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Hu Tao's smile gradually faded, and she stared blankly at Fang Qiu, a tightness beginning to set in her chest.

Difficulty breathing.

Fang Qiu...

Just as she felt so suffocated that she couldn't breathe, Fang Qiu's singing suddenly changed.

A girl appeared in the song.

She is lively and cheerful, sometimes composed, sometimes eccentric, and sometimes talks to the stone lions.

The girl's appearance redeemed her from despair.

He pulled her out of the mire of despair, leaving her battered and bruised.

"The existence of someone like you in this world gives me a little bit of hope for this world."

The lingering sound gradually faded, but the wind continued to blow.

The soft sunlight of the setting sun poured down.

"How was your singing? Not bad, right?"

Fang Qiu turned her head to look at Hu Tao, a smile appearing on her lips, only to see Hu Tao staring blankly at her, two lines of clear tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Don't worry, it's all in the past now. I'm very happy now, with so many friends by my side, and you too. So, thank you, Hu Tao."

Seeing that Hu Tao was crying, Fang Qiu smiled gently, raised her hand to wipe away Hu Tao's tears, and said softly.

"Ah."

Hu Tao nodded, feeling the warmth of Fang Qiu's fingers, and her cheeks flushed.

A breeze caressed her, and her hair fluttered lightly.

The two locked eyes.

Looking into Hu Tao's eyes and delicate lips, Fang Qiu felt her cheeks begin to burn...

Something feels off about the atmosphere...

I don't know why, but I have this urge to kiss him...

And, Walnut smells so good.

Fang Qiu's heart was pounding like a drum. She was a little afraid to look Hu Tao in the eye, but she also felt that it was not right to look away.

So, he froze completely.

Just as the atmosphere became tense, a burnt smell wafted over, followed by a scream.

"Ah, my lamb chops!"

It was Ying'er's voice.

Fang Qiu quickly turned his gaze and saw Sister Ying'er trying to salvage the lamb chops, which were already burning and emitting black smoke.

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

"I never expected that I, the head of this hall, would play such a crucial role."

Hu Tao said with a smile.

"Yes, thanks to you, otherwise I would have starved to death long ago."

Fang Qiu nodded.

A gentle breeze blows, and the girl's smile is as romantic as falling petals.

One of them went to help Sister Ying'er deal with the burnt lamb chops, and the other went to open the door.

Fang Qiu ran to open the door and found Yun Jin, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, behind it.

After welcoming Yun Jin into the house, Hu Tao also helped Sister Ying'er prepare the burnt lamb chops.

Sister Ying said she was so engrossed in listening that she momentarily forgot she was grilling lamb chops.

As a result, it burned.

When Fang Qiugang sang the song, Yun Jin also gave it high praise.

It turned out that she had just arrived at the door when she heard Fang Qiu singing.

In order not to interrupt Fang Qiu's singing, she deliberately listened to the whole song from outside the door.

Although there was an element of eavesdropping involved, Fang Qiu didn't care.

Yun Jin came to ask Fang Qiu to collaborate again.

Fang Qiu had no objection to Yun Jin's desire to cooperate, after all, Yun Han Society offered a fairly large share of the profits.

Moreover, during this period, Yun Jin also created many original works, all of which became wildly popular.

Yun Jin collaborated with me simply because she wanted to create something together.

However, I've been quite busy lately.

The collaboration will need to be postponed.

Yun Jin naturally had no objection to this.

Afterwards, Fang Qiu asked Yun Jin to stay and have dinner with him.

Although roasted lamb chops are not on the menu arranged by the master chefs of Yunhan Society, it is understandable to indulge in it once in a while.

However, I might smell bad after eating, and they might notice when I return to Yunhan Society.

Fang Qiu decided to let Yun Jin stay at his house for one night.

Yun Jin did not refuse.

So, the group enjoyed a barbecue together.

"Speaking of which, Zhongli said he was going to a friend's place, but what kind of friend could he possibly have?"

Walnut bit off a piece of succulent meat, chewed it slowly, swallowed it, licked her lips with her tongue, and then suddenly paused and said.

Watching Hu Tao lick her lips, Fang Qiu's heart suddenly raced.

Come on.

If Sister Ying'er hadn't burned the lamb chops, I probably would have just gone along with the mood and kissed her.

If Hu Tao knew that she had those kinds of feelings for her...

Will they drift away from me...?

She was somewhat flustered.

She quickly banished these thoughts from her mind.

Don't overthink it!

"Mr. Zhongli's friend? I have seen him a few times playing chess and cards with an old man by the roadside. I wonder if he is referring to him."

Yun Jin thought for a moment and then said.

"Old man, playing cards?"

Fang Qiu was stunned. He recalled the old man who had been so dashing and confident when he went to the publishing house, chatting and laughing with a feather fan and a turban, but who had returned looking like he had lost his humanity and was ashamed of being born a human being.

Mr. Zhongli, you wouldn't really go to see that old man, would you?

Chapter 638 In the darkness of night, only silence.

In Liyue, twilight deepened.

At the foot of Mount Hulao.

A tall, handsome young man dressed in dark yellow robes walked slowly down the road.

He carried a jar of osmanthus wine and two exquisitely crafted cups, walking towards the Fulong Tree standing tall on the ground in the distance.

"Gusha!"

A Hilichurl pulled a spiked club from its crotch and charged forward, brandishing it.

However, it stopped halfway through its journey, and a deep fear welled up in its mindless eyes.

The spiked club in his hand fell to the ground and hit its foot, causing it to roll around in pain.

The young man walked slowly forward.

It seemed slow, but we soon arrived at the foot of the Fulong Tree.

The sky was dark.

The wind was slightly chilly.

"The weather is getting colder... Old friend, I was going to say it's been a long time, but when I think about it, it doesn't seem like it's been that long."

Zhongli sat on the stone platform, poured two cups of wine, then picked up one of them, took a sip, and said, "After getting to know that young friend, it seems that I've been coming to see you more often."

"Recently, she wrote another book called 'Puella Magi Madoka Magica.' The title doesn't really suit me; it's a bit out of place. If you saw it, you'd probably make fun of me."

"However, she writes quite well, and I would like to recommend that you read it as well."

No one responded.

Only silence.

"Speaking of which, today I also went to Guili Plain to see the place where Gui Zhong left."

The Emperor took a sip of wine. Night fell, and his expression was obscured. Only his steady voice could be heard as he continued speaking.

“That place is now overgrown with weeds, and it no longer looks the same as it used to be… In this world, how many people can remember her… You are no exception…”

"To be forgotten, to be forgotten... to be forgotten by the world you love, it must be so painful..."

silence.

a long time.

"This osmanthus wine, no matter how I drink it, just doesn't taste the same as it did when we drank it together back then..."

After that, the Emperor did not speak again, but just drank his wine quietly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Only when the wind rises and leaves fall, and clouds roll and unroll, can one truly understand the beauty of nature.