Chang Geng saw that he was quiet for a long time without answering, he could not help but ask: "Yifu?"

Gu Yun slightly tilted his head, his expression under the lamplight almost appeared gentle for a brief moment. Chang Geng's heart skipped a beat.

Perhaps it was the blood that Chang Geng had vomited out when his anger was raging, or due to the mess that happened in the next few days, in short, although Gu Yun felt that matter was ridiculous, helpless and troublesome at the same time, contradicting what he imagined, he did not become as furious as he expected.

Gu Yun: "I know, you should go rest early."

Chang Geng heard his order with the intent of sending him away, immediately standing up to leave.

Gu Yun: "...Wait."

He lowered his eyes and seemed to hesitate a little: "That time you told me, you could do anything I wanted, is that right?"

Chang Geng's fingers that initially went to open the door hung in the air, curling up slightly.

Gu Yun: "I don't want you to go far, I don't want you to force yourself either. Yifu only wants you to be happy and well. "

Chang Geng stood dead for a moment, then fled without a word.

Gu Yun casually took up the remaining half of the wine bottle, tested the temperature, and then sipped a mouthful: "Little brat, do you think I cannot deal with you?"

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When Chang Geng arrived, his footsteps were steady, everything was in order, the whole world seemed to be in his hands. When leaving, he had turned into a paste in the shape of a human, not knowing which leg he should use to step through the door first.

In the dark night, where warmth turned to coldness, the breath that passed in and out of his chest resembled a raging flame.

Chang Geng fled back to his yard in a panic, took a breath, and leaned his forehead against the sword training puppet in the courtyard.

After many years had passed, this iron puppet was already out of commission and could no longer be used. It was just that Chang Geng was unwilling to throw it away; thus, he had let it stay in the yard as a decoration for hanging lanterns.

Its cold iron surface soon cooled down Chang Geng's burning flesh. He looked up at this big fellow, reminiscing old memories of his youth.

He remembered that he used to let it carry a basket packed with breakfast every day, then one boy and one puppet would eagerly run over to Gu Yun's quarters, listening to his endless speeches from north to south.

And when they prepared for Gu Yun's birthday, they had wrapped ridiculous ribbons and silks all over its body, then let it carry a bowl of noodles that didn't look appetizing at all to wish that person a happy birthday...