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"The combined power of the old master and the other uncles probably …"

"It was them who pushed me to my current position. Now, they want me to obediently obey them. That's what I'm dreaming about." Ouyang Yu's voice was even colder as he spoke with a hint of cruelty.

"Young master, I'm just worried that you've just taken over the company, so you still have to endure a lot of things." Mother Lin sighed.

"I've endured it for a long time, for more than ten years. I still remember how Mom was driven crazy by them. Mother Lin, you won't forget, right? "That pain, I will pay it back in double …"

Ouyang Yu's voice grew colder and colder.

Zhuo Yanfeng decided not to disturb her first. She silently turned around and prepared to return downstairs.

"Why didn't you send it in?" Du Yuan suddenly spoke up from downstairs.

Zhuo Yanfeng's face was filled with embarrassment as he looked at him. Wasn't Ouyang Yu angry?

Du Yuan really knows how to add insult to injury.

"Feng, is the soup ready?" Mother Lin walked out of the study quickly. When she saw Zhuo Yanfeng standing not far from the door, she immediately greeted him with a forced smile. "I'll do it. You go rest first."

"Yes." Zhuo Yanfeng also felt that it would be better to rest early, so he immediately gave the bowl to his mother.

"Feng," Ouyang Yu suddenly shouted from inside. "Han Muyun wishes to see you."

Han Muyun? Zhuo Yanfeng's expression was even worse. She tried her best to adjust her emotions, and a few seconds later, she entered with her mother.

"Although he doesn't know your current position, he should know that you are here with me." He took a small disk from his pocket and handed it to me.

Zhuo Nianfeng hesitated for a few seconds, then walked in front of him, picked up the disk, and turned to leave without saying a word.

"I also want you to meet him, if possible." Ouyang Yu's voice sounded again. He said indifferently, "I need him now, but it's not a good thing for me to get engaged to Qing Xue."

"Engaging with Qing Xue is not a good thing for him." What did this mean?

Zhuo Yanfeng puzzledly turned his head to look at him.

"I'll arrange for you to meet, if you like." Ouyang Yu was clearly a bit drunk, but his eyes were abnormally bright.

"Let me think about it." He should have rejected her outright, but after hearing his conversation with Mother Lin, Zhuo Nianfeng wavered a little.

"The time is very short. Please make your decision as soon as possible." Ouyang Yu's voice suddenly lost its drunkenness and his tone changed.

Zhuo Yanfeng nodded and left the room.

He inserted the disk into the computer. Inside, there was only a single document. It was filled with Tagore's poem and a few short sentences.

The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death.

I am standing in front of you, but you do not know that I love you;

The furthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.

They knew that they loved each other, but they could not be together.

The furthest distance in the world is not knowing that you love each other, but that you can't be together.

She can't resist this longing, but she still has to pretend that she doesn't care about you at all.

The furthest distance in the world is not when you can't resist the yearning, but when you have to pretend that you don't care at all, but when you use your cold heart to dig an impassable ditch for those who love you.

Just as you said, I wrote that love letter. If you can see the same words in this paragraph, I hope you can come back and use any sort of identity, as long as you are willing.

As for what you want, I can give it to you.

He took out the disk and let out a light sigh. It didn't matter what identity he had, he was already engaged to Ouyang Qing Xue. Even if he could stop the engagement, he wouldn't be able to return no matter what identity he used.

"You have ten days to consider whether or not to see him." Ouyang Yu walked up to Zhuo Yanfeng's door, knocked on it, and leaned against it with both hands in his pockets. "In ten days, even if he wanted to meet up, he probably wouldn't have the time — because Yuanxiao is getting engaged."

"You really need Han Muyun?" Zhuo Yanfeng stood up and asked.

"I was just worried that he would become my stumbling block." Ouyang Yu very straightforwardly said, "Let him suspect that the only good thing about you is that you're here to tie his heart down. If you can meet him once, he shouldn't pose much of a threat to me. "

"I know." Zhuo Yanfeng looked into his bright eyes and nodded as he spoke.

"I'm going to take a bath. Tell me a story tonight." Ouyang Yu suddenly smiled. The gloomy expression on his face that was like an unreadable spring flower had returned to its usual brilliance.

Zhuo Yanfeng silently watched as he reached out to close the door and watched the fireworks outside the window. Suddenly, he felt a little lonely.

The furthest distance in the world... What was it?

On the third day of the new year, the lakeshore's private coffee shop was very quiet.

From the window, he could see the Ferris Wheel standing tall in the distance.

Zhuo Yanfeng sat at the window, looking at the slowly rotating Ferris Wheel in the distance. His pure white fingers slowly slid along the edge of his coffee cup, thinking about something.

She agreed.

She wanted to see the furthest distance in the world …

Just how far was it?

Before Han Muyun arrived, she had already finished a whole cup of coffee.

