Song Jingran turned his eyes on Lin Mo without being lustful. He said firmly: "I won't go to the palace to become an official."

Although he had always helped Gao Jin seize the country, it was not involved in the government affairs, which was his original intention. He only wanted to maintain peace in the country.

"Why?" Lin Mo asked casually. What he wanted to ask was not why he was not an official, but how he thought about Gao Jin. After all, Gao Jin's change was too obvious. Although he was an emperor, his original nature was not easy to change unless his nature was like this, but this could only prove that he was suitable for the position of this emperor.

"What about you?" Song Jingran threw back the problem. He didn't want to be entangled between Gao Jin. Sometimes, he really couldn't accept Gao Jin's changes, but more often, he could understand the helplessness of an emperor. If he is not cruel, he will be difficult to become a great talent, and if he is not poisonous, he will be difficult to achieve great things;

They are born in different positions and have different worries. They cannot understand their sorrows, nor can they feel their sufferings. They live in their own thoughts, and for their own better tomorrow, their steps begin to gradually become distant.

Lin Mo smiled. Maybe time can prove the eternality of love. He believed that even if they were unwilling to be officials, as long as Gao Jin needed it, they would still help him without hesitation. It had nothing to do with anything else, just for the initial love and the home in his heart.

"I just want to run the Song family's business with all my heart, but when A Jin needs it, I will still help him." Even if it is an excuse, Song Jingran is telling the truth. He cannot leave Gao Jin alone, and he does not want to abandon his feelings for so many years, not to mention that there is Lin Xuan'er's existence between them.

"Do you think he will satisfy you?" Lin Mo drank wine meaninglessly. With Song Jingran's power, Gao Jin might not let him go easily, and might want to take it for himself. It's not surprising that the new emperor always wants to recruit forces for himself when he takes office, and anyone will do this.

"I believe that he will not make things difficult for me." Song Jingran glanced at Lin Mo. In fact, he didn't have enough confidence in saying this sentence. Maybe Gao Jin would not make things difficult for him, but he would definitely take another way to get the dark room.

"Not everyone will believe in you like you believe in others." Lin Mo reminded him with a serious face that when facing someone like his relatives, he suddenly turned into strangers. Everyone needs time to prepare for the process of adaptation.

"In my heart, he is still the original Jin." Song Jingran was still insisting on his thoughts. No matter how the situation evolved, he could understand Gao Jin's difficulties, and I believe that Gao Jin would not forget their past affection.

"If he were the original Jin, he would not have put you in the middle of life and death." Lin Mo cruelly mentioned the scene in front of the city gate again. He was not trying to provoke him and Gao Jin, he just hoped that he could face it bravely, whether it was friendship or feelings.

Song Jingran seemed to have been touched by a sensitive nerve, and his heart skipped a beat. It was painful, but it didn't seem painful, it was angry, but it was a little sad. Whenever he thought of the scene at the city gate, he would tell himself that Gao Jin was helpless at that time, even if he was comforting or escaping.

"Don't force yourself to stay in the initial memory. As time goes by, everyone will change. We need to face the good and bad of change calmly. As long as we believe, everyone's starting point must be kind."

Lin Mo patted his shoulder as a comfort and encouragement. For Gao Jin's change, he believed that his starting point was good, but because of his different identities, his usual methods were different.

Song Jingran suddenly drank wine and poured it directly into his belly. He did not dare to stay in his mouth. He was afraid that he could feel the spicyness of the wine. In that way, it proved that he was still sober;

"If time would prompt people to change, how much I hope I will stay in the time I used to be." Song Jingran smiled desolately. There was no entanglement of love and hate, no joys and sorrows, only the ignorant ambitions when I was young. At that time, it was so good.

Lin Mo smiled, as if he had returned to his youth, but the cold wind in the air reminded his consciousness, "Look forward bravely, you should live well for those who love you."

He could only tactfully suggest that Lin Xuaner's choice was not to not love, but to love too much.

Song Jingran looked at him thoughtfully, and vaguely remembered Lin Xuan'er's words in his mind, "No matter what I did, it's because I love you." At that time, he didn't understand her meaning, but now he still didn't understand. It was not that he didn't understand her meaning, but that he didn't understand her choice. Thinking of her words that day, he couldn't help but feel hatred again.

"Why do you have to stay away from me if you love me? If that were the case, I would rather she than love me, just stay by my side." Song Jingran took another sip, as if she was really drunk. Looking at the night of the moon, she slowly climbed on the table, murmured Lin Xuan'er's name in her mouth.

