Tang Yao returned to the inn room and after the incident in the restaurant, she lost her sleepiness.
The face full of sadness in the wind kept popping up in her mind.
Shu Jianlang's sweetheart actually looked exactly the same as her, which really made her feel indescribable.
Tang Yao tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. At this time, a voice filled with endless sadness came to the house.
"Lovesickness is bitter, lovesickness is just because lovesickness has reached the bone..."
Tang Yao's heart trembled for a moment, she got up from the bed and walked to the window. She hesitated for a moment, but pushed the window open.
A cold wind blew in.
The night wind blew her hair into a mess, which made her body tremble for a while.
There was a street in front of the inn. Tang Yao saw a person sitting on the roof of the house facing her window on the other side of the street. It was Feng Zhongyi.
The wind is bathed in the cold moonlight, and he looks at Tang Yao’s window.
Tang Yao pushed open the window, and Feng Yi's heart became excited.
Although Tang Yao has no beauty at the corner of his mouth and no Tang Luo on his arms, Tang Yao and Xiang'er gave birth to exactly the same ones. So he hopes to see Tang Yao.
Seeing Tang Yao is like seeing Xiang'er.
Because he misses Xiang'er so much, he misses her to the core!
When he saw it, he felt satisfied.
Tang Yao didn't speak, looking at Feng Zhongyi opposite him.
Feng Zhongyi didn't say anything, looking at Tang Yao at the window.
In this way, the two stared at each other across the street.
Suddenly, a person's face appeared in Tang Yao's mind. The man smiled faintly at her. The man raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek. The man was the devil's head. Although she felt pity for Feng Zhongyi, she only had one man in her heart, that was the devil's head.
So Tang Yao closed the window.
Tang Yao returned to the bed, but it was harder to calm down and it was harder to fall asleep.
She thought about it all the time, and sometimes she thought of the devil's head, sometimes she thought of the familiar memories in the wind, and sometimes she thought of those two lines of poetry.
After a long time, Tang Yao got up from the bed and walked to the window.
Tang Yao opened the window again, and she saw that Feng Zhongyi was still sitting there, looking at her window.
Look at this, I remember sitting in the cold wind until dawn.
Tang Yao sighed that there was a kind of infatuation in the world.
Tang Yao waved to Feng Zhongyi.
The wind suddenly felt like I was rising up and floated towards the window.
Tang Yao also retreated from the window, and Feng Zhongyi's figure floated silently into the house.
Tang Yao looked at Feng Zhongyi and smiled helplessly.
She said in a resentful tone: "Young Master, are you really going to sit until dawn?"
Feng Zhong recalled: "Yes."
Tang Yao sighed softly and said, "Young Master is infatuated with love in the world, but I am really not your fragrance. You have also seen that there is no Tangluo on my arm."
Feng Zhongyi stared at Tang Yao and said, "Although you don't have Haitang Luo, you are really exactly the same. For so many years, I have been searching hard, I have traveled thousands of mountains and rivers, and I have walked through the ends of the world..."
Tang Yao was even more sympathetic when listening to Feng Zhongyi's story about finding Xiang'er. She walked to the table and sat down, and she stroked a strand of hair in front of her ears.
Feng Zhongyi looked at her heart and saw Xiang'er's hair stroking her back then, which was exactly the same.
Tang Yao was now curious about Xiang'er. She poured a cup of tea and pushed it to the other side of the table and said, "Young Master, tell me about Xiang'er."
Feng Zhongyi walked over and sat opposite Tang Yao.
Sitting opposite Tang Yao, smelling the faint fragrance of Tang Yao's body, the mood in the wind was even more ups and downs.
Feng Zhongyi told Tang Yao in detail about him and Xiang'er. When he talked about the emotional part, Feng Zhongyi's tears wet his eyes. This touching love story made Tang Yao feel moved.
Feng Yi said, Tang Yao listened, Tang Yao wiped his eyes with a handkerchief from time to time.
After Feng Zhongyi finished speaking, Tang Yao said, "Young Master, can you let me see Xiang'er's portrait?"
Feng Zhongyi said: "Of course..."
Feng Zhongyi took out the bamboo tube that was painted from his body. He took out the painting from the bamboo tube and slowly spread it on the table.
Tang Yao saw Xiang'er in the portrait and stood up suddenly. She stared at the beautiful girl in the portrait. She couldn't believe it because the person in the painting was exactly what she had been ten years ago.
Although there are many similar people in the world, this is too similar!
Tang Yao stretched out his hand, and her hands were trembling at this moment. She gently stroked Xiang'er's face in the portrait. She felt as if she was stroking her cheek.
No wonder, no wonder Shujianlang, who is the first sword in Dayu, lost his composure in public, grabbed her hand and peeled off her veil.
Tang Yao was talking to himself and recalling to the wind: "How could this happen? What's going on?"
Feng Zhongyi also said: "What the hell is going on..."
Tang Yao raised his head and looked at Feng Zhongyi, who looked at her in a daze. At this moment, both of them could hear each other's heartbeat.
Just staring, just heartbeats.
I don’t know how long it took, Tang Yao said: “Young Master, although Xiang'er is exactly the same as me, I am really not her. Her experience, her grandfather, and your story. If I were really her, why would I not remember it at all.”
Feng Zhongyi said in a daze: "I don't know why it is like this. But I think you are Xiang'er. Really, you are..."
Tang Yao stopped talking, she stared at the portrait, not knowing what she was thinking.
After a while, Tang Yao sighed and slowly closed the scroll and handed it to Feng Zhiyi.
Tang Yao said, "Young Master, I sympathize with you and Xiang'er's encounter, and I am also moved by you. But I am not her. I already have a lover in my heart. In this life, I only love him. If you and I have a fate, it is only a fate tonight. Now that the fate is over, you can leave. Don't disturb me anymore."
Feng Zhongyi took the scroll, but he did not respond, but carefully put the scroll back into the bamboo tube. Then Feng Zhongyi turned around and walked towards the window sadly.
When Feng Zhongyi walked to the window, Tang Yao said, "Young Master..."
When Feng Yi looked back suddenly, Tang Yao saw tears in Feng Yi's eyes.
Tang Yao's heart trembled.
She curbed her emotions and said, "Young Master, I am actually an extraordinary woman. I also know that you are now serving the Baiyuren. Young Master, although I am not Xiang'er, I still want to advise you to leave Ming Cliff and not get involved in the disputes in the world. Xiang'er doesn't want something to happen to you."
Feng Yi smiled sadly and said, "Thank you."
Tang Yao said again: "Don't sit in the cold wind, go home."
Feng Zhongyi said: "I don't have a home."
Tang Yao said: "Then you just find a warm place."
Feng Zhongyi heard Tang Yao's words and felt warmth in his heart. He nodded. Feng Zhongyi pushed open the window and jumped out. He looked back at Tang Yao in the room, and smiled happily on his face.
As Chu Lang said, he looked very good when he smiled.
Tang Yao also smiled at him.
The wind closed the window.
The memories of the wind left, and Tang Yao could no longer control his emotions.
She held her hand and walked back and forth on the ground.
She said to herself: "The fragrant one in the painting is what I looked like back then. I also like crabapple flowers. Master Feng made me feel familiar. I seemed to have heard those two lines of poetry... Is it a coincidence? Or is there another hidden story? Is this the truth? The devil leader must know and hopes that he can leave the royal city as soon as possible. I must ask clearly. I must let the truth come out..."