"First, it's best not to meet each other. This way, we won't fall in love …" Zhuo Yanfeng recited the poem silently in his heart. Xiao Yin said that she chose to forget the past and enter the Han Family. For a five-year-old girl, she didn't understand anything except that she couldn't lose more …

If it was now, she definitely wouldn't make such a choice, right?

Han Muyun stood behind the glass and looked at Little Wind.

He knew that she had changed everything, including her name.

He did not have this kind of preparation and the courage to completely break off from the past.

She'd lost a lot of weight in less than a month.

Han Muyun really wanted to pull Ouyang Yu's collar and ask if he had mistreated her.

Although she was usually very thin, her small face was chubby and her apple muscles were beautiful and round. Now, her oval face had almost turned into a oval face. It was obvious that her pair of eyes were big and moist, like the wet eyes of a fawn …

"When are you going to see it?" Ouyang Yu wasn't prepared to interrupt their conversation, but seeing Han Muyun standing there for half an hour looking at her, he couldn't help but speak up.

Han Muyun took a deep breath, but still didn't move.

He was afraid … Afraid of not being able to take her home, afraid that the words would part after she was done …

"Everyone has to separate, and everyone has their own way. Don't you understand?" Seeing his worry, Ouyang Yu smiled.

Very good, Han Muyun cared so much about her.

They were all very careful and didn't dare to casually appear …

Han Muyun pursed his lips and finally walked towards the young girl who was staring blankly at the Ferris Wheel in the corner.

She had more courage than he did.

She could even calmly wait for his appearance …

Han Sifeng... No, it was Zhuo Yanfeng. The calmness in his eyes was like a thin layer of ice on the surface of a lake.

She heard footsteps and didn't have to turn her head to know... It was him.

His footsteps had already been heard for ten years. No matter what time, he would never be mistaken.

Zhuo Nianfeng's eyes were still fixed on the Ferris Wheel in the distance.

She was afraid to meet his eyes.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Han Muyun's voice was hoarse.

A string in Zhuo Yanfeng's heart snapped.

Hearing his voice, the longing hidden deep in his heart gushed out like crazy.

"Yes."

However, the myriad of words stuck in his chest only made Zhuo Nianfeng nod indifferently. He retracted his gaze and looked at his hands.

His hands were still as long as ever, and his joints were clear.

In the past ten years, these hands had pulled her, held her up, knocked her head, pinched her face, pulled her hair …

And now, it was trembling lightly, not daring to get too close to him …

"You've lost weight." After a long time, Han Muyun finally managed to squeeze out a few words.

"You too." Zhuo Yanfeng finally looked at his face. She didn't know how much courage she had to muster in order to meet his eyes.

Humans' feelings were truly strange. No matter how familiar they were with each other, the longer they separated, the more they didn't know how to get along with each other.

The young man in front of her was clean and handsome, but there was a look in his eyes that didn't seem to belong to his age.

His black eyes reflected the young girl's face. His face was somewhat pale, and he forced himself to remain calm.

"You are at Ouyang Yu's place." Han Muyun's voice became even hoarser from the pressure.

"Yes." Zhuo Nianfeng lowered his head and looked at the cup of coffee in front of him. He missed the time when he had made him tea.

"..." Are you happy every day? " A low voice came over.

"Yes." I don't know if I'm happy or not, just smile every day.

"He … Is it good for you? " His tone sounded sour, which Zhuo Yanfeng, who heard, also felt sour in his heart.

"Not bad." She stirred her coffee again, staring at his long fingers.

"Do you want to come back?" Han Muyun was silent for a moment before he asked.

This time it was Zhuo Yanfeng who was silent. Looking at his fingers, which were clearly defined, he felt a bit uncomfortable.

"We're all waiting for you at home …" After an unknown amount of time, Han Muyun opened his mouth with difficulty.

Seeing that she had been silent for so long, he knew the answer.

"Okay, tell them there's no need to wait." Zhuo Yanfeng tried his best to use a calm and relaxed tone to speak.

"You've been gone twenty-three days." Han Muyun continued.

It had only been twenty-three days …

Zhuo Yanfeng felt as if it had been half a century?

"Don't think about what happened ten years ago. I will help you find the truth and give you an explanation, so can you come back first?" Han Muyun said again.

"I will take care of my own matters." Zhuo Yanfeng said dejectedly.

She rarely looked into his eyes, only into his hands.

Han Muyun's fingers curled up as if he was doing his best to restrain something.

"Han Sifeng, you are too stubborn. You aren't even willing to accept my help! Just what do I need to do to make you happy? " He clenched his fists, trying his best to keep his voice low as he said, "Maybe Mom and Dad did something wrong in the past, but I have to give them a chance to make up for it …"

"There was no Han Sifeng ten years ago …" Zhuo Yanfeng could not help but interrupt him.

"Enough... I don't want to argue with you. " Han Muyun took a deep breath, he shouldn't have lost control.