Qing Lan Ji

Are you satisfied? "

Bo Chuancai still looked at her with that gentle and conniving expression, and said slowly: "So you really don't get along, so that you think of the girl who swore to you forever?"

Wen Jianjian's expression suddenly disappeared.

It's not a return to stillness, a disappearance without a trace as if nothing had happened.The surface of the porcelain began to crack, and fine lines appeared.

In these suddenly cracked gaps, there are signs that time has begun to flow.

The sound of the wind chimes being blown was like a shower.The long whip rolled on the back of the hand by Bo Chuancai looks like several gorgeous wounds.

Wen Jianjian looked at her indifferently, with undisguised mockery in her eyes.

"Women are those who please themselves. I said a long time ago that you will have this day."

Bo Chuancai shook his head, with an almost charming smile in the corner of his eyes. "No. A scholar dies for his confidant."

☆, Zhang Liuyan

When Ying Tianchang came in, Luo Wan was sitting at the table with an umbrella on it.

The umbrella is very clean, but it is also very old. Years of rain have dyed the texture of the umbrella handle and ribs into different shades of yellow.

Next to the umbrella is a pair of paper, the ink seems to have not completely dried.

There is a poem written in flowing cursive on it, which is "Jiangnan Song" by Liu Yun.

Tingzhou picks white apples, and the sun sets in the south of the Yangtze River.

There are returning guests in Dongting, and old friends in Xiaoxiang.

Why doesn't the old man come back?Chunhua's reply was late.

Don't know new knowledge and music, only words and deeds go a long way.

Ying Tianchang looked at the four crosses in sequence, and then in reverse.

Then he put down the note and said a sincere nonsense: "Good words."

Luo Wan looked at him, hesitant to speak.

Ying Tianchang raised a finger and said, "Hush."

He added: "You always say that I have something to hide from you. You can hide it from me too. Then we'll be even."

Luo Wan sneered and said, "You really think you know me well."

Ying Tianchang shook his head and said, "How dare I."

He added: "Of course, I really want to know what you were like in the past. But after thinking about it, it's fine now. Besides, even if I knew you before, you couldn't make friends with someone like me. Not necessarily, Will make friends, but not deep friends."

Looking at his seemingly orderly virtues, Luo Wan couldn't bear it anymore, and said something unprecedented: "You know a fart."

Ying Tian was taken aback, with a hurt expression on his face: "This is what I say from the bottom of my heart."

Luo Wan said: "I don't want your heartfelt words, I just want your heartfelt words."

He stood up suddenly, and put a hand on Ying Tianchang's shoulder.Ying Tianchang faced it calmly, but coughed heavily.Luo Wan's expression remained unchanged, he put down his hand without showing any signs, and said, "Cheng Lin, come in."

Zhou Chenglin was standing at the door with a look of lovelessness on his face. When Luo Wan called him, he didn't dare to move forward. One foot outside the door and one foot inside the door seemed to be stepping on the edge of a fire pit.Luo Wan said again: "Come in."

Ying Tianchang couldn't help laughing, Zhou Chenglin glanced at him, as if stung by a jellyfish, and quickly lowered his head again.After Ying Tianchang laughed, he felt that he should still have some insight: "Then what, I'll go out first."

Luo Wan didn't say anything, but Zhou Chenglin interrupted him forcefully. "no!"

Ying Tianchang was taken aback, he felt that this kid hadn't rented a house for three days, and he was very angry. "My good intentions don't hinder your eyes, but you still have an opinion?"

Zhou Chenglin was very imposing just now, but suddenly he was completely empty again. "I...I have something to tell you." He said bravely.

Ying Tianchang couldn't believe his ears, he turned to look at Luo Wan.Unexpectedly, Rowan had already started walking towards the door.

"I'll go out first." He explained kindly.

Zhou Chenglin was about to cry, and shouted: "It's the Pavilion Master's business!"

The two men lowered their faces, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.Ying Tianchang frowned and said: "Yes, I'd forget if you didn't tell me. What's wrong with Yan Fengyue, he actually let you fall into the hands of that lunatic, this matter is very serious, I will never end with him."

Luo Wan said slowly: "I learned from Mr. Cheng that Fengyue Linlang Pavilion was burned down by a fire on the night of July [-]th, and Yan Fengyue is nowhere to be found."

Zhou Chenglin lost his voice and said: "Burn?..." He then talked about the situation with Yan Fengyue after returning from Chuancai Building that night.What he said was not very clear, and some memories became blurred and confused under the excitement. The two listened patiently, and did not interrupt when there were conflicts. Until Zhou Chenglin described the clothes and appearance of the two guests, Ying Tianchang suddenly Said: "Wonderful work Yin Jianwen and idiot Lu Yu."

Luo Wan said: "These two have not heard from each other for at least five years."

The corners of Ying Tianchang's eyes twitched slightly, and he said, "Actually, I just heard about them recently."

