No! I must not let Feixue sink like this. If her will is not firm, and Yang Sine interferes with it, I will definitely be out of the way. I am here to pick up girls today, not to break up. Love philosophy is right? Humph, today I will show my love expert methods.

"Feixue, come with me."

"Ah? Where to go?"

"You will know after you go."

Han Yi suddenly took Yang Feixue's little hand and walked out quickly.

When he came outside the house and got on the carriage, Han Yi ordered: "Go to the southern suburbs."

The carriage swayed a little.

Yang Feixue seemed to have not reacted yet, and looked at Han Yi with a confused look on her face, "Han Yi, where are you going to take me?"

Han Yi smiled mysteriously and said, "You will know when you arrive."

After a long time, the carriage drove out of the city gate and headed towards the southern suburbs.

After leaving for another meal, Han Yi suddenly shouted, "Just get here."

The carriage stopped immediately.

"Get out!"

Han Yi carefully helped Yang Feixue get off the carriage.

The suburbs were very empty, and the biting cold wind whistled from the sky, making it even more unscrupulous. Yang Feixue, who had just got off the carriage, couldn't help feeling a little cold. He pulled the cloak with his little hand and glanced at him. He was scattered everywhere in the fields. However, the vibrant fields of the past had already taken off their makeup in the cold wind, becoming listless, without the spirit of the past, giving people a very depressed feeling.

"So beautiful!"

Han Yi took a deep breath and said sincerely.

Yang Feixue was stunned and said, "This - this is not so beautiful. I look quite desolate, far less than the scenery of spring, summer and autumn."

Han Yi smiled softly, took her little hand, walked towards the field, and came to the field. He asked, "What did you see?"

Yang Feixue replied very honestly: "Desolate." As he said that, he said very curiously: "What have you seen again?"

"vitality!"

Han Yi smiled and said, "It brings vitality! I am very convinced that after all things go through the cold hardships, they will surely win the glory of their lives!"

Yang Feixue was stunned for a moment, thinking carefully about Han Yi's words.

Han Yi took her little hand and walked along the edge of the field. While walking, he said, "Feixue, didn't you ask me why the ending of "White Life and Death" ended tragically?"

Yang Feixue was stunned and looked at Han Yi with a little curiosity.

Han Yi said: "The ending of "White Life and Death Love" is like the fields in winter. Although it looks very miserable, it planted the seeds of love, making people full of hope for love. I firmly believe that one day it will bear fruit."

"Is it full of hope for love?"

Yang Feixue murmured to herself, and couldn't help but recall that it was true. Although Xiong Fei and Cui Jingjing could not avoid the end of the tragedy in the end, which made people feel very regretful, it made people have a longing for love. She seemed to have thought of something, but she couldn't say exactly what it was.

Han Yi glanced at her, smiled knowingly, and said, "In fact, Xiong Fei and Cui Jingjing do not represent love, but their desire for love. They have been obsessed with this belief and have never wavered until the moment of death. Therefore, they are happy. Why is the love that is about to disappear bringing them happiness? It is because their hearts are full of hope. I told you earlier that love is sweet, not that love itself is sweet, but that pursuit of the happiness of love.

"White Life and Death Love" is not about telling the world the true meaning of love. Love is just a relationship between people. It is inevitable that it will arise, and it is a human's most primitive desire. If you lose love, what you lose is not the love itself, but a beautiful longing. The love in the longing is always beautiful and sweet. If you don't have this longing, there will be no love."

Yang Feixue said softly, "I understand, you want to use "White Life and Death Love" to awaken the world's desire for love."

Han Yi shook his head.

Yang Feixue said: "Am I wrong?"

"Yes! But not all."

Han Yi said: "Love is beautiful. I actually want to use the most primitive desire of human beings for love to awaken everyone's hope for life."

As he said that, he sighed and said, "Everyone will go through hardships of all sizes. Some people will lose confidence in life, which will lead to becoming indifferent and numb, living like a walking corpse, without thoughts, no pursuits, no hope, no dreams. This is very terrible. Therefore, people need music, poetry, and novels, but in general, what people need is the yearning for beautiful things, hope, and dreams, and love is like music and poetry. Its function is to make people have a beautiful yearning for the future. As long as there is hope, expectation, and dreams, even if they encounter great difficulties, they are happy deep in their hearts, and they will still long for the moment when the sun rises tomorrow."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, turned around, stared at Yang Feixue, and said, "Feixue, maybe it was because I didn't express it before, which led to you being too attached to love itself. If love is painful, why do we still arouse everyone's desire for love? The only value of love itself is to see whether it can bring hope and dreams to people. The happiness, sadness, and pain in the book are all for this. On the contrary, the book will lose the value of the book. Just like this field, it experiences spring, summer, autumn and winter, everything in spring revives, summer is full of vitality, autumn is full of fruits, but winter is nurturing hope."