Lin Mo sighed deeply, the quiet night sky hid so many lonely souls and so many sad stories. He shook his head and sighed again;

Song Jingran seemed to not wake up, but he couldn't get the cold here on such a cold night, but all he could do was to get a brocade quilt for him.

Lin Xuan'er, who was hiding behind the rockery, had already cried. When she saw Song Jingran's figure, she hid behind the nearest rockery as fast as possible. She was worried that she would be discovered. She had never left and did not want to hear their conversation. She dared not think that Gao Jin had ever seen Song Jingran not help him;

She could not accept such facts. Why did the two young brothers who were not afraid of death? What prompted the change between them? Is it because of her? Suddenly she felt that she was a great sinner. If she was the driving point between them, then she would rather not have her.

Lin Mo's figure had gone away. Lin Xuan'er stood up a little stumbled and walked towards the pavilion with heavy steps. Her red and swollen eyes couldn't see clearly what Song Jingran crawled on the table until she stopped beside him;

His familiar face was still the attachment in her heart; I don’t know if it was the cold wind blowing or the breath of human beings, Song Jingran moved slightly and murmured, “Xuan'er...Xuan'er...Xuan'er, don’t leave me...Xuan'er..."

Lin Xuan'er was panicked and wanted to escape, but was left by his faint murmur. When he looked back, he was still immersed in his sleep. Tears slid down wantonly with his murmur. He took off his heavy clothes and gently put them on him. He sat down next to him and looked at him quietly, which seemed to be a kind of happiness.

She had a lot of things to say to him, but was afraid that words would wake him up, so she called out in a low voice, "Song Jingran..."

Song Jingran was motionless, like an obedient child, as if waiting for the next story;

Lin Xuan'er showed a smile. In the too complicated smile, there was a secret hidden that no one could understand. The greedy jade fingers stayed on his cheek, without touching or withdrawing it, and the gentle sound was only separated by each other's eardrums;

"Even if everything changes in the future and you are no longer young, I am the same; I gradually have my own life, and you are... I will no longer see the familiar figure in my sight, but deep in my heart is still you, the way you first broke into my eyes, and you are the way I cherish and engraved in my heart. No matter where time goes, you are in my heart, and you are the same."

Lin Xuan'er had already cried like rain, and her powerless and sad tone was the pain or love she had carried for many years.

Maybe it was because he heard Lin Xuan'er's words, or maybe it was a spiritual response, Song Jingran murmured, "Xuan'er...I love you."

Lin Xuan'er's heart twitched suddenly, her red lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't help crying. She covered her mouth and covered her crying sound, with heartache and timidity. She chose to escape with cowardly. She was afraid that she would stay for one more second, not that she could not control her crying, but that she couldn't control her crying.

She ran all the way, and I don’t know how long it took, but I didn’t know where she ran. She just found a corner and cried bitterly. His words "I love you" were once her lifelong pursuit, but now it has turned into her life's pain. The sob crying sounds seemed to disappear in front of her eyes, and it was like the ends of the world that always disappeared in her heart.

When Lin Mo took a brocade quilt and came to Song Jingran again, he found that there was a snow-white quilt on his body. He subconsciously looked around and brewed for a long time. He replaced the quilt and replaced it with a brocade quilt.

The next day, it was getting darker, and Lin Xuan'er cleaned up everything, but when she came back, she did not find the pear blossom hairpin;

The carriage from the palace was parked in front of Lin's mansion, and Lin Xuan'er and Cui'er walked in the courtyard. Not far away was Lin Mo's figure. Lin Xuan'er deliberately took the palace servants to leave;

After Lin Xuan'er left, Lin Mo walked in front of Cui'er. When he learned that Cui'er wanted Lin Xuan'er to enter the palace, he did not stop her. Regardless of whether there was a reason or not, he respected her choice, just as he believed in fate and wanted to let it go. If leaving could make her happy, he was willing to let her go.

The two stood quietly, without words or expressions. As time passed by, Lin Mo took out a hairpin from his arms, took a deep look, and handed it in front of her, and didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Cui'er looked at the hairpin and looked at him with his eyes down. She couldn't find a reason to accept it, but she didn't want to lose the only nostalgia between them. So she took the hairpin greedily and said with a smile, "Just keep it as a souvenir."

Lin Mo smiled far-fetchedly, "Take good care of her and take good care of yourself." Even if you are a friend or a lover, such care can replace more.

Cui'er held back the pain in her heart and still nodded with a smile. At the moment she turned around, crystal tears flashed in her eyes. She looked up at the blue sky, and the white clouds turned from clear to blur, from blur to clear again, just like a relationship, from meeting each other, and before she could fall in love, she had to face separation.
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