He didn't seem to want to give a specific explanation now, but instead asked: "Then?"

Zhou Chenglin said: "Then...then they..." The tragic situation of shopkeeper Li and Yan Fengyue's figure reappeared in front of his eyes, and he trembled heavily, and his tone could not help but bring a weeping sound. "The pavilion master thought it was very dangerous, so he let me go first and go to Bo Sanniang from Chuancaifang...but I was caught halfway...the pavilion master now...doesn't know if I'm still alive or not!" The fear and sadness that had been put aside reappeared one after another, and he almost burst into tears.

When he turned his head, he found that both of them looked at him with incredible eyes, and said angrily, "Why are you looking at me like that!"

Ying Tianchang said: "If you say you are stupid, you still don't believe it. You have been with your pavilion master for over ten years, and you don't know him at all. He will die even if I die."

Zhou Chenglin was furious again when he heard this statement, and said with a sneer, "Then I don't want the pavilion master to be so powerful."

Ying Tianchang said: "What's wrong with your pavilion master? What's wrong with me? Today's young people don't have any toughness at all. They only know how to sit back and enjoy what they get. They don't want to set high goals, and when they achieve them, they feel a great sense of accomplishment." Li Zhou Chenglin said to Luo Wan: "It's hard to talk about Fengyue just because of these two people."

Luo Wan said: "It depends on the situation, if he gets bored and wants to move."

Ying Tianchang admired: "You already understand his essence quite well, but have you exaggerated the degree of weirdness too much? It is also his hard work for many years to pick and choose, unless it is a last resort..."

Luo Wan said: "What if it is a last resort?"

Ying Tianchang shook his head and said, "It must be more than that."

Zhou Chenglin just felt that he couldn't get in the conversation, and tried his best to say: "I... I think... Uncle Li... a little strange. He, he was seriously injured, but I..."

For some reason, he always felt that Yan Fengyue in the last glance was surrounded by three people.

Ying Tianchang said: "You think it's strange, it must be quite strange. Shopkeeper Li..." He pondered for a while, then said to Luo Wan: "There is a play."

Luo Wan said: "I will write to Chuancai Fang, and I will explain to him about the Qianpin Banquet."

Ying Tianchang said: "I'm afraid he is not in the mood to listen to your explanation. But Qu Zhijun needs to investigate further. Did he treat you?" The last sentence was addressed to Zhou Chenglin.

Zhou Chenglin thought hard and shook his head. "No, I asked him nothing and he didn't answer, he just said he liked me very much."

Ying Tianchang sighed: "This is scary enough!" He grabbed Zhou Chenglin's shoulders and shook them for a while, as if to check whether Qu Zhijun had any spiritual pollution, but if there was, it would be impossible to just be seen like this. Had to give up worryingly. "In two days, ask a monk to recite scriptures for you to get rid of bad luck. In short, you can't believe a word of what the old man said, do you hear it?"

Zhou Chenglin stared at him blankly, his nasal cavity suddenly felt sore, and he burst into tears.Ying Tianchang was startled, jumped a foot away, and secretly went to see Luo Wan. The latter looked delighted, so he waved his hand cautiously in front of Zhou Chenglin: "Speak up if you have something to say."

Zhou Chenglin hiccupped from crying, choked and said, "I won't kill you anymore."

Seeing him like this, Ying Tianchang couldn't help but feel extremely guilty, and said embarrassingly: "So you give up?"

Zhou Chenglin said: "I have tried several times."

Ying Tianchang encouraged: "Nothing is impossible, you have only tried twice, at least you still have one more chance."

A smile formed in his eyes. "But not now. Because now you really have no chance of winning. Practice swordsmanship with your master. I welcome you anytime."

Zhou Chenglin looked tired after venting, and didn't reply to this kind of provocation that obviously teased him, but just gave a low "hmm", then raised his head and said: "Then when will I go to save the pavilion master, I think--"

Luo Wan said: "You don't need to think about it. Go practice the knife."

Zhou Chenglin said anxiously: "But I—"

Luo Wan said: "Go to practice the knife!"

At this time, he had an aura of calmness and prestige, which could be said to be awe-inspiring. Zhou Chenglin didn't dare to talk back, and bowed and retreated.Ying Tianchang sighed, "I'm so glad I'm not your apprentice."

Luo Wan said: "I don't want an apprentice like you."

Ying Tianchang smiled wryly and said, "Isn't it? Are you really disgusted?" He put down a bronze paperweight, looked at pens of different thicknesses hanging on them, stretched out his hand to fiddle with them lightly, and blinked with interest.

"Actually, I want to practice calligraphy more than learning knives."

Luo Wan said: "You can make a temporary post."

Ying Tianchang said: "I can't calm down. Qin and chess may be sloppy, but I don't know anything about calligraphy and painting. Unless I really retreat for a month, I will have no other entertainment. At that time, if I don't make progress, I will have to make progress."

Luo Wan said, "Aren't you going to leave?"

Ying Tianchang didn't know what to say.After a while, he smiled and said, "I'll be back."

Luo Wan said: "Where are you going back? This is not your residence, and Luoyang is not your hometown."

Ying Tianchang's heart seemed to be squeezed by someone, he couldn't refute him like this, so he just walked around gently. "I promised the Palace Master that only by taking Huangliang back can I get what I want."

Luo Wan said: "Is the nine-back bell the last thing you're looking for?"

Ying Tianchang said: "Yes. The last one."

Luo Wan said: "What if I don't want to give it to you?"

Ying Tianchang said: "I beg you."

Luo Wan said: "What if I don't agree?"

Ying Tianchang looked at Luo Wan's silent side face like a sculpture, and a look of pain gradually appeared in his eyes.

He almost blurted out "then what do you want".However, he finally remembered that this person was Rowan!

Bargaining with Rowan is ridiculous.If it was in the past, there would be no need to ask about such things.He knew too many people, too many people who could be called friends.Because of the many, he understands that there are very few people like Rowan.

On the contrary, now that this transparent emotion has mutated, he always feels cautious and tricky.As if it had grown into a strangely beautiful and untouchable flower, more irreversible than before.

Ying Tianchang suddenly wanted to laugh.

They all knew that doing whatever they wanted was nothing but empty words, and Rowan was so arrogant that he would never accept his easy concessions.

But those words were not a pretext, a trap that he was accustomed to. The cold room in Baixue Pavilion was too cold, and it was impossible for him to have any energy left for dishonesty.But in view of his many criminal records, he has no face to complain about injustice.

But was it his original intention to become like this?Why do they bother to torture each other like this?

Ying Tianchang took a deep breath, and said calmly: "You once said that you wanted to know the purpose of my collection of these things. I have worked hard for nearly ten years, just for one end. Now that the end is in front of me, I feel a little Fear."

"I want you to come and see it with me."

Rowan said nothing, just looked at him.

Ying Tianchang pretended to be relaxed and said: "If you have already regretted it, it's okay, I will go back alone, after all, this has nothing to do with you. Although there is nothing unusual this time, it is just a trip - I am very happy with the lamp. I swear to this—but I have to get the nine-back bell, and I can't give up all my efforts at this point. I will try my best to make up for what you lost. "

The more he speaks, the smoother he is, the more he feels bad. There are subtle deviations between his words and his real thoughts, which may not be in the opposite direction, but there is no need to be in the opposite direction, as long as he deviates a little, the purpose is completely different.In the end, he really wanted to slap himself, so he had no choice but to hope that Luo Wan would understand the meaning that he himself didn't quite understand.

His eyes fell on Rowan's hand.The waist is empty.This should be the second time he saw Rowan without a knife.He felt very uncomfortable.He didn't want Luo Wan to be unable to live without the knife for the rest of his life, but at this moment he felt uneasy.

So he said, "Like, your knife."

Rowan said, "Do I really need a knife?"

Ying Tianchang's heart sank without warning.Luo Wan's sentence was very peaceful, without any sarcasm, it was simply a question, as if asking for help, and needed his opinion.However, Ying Tianchang felt chills all over his body, and even felt a suffocating pain in his chest.

"I don't know," he said finally. "You're right, I don't know anything. I'll be waiting for you at Mengjindu in a month's time."

Luo Wan's lips moved, Ying Tianchang knew those two words, so he repeated them with a smile, and added two more naturally.

"Take care, buddy."

☆、Zhang Qifang Feidu

The gate of the courtyard is closed, and the green elm trees in the courtyard can be seen from the top of the wall.

The rainwater flows evenly from the tile eaves, and the walls are covered with wet and slippery moss. When you stare at it, it gives people a feeling of mold starting from the bone.

Zhongyuan has passed.The rain has become different from before; even if I was aggrieved to the extreme before, and I breathed indiscriminately, I would still be aggrieved after it rained, maybe even more aggrieved.But now every rain is like a sharp knife that cuts off a layer of flesh and blood, and the heat left behind is getting thinner and thinner.

There are people talking in the yard, the sound is not very loud, it may be confused with the sound of various rainwater at first glance.The rain dripping down the eaves, the rain dripping over the stone slabs, the cold wind rushes in gusts, and the spring-like rain gathers behind the veins.When it is passed outside the door, it is not easy to distinguish.

"...Do you also want to learn from Chengmen Lixue? Chengmen Liyu? The stove has been sealed for ten years, and my hands have long been useless. You know that but you still come here. It seems sincere, and you want to embarrass me. I have no choice but to embarrassing you."

There was no response from outside the door, the voice was more like talking to himself.It stopped for a while and it rang again, this time with a softer tone.

"I have been fighting iron for half my life. When iron leaves my hands, it is dead. Even if it is dripped with my blood, it is still dead. If you meet a human being, you are considered alive.... No, iron is just iron. Only