Chapter 78 Chapter Eleven: People in Love

Time flows like water, but people cannot be free like fish.The moist air moistens from the nasal cavity to the lungs, taking a deep breath brings both a strong sense of existence and a strong sense of emptiness.Deng Feng looked at peach blossoms, but Yin Lihua was his only heart. Although she was ethereal, she was enough to be his support; although she was delicate, she was enough to be his castle.Can we really not be together?After all, the only thing that stands between them is the marriage contract that is as light as a feather. However, weight is only relative.Although the Five Elements Mountain is heavy, it cannot restrain Monkey King. What really prevents Monkey King from moving is the gold-lettered post of Tathagata Buddha.Although the gold lettering is light, it has great magic power.A paper marriage contract also has its great magic power. It represents the solemn promise between two families, which cannot be broken or torn off.

Deng Feng blamed his anger on the Yin family.They were the ones who made this marriage promise for Yin Lihua, they valued their own face, and they didn't care whether Yin Lihua was really happy or not.These old people, their days are numbered, and they still want to make fun of their young people.They think they have the truth, the evidence is that they have eaten a lot of salt, and the argument is that they are numb and live on as usual, so they arrange the fate of their children with peace of mind, neither reflecting on whether they will occasionally lose sight, nor worrying about whether they will be resented by their children.

Regarding this marriage, Deng Feng always wishfully thought that Yin Lihua was forced and sacrificed, and expressed deep sympathy for her—once a person grows up, he cannot help becoming cruel, not to others, but to himself , under numerous obligations and oppression, began to be irresponsible and indifferent to oneself, as for the precious life, it was no longer for the passing, but only for the completion.However, please take a long time to stare at yourself in the mirror, clothed or naked, the key is to look at yourself, that poor fleeting gadget! Deng Feng had to think so, this was his only hope of living.

The wind blows, the petals are flying in the air, the body is light, and the fragrance is floating.It was getting late and the chill was rising, Yin Lihua stood with her clothes on, wiping away her tears secretly.Seeing this, Deng Feng couldn't bear it, and said, "Do you want me to go to Kunyang to have a look?" Yin Lihua was both surprised and delighted, "Are you really willing to go?" Looking at the bright smile in front of him, Deng Feng's heart was cut like a knife.You are worried that Liu Xiu will die in Kunyang, aren't you afraid that I will die in Kunyang too?

Deep in his secret heart, Deng Feng secretly hoped that Liu Xiu would die in battle in Kunyang. Once Liu Xiu died in battle, the marriage contract would be invalidated, all obstacles would disappear, and Yin Lihua would belong to him again.However, how could he refuse Yin Lihua's request?For her, he would do anything, including saving his love rival. Before Deng Feng could answer, Yin Lihua immediately said, "No, you can't go, the situation in Kunyang is too critical. In any case, I can't lose you again." It was too late, however, and the damage had already been done.Deng Feng hid the pain in his heart, and laughed loudly: "Don't worry. I should go out for a walk too. I haven't been out for a long time, and the masses are starting to have opinions."

What else could he do?He can only fight fire with fire, constantly replacing the existing small disappointment and pain with greater disappointment and pain, just like a snowball, or a chain of illegal fundraising.Knowing that it is too dangerous, knowing that there will be a day of collapse, but it doesn't matter, anyway, he is already in a desperate situation, and the ending seems to be destined, he can only watch her slowly fade out of his life. Peach blossom in hand, as light as tears, red as blood. Gratitude is as small as a bowl of porridge, as big as a love.