Chapter 1200 Repeated this word once

"You... who are you?" Li Xiangqian's voice trembled, his eyes full of doubt and fear.

He Yuzhu did not answer, but smiled calmly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. That kind of gaze seemed to be able to tear apart all false appearances and reveal the truth behind them. He slowly walked to the window, raised his hand, and seemed to be looking down at the world with that ethereal look. His back looked lonely and strange, like an alien species that was incompatible with this world.

Li Xiangqian involuntarily took a few steps back, the fear in his heart made him feel suffocated. He finally realized that what he had known all along might be just a world that was falsely decorated on the surface. And He Yuzhu in front of him might really be a force far beyond his understanding, hidden behind the unfathomable.

"You will know what you should know sooner or later." He Yuzhu's voice sounded like a deep prophecy, full of endless depth and cruelty. "However, I won't let you know too much easily, Li Xiangqian. You can only know what you can bear."

Li Xiangqian stood there, sweating all over his body. He felt dizzy and as if he was oppressed by some invisible force, unable to breathe. His heart was filled with turmoil, but he could not find a way out.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Li Xiangqian said in a hoarse voice, his eyes fixed on He Yuzhu's back, "Do you know you are playing with fire? No matter who you are, you must give me an explanation today!"

He Yuzhu turned around slowly, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes: "Explanation?" The corners of his mouth slightly raised, but his tone was as cold as the cold wind on a winter night, "You don't even know what you are pursuing, how can you talk about explanation?"

Li Xiangqian's mood was once again oppressed by an invisible heavy weight. His hands began to tremble slightly, and his mind was in a mess. He wanted to refute and ask all the questions clearly, but every time the words came to his mouth, he felt an indescribable fear, as if all his rationality had been broken.

"I will know." Li Xiangqian finally squeezed out a word from his throat, but his tone seemed unusually heavy, "No matter who you are, He Yuzhu, I will know."

He Yuzhu looked at him deeply, and the smile on his lips became even colder: "You will know, but whether you can bear it is the most important thing."

However, the recent letter is like a shadow that always hangs over my heart and I can never let it go.

"It's a bit cold." He muttered to himself, and wiped his forehead unconsciously with the back of his hand, as if hoping to wipe away the uneasiness. Just as he was about to turn around and go back to the house, a faint sound of footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

Li Xiangqian frowned subconsciously and stretched out his hand to close the gate, but suddenly stopped. He knew that the daily life of this courtyard was regular, and there were not many pedestrians outside, especially at this time. In addition, the steps were obviously a little hesitant and uneasy, as if he was waiting for something intentionally or unintentionally.

He tilted his head slightly and through the crack of the courtyard gate, he vaguely saw an old man walking to the door. The old man was a little hunched, wearing a washed-out cotton coat, holding a cloth bag in his hand. There were some white marks on the bag, like the burn marks of roasted chestnuts, and occasionally exuded a scent of ripe chestnuts. The old man was not walking fast, and although his steps were steady, he seemed a little tired.

Li Xiangqian stared at the cloth bag, his heart suddenly moved, and he walked to the door.

"Selling chestnuts?" he asked in a low voice.

The old man raised his head and looked at him. His eyes seemed a little tired, but there was no hesitation: "Yes, selling chestnuts." His voice was hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time, and a lot of silence had accumulated in his throat.

Li Xiangqian was slightly stunned, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the cloth bag again. The aroma filled his nose. The aroma of chestnuts always has an indescribable magic that can quickly attract people's attention in the cold air. He swallowed his saliva subconsciously and felt his stomach growling a few times.

"How much?" he asked. Although he didn't have a particularly strong appetite, he still couldn't help but speak.

The old man slowly bent down, took out a small bag of hot roasted chestnuts from his cloth bag, and handed it to Li Xiangqian. "Three cents a bag," he said.

Li Xiangqian paused, took out a few coins from his pocket and handed them over, taking the bag of hot chestnuts. The warm breath hit his face, like the warmest hug in winter. Li Xiangqian looked down at the small bag in his hand, and a complicated look suddenly flashed in his eyes. Although the bag of chestnuts didn't look much, at this moment, it became a synonym for a long-lasting thought in his heart.

He opened his mouth slightly, picked up a chestnut, and bit it gently. The sweet taste inside instantly filled his mouth, and the rich aroma made him intoxicated. However, his mood did not become lighter, but heavier.

"It's delicious." He spoke involuntarily, as if wanting to break the delicate silence.

The old man was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "These chestnuts are the little things I brought back from the roads I traveled over the years." He paused slightly, his eyes were a little moist, as if he was recalling something from the past.

Li Xiangqian glanced at the old man and found that his expression was not relaxed, but rather a little sad. Those deep eyes seemed to have an unclear past and traces of many hardships.

"Road?" Li Xiangqian repeated the word unconsciously.

The old man nodded gently, and was silent for a moment before he spoke: "When I was young, I also had a long period of time doing business. But now... looking back, I feel that I have moved too fast in this life." He smiled, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, "These chestnuts can be regarded as my 'legacy'. Although there are not many, they are mine at least."

Li Xiangqian lowered his head and didn't seem to ask any more questions. He felt that the old man in front of him didn't want to continue this topic, and he himself was not very good at communicating these profound past events with others. Instead, he felt a little depressed, thinking of the years he had experienced, when he was so eager to get to a certain place, but ended up forgetting the scenery along the way and losing a lot of things that he could have cherished.

"If you could do it all over again, what would you do?" He suddenly asked, and he was stunned for a moment after he said it, as if it was a little strange. But this sentence carried some indescribable power, as if some latent emotion needed to find an outlet.