Chapter 73 Truth 2

No. 9 sat on a big stone, and his lonely figure was under the cold moon, like a thousand-year-old immortal looking stone, silently watching his own happy dream. A green leaf slid down from her lips, just like the goddess of Luoshui who was dressing up. She was quiet and dignified and elegant.

Yu Yan stood there in a daze. At this time, No. 9 was like a holy angel in the moonlight. Every trace of frown could touch the deepest heartstring in Yuyan's heart.

No. 9 slowly turned his head and smiled gently at Yu Yan: "No.1--"

The heart of No. 9 is as clear and transparent as the moonlight on the top of the mountain, and it is exposed in front of Yu Yan at all. Yu Yan had a confused feeling of happiness. He slowly stamped in front of her and looked at No. 9's beautiful face. There was a slight pain in his heart. He forced a smile and said, "No. 9--"

"Shh--" No. 9 raised his tender white fingers and shook his lips, with a crystal-like pure smile on the corners of his mouth: "I'm reviewing the song you taught me, but I'm too stupid to remember it. Can you teach me?"

Yu Yan nodded, took the leaves in her hand and put them on her lips. The leaves seemed to have a faint fragrance on her lips. No. 9 gently pulled him to sit beside him, leaned close to his shoulder, and watched him bite the leaves, with the purest smile on his face.

Yu Yan seemed to have returned to Daqing Mountain and the day he got along with No. 9. The faint happiness and sadness converged into a monotonous but crisp song in the night wind. The long aftertaste lingered in the hearts of the two people and refused to disperse for a long time.

No. 9 suddenly grew up and said with a cheerful smile, "No. 1, I want to dance. Can you give me some accompaniment?" Yu Yan flew back to the room, took out the jade ink flute, and flew out like a ghost.

Lao Zeng blinked his eyes a few times, and his anxious mood slowly calmed down. Good brother, good son-in-law, good boy, just looked at you. Looking at Yu Yan's drifting back, Lao Zeng smiled and said, "I was also young."

Under the cold moon, No. 9 seems to have turned into a dancing elf, gently swinging short hair, beautiful cheeks with flashing colors, running and jumping soft body, accompanied by the crisp and melodious sound of the flute, showing the girl's charm and beauty. Yu Yan has never seen No. 9 dance, which is different from the valiant and heroic posture on the battlefield. At this time, No. 9 is just a young and beautiful girl. Her delicate body is like a flying butterfly, fluttering and showing her beauty in front of her heart.

No. 9 looked at Yu Yan's eyes, full of indetible tenderness. She smiled, jumped and danced to her heart's content, as if she was going to use up all her vitality. In the sweat, No. 9 used all the strength of her body and soared into the air, like a moth, blooming her most beautiful moment.

Looking at her pale cheeks, Yu Yan's heart was like a knife. At the moment she fell to the ground, he held her trembling body in his arms.

No. 9 gasped hurriedly, and her beautiful eyes were full of tears. She looked at his face and said softly, "Do you know that I will only dance for you in my life."

A loud noise in Yu Yan's mind was like a spring thunder in the drought in his ear. Yu Yan couldn't help holding her tightly in his arms and choked, "I know, I know."

No. 9 buried his head in his arms and shook it gently, "You don't know, you don't know. I only hate myself. Why did I let you know so late? Is this the so-called God's will?

No. 9 gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, hugged his strong waist tightly, and said slowly, "Do you know that when you say that I and Chen Jiashu are a good match, my heart seems to have been torn open. I really want to die in front of you at that moment. How can you be so cruel? Why can't you understand my heart? Why?

The tears of No. 9 were all over Yu Yan's chest, and the warm feeling was like a hot fire, torturing Yu Yan's heart.

"I love you/but I dare not say it/I'm afraid that after I say it/I will die/I'm not afraid of death/I'm afraid of death/I'm afraid of dying/No one loves you as much as I do!" No. 9 looked at Yu Yan's eyes, shy and firm, and said gently. The tears on her face were not dry, and the vent just now seemed to make her find courage in the dark. She bravely looked at Yu Yan, and the blush on her face seemed to red the moon in the sky.

Yu Yan's mouth was dry, and big tears rolled down his cheeks. No. 9 gently wiped the tears on his face with tears in his eyes and said with a smile, "No. 1, don't cry. You are my number one, and I'm the number one by myself."

Yu Yanren's tears fell on his chest and choked, "Yes, I won't cry. I will always be your number one."

No. 9 smiled and said, "No. 1, do you remember the first time we met? I went to the team to report that I didn't bring a combat watch and was scolded by you. At that time, I thought, why is a child at such a young age so fierce?

A smile appeared on Yu Yan's tearful face and said, "At that time, I was also thinking about which wild girl this is. I didn't look at where it was and broke in casually."

No. 9 gently punched him and said, "You are the worst. Later, when you came to my house for the first time, my father actually said that you were my uncle. I couldn't wait to beat you up at that time. Yu Yan gently stroked her hair and said, "So you only call me number one and won't call me--"

"Don't say it," the unruly No. 9 quickly covered his lips and said, "If it hadn't been for this **, I wouldn't have been today--" She said that she couldn't go on. If it hadn't been for the identity of an uncle and nephew, I'm afraid she would have had a lot of courage and would not have been promoted.

"I don't know when I will have your shadow in my heart. I think of you when I eat and sleep. I know that you like chopped pepper, fish head and spicy chicken, and I also know that you need to wear size 42 shoes and size 41 in your shirt." No. 9 was immersed in memories with a happy and shy light on his face: "I cooked for you for the first time and was laughed at by my mother."

Yu Yan suddenly realized, "It turned out that you did it for the first time. I was wondering why my sister-in-law's craftsmanship has deteriorated!" Don't say it, don't say it--" No. 9 raised his little fist and got into his arms tightly.

No. 9 twisted a few times in his arms and sighed gently, "If only my mother hadn't forced me to come today, I wouldn't see anything. Then I would still miss you as before and look forward to you."

Yu Yan sighed and said, "No. 9, in fact, Zitong and I--" How about Zitong? Do you have anything to do with her? This is not only irresponsible to Zitong, but also irresponsible to No. 9. Yu Yan felt bitter in his heart, and this sentence could not be continued.

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