually realized that the dream was true and false. Then it means that the noble daughter and the dog helped the young man resurrect. However, during this process, both parties secretly fell in love.

The second part tells the story of their falling in love after they resurrection, but because the identity gap between the two parties is very large, both parents disagree. However, this daughter is brave enough to pursue her love with her desire for love. However, because she has not finished writing it yet, she does not know what the ending will be.

The love in Yang Feixue's works is full of romanticism. It seems to be tragic, but the tragedy is full of the sweetness of love, which easily arouses everyone's desire for love. This directly reflects her inner desire for love. Moreover, in the complex interweaving of interests and power, the love of the male and female protagonists remains very pure from beginning to end. The most wonderful thing is that Yang Feixue uses very clever brushwork to satirize the current mediator's words and parents' orders between the lines.

Han Yi really didn't expect that Yang Feixue was so talented that she could combine love with illusion and reality in this era and write such a touching novel. Of course, his tears were encouraged by Yang Feixue and resolved Yang Feixue's embarrassment. You see, I was crying like this, so what else can you be shy about?

Yang Feixue was indeed very happy. It was a great affirmation for her to be recognized by Han Yi. She whispered: "Thank you!"

"I'm just telling the truth." Han Yi suddenly changed his tone and said sly: "But the first chapter of this story seems to be similar!"

Yang Feixue blushed when she heard this and said, "You-you can see it."

"Not only can I see it, but I also see your dissatisfaction with me."

Han Yi smiled bitterly and said, "You just shot the dog to death, but in the story, you shot the dog's owner to death, which made me feel so furious."

Yang Feixue pursed her lips and smiled, and snorted: "See if you dare to lie to others in the future."

She really wrote this on purpose, and this small detail also reflects Yang Feixue's humorous side. The noble child who married the heroine was also surnamed Qin, and the story was also full of satire about Qin Yu.

"I'm sure I won't dare."

Han Yi shook his head. This kind of scam is too dangerous, so he has to change it. He said seriously: "Feixue, I really didn't expect you to have such a high talent in this area. You must continue writing. I'm waiting to see your ending."

Yang Feixue's eyes lit up and she said, "Is it true?"

Han Yi nodded and said, "Really. Your novel will be passed down through the ages."

"Not as good as you said."

Yang Feixue was embarrassed by Han Yi's praise and said, "Actually, I am just writing to relieve boredom."

Han Yi smiled and said, "You can make me cry like this if you write to relieve your boredom. It's okay to write that seriously. To be honest, I really didn't expect you to write such a touching love story."

Yang Feixue said shyly: "Actually - it's thanks to you that I tasted the taste of love. At first you told me that love is sweet and romantic, but I once thought you were lying to me. Love should be bitter and painful, but later I knew I was wrong, because no matter whether it is bitter or painful, it cannot eliminate the desire for love in my heart. This is because love itself is sweet and romantic. If it is bitter or painful, why do people still desire it? Pain and bitter are just because they have not gained or lost."

Speaking afterwards, she looked fascinated and a bright smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Regarding love, Han Yi has always been influencing Yang Feixue, and it can even be said that Han Yi taught her. But Han Yi just said it, but he didn't expect that this had such a deep impact on Yang Feixue, which led to Yang Feixue's desire for love and cherishing the feeling of love. Even if she was a little moved, she was very happy. Therefore, she had such a deep understanding of love. She didn't care about money, power, and fame. She only cared about love. She longed for her own love too. Therefore, the heroine in her works also longed for love, breaking through the shackles of ethics, pursuing free love, and pursuing marriage autonomy.

Han Yi was stunned to see her bright smile and couldn't help but reach out and hold her hand.

Yang Feixue was stunned and looked at Han Yi, but her surprised gaze soon turned into a shy gaze, and her body slowly leaned towards Han Yi.

Han Yi reached out and hugged her soft waist, embracing her in her arms.
Chapter completed!