Niu Shisan was a little angry, but he didn't dare to be angry too obviously. He asked Bai Youmo: "Why do you always like to ask the lord I don't know, but you don't ask the lord I know?"

"I didn't know when I asked you a question, but what do you know is worth asking?" Bai Youmo held his chin with his hand, and what he said seemed to make sense.

Niu Shisan thought about it and seemed to think what Bai Youmo said was very reasonable, but he also thought something was wrong.

When the gentleman was alone, the scene of him playing chess with Xiangxiang echoed in Bai Youmo's mind again. Originally, the two of them held white and the other held black. Somehow, they held their hands as they hit, and then they looked at me, I looked at you, played chess, and said love words. It doesn't matter who wins and who loses, but the gentleman would let Xiangxiang win.

The gentleman may not give in to Xiangxiang, but he will give in to him some.

So the gentleman has never won Xiangxiang in chess skills, but it seems that he doesn't mean he loses.

"Hey..." The gentleman recovered from his memories and sighed.

"How many past events have fallen into the world, but only the memory is so heartbreaking." The gentleman chanted a poem randomly, perhaps because he was deeply in love and could not be able to do so himself.

Bai Youmo shook his head, knowing that the husband was in pain, he couldn't help but think of Situ Qin. However, since Ye Xiaoyue was by his side, he seemed to think of Situ Qin less and less.

Maybe one day, Bai Youmo will forget Situ Qin's appearance, as long as it takes a long enough time...

Some people and things cannot be forgotten just by wanting to forget. After all, they are unforgettable and have some pain. But some things do not want to forget, which are very sweet, but they sink into the long river of time. No matter how you think about it, there is no result, just like the silent sea cannot produce waves.

The longing never stops, but time passes quietly.

After the game of chess ended, the gentleman smiled and said to himself: "You won again this time..."

Pack up the chess pieces, and the chessboard that was originally distinct from black and white hides the black and white and returns to the beginning.

If life is just like the first meeting, just like the chess that has not started playing, then how beautiful it would be, with no loss, no winning or sadness.

But sometimes life is like chess. No matter how you play, it is all your own hands. However, there are exceptions. You play well, but if you meet a master who is more powerful than you, you will lose. You will not play very well, but your opponent is not good, and you will win.

But no matter what, there are only three results: loss, win, and.

Dispersion.

The gentleman saw that the sky was a little late, and the winter snow was accompanied by the dusk, which made him feel a different view. He believed that one day in the future, he would definitely be with Xiangxiang.

The gentleman stood up and walked into the house. It was time for him to read. He spent too much time thinking about her today. If he didn't think of her, he would be afraid that one day a gust of wind would blow her appearance in his mind.

"A lover... ask what love is in the world?" Bai Youmo glanced at Ye Xiaoyue beside him.

"What's wrong with your husband?" Ye Xiaoyue sensed Bai Youmo's gaze and saw that Bai Youmo seemed to have something to worry about, so she quickly asked.

Bai Youmo smiled slightly, shook his head, then pulled Ye Xiaoyue into his arms and hugged her.

At this time, there is no need to ask why... everything is embracing.

Maybe one day Bai Youmo will forget Situ Qin. I don’t know which day Ye Xiaoyue might become another Situ Qin and suddenly disappeared. So what Bai Youmo wants to do most now is to hug Ye Xiaoyue tightly, which is what he can do now.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!