Yang Feixue stared at Han Yi in a daze. After a while, she suddenly smiled sweetly. Her smile was really beautiful, as if she rendered the entire depressed scenery, dyeing the dead grass green and dyeing the withered flowers red. The clear eyes seemed to reflect the lush green and green, and said, "I understand."

"It would be best if you can understand."

Han Yi smiled and said, "You said before that no matter what the result is, you are already content. Although contented people are always happy, your contentment is full of negativeness. Things in the world are impermanent, and no one can stop it. Maybe you will leave me, maybe I will leave you, but no matter what, you cannot lose your yearning for love. If this is the case, you have actually lost love."

Yang Feixue pursed her lips and smiled, saying, "This is your ultimate goal!"

"Oh! You saw through it!"

Han Yi scratched his head, looking annoyed.

Yang Feixue giggled immediately. The beautiful laugh made Han Yi feel that she returned to the original Yang Feixue, full of happiness and carefreeness.

"Han Yi, why do you know so much?"

Yang Feixue, who was relaxed, asked Han Yi while walking upside down.

Han Yi was stunned for a moment and said, "I think this should be because I was reborn from despair."

Yang Feixue pouted and nodded slightly, without doubting this. She thought that Han Yi was referring to despair when Han Dashan died, but Han Yi obviously did not refer to this matter.

Han Yi suddenly said, "Feixue, come to my Fengfei Tower to do things!"

Yang Feixue said softly.

Han Yi said: "It's not okay to work behind closed doors. You are naturally lively and you will lose yourself if you stay at home. You should go out and have more contact with people. Come to Fengfei Tower. Even if I want to do things, there are Xiaopang and Xiaoye who are with you so that you won't feel lonely. Moreover, you can often see me, right?"

A look of yearning flashed in Yang Feixue's eyes, but then she pursed her mouth and said, "But my father would not agree."

Han Yi smiled and said, "Your father said he doesn't care about you."

Yang Feixue said: "Why don't my father care about me?"

Han Yi said, "Because of me, your father seems a little redundant."

"I'm so embarrassed!"

Yang Feixue blushed and spat.

Suddenly, she tripped under her feet, couldn't help but scream, and fell backwards.

"careful!"

Han Yi quickly took the lead, held her soft body with one hand and hugged her, so that Yang Feixue could fall to the sky.

It's so dangerous!

Han Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but when the eyelids raised, they just faced Yang Feixue's eyes. After staring for a while, Han Yi couldn't help but leaned down and gently kissed Yang Feixue's delicate and rosy lips.

But just a little kiss, for an old driver like Han Yi, it really comes from love and politeness. This is because the love that Yang Feixue gave him is very, very simple, just like a fairy tale. He has never experienced such a childhood love and childhood sweetheart. He can't have evil thoughts in his heart. This impulse comes from love, not temptation.

Whether it is Xiao Wuyi or Yuan Mudan, they actually give Han Yi a strong sense of temptation. It is really charming. Love and desire exist at the same time.

It is really love that dominates everything between Yang Feixue and Han Yi. This kiss comes entirely from love, not desire. It is actually enough to just skim the water. There are so many more things going on.

But for Yang Feixue, it was her first kiss, an unprecedented sweetness that surged into his heart. He had a deeper understanding of the sweetness of love. For a moment, he was confused. A layer of blush floated from his cheeks. With a "whimper", he threw himself into his arms and said softly: "Do you think you bully me?"

Fortunately, he just gave a light kiss. If there was a French kiss, wouldn't it be Cheng Qiang? Han Yi hurriedly said, "This - of course this doesn't count."

Yang Feixue snorted: "I don't believe it, I'll go back and ask my dad later."

Oh my God! Your father had just told me! Han Yi was immediately scared and sweated coldly and said, "No, no, no, how can you tell your father this kind of thing? This is absolutely not OK. No, it is not a bad thing, it's just."

He was so scared that he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Do you know you're scared?"

Yang Feixue suddenly raised her head, her clear eyes full of a cramped smile.

Han Yi nodded straight.

Yang Feixue suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Han Yi on his lips. He looked at Han Yi who was stunned and said with a shy smile: "Now I'm bullying back, so I don't need to tell my father."

Han Yi was so moved that she almost cried, saying, "I like this method very much."

Yang Feixue gave Han Yi a shy look shyly.

Han Yi suddenly turned his eyes and said, "This, actually, I still feel a little guilty. Otherwise, if you bully me again, I might feel a little better."

"You dream."
Chapter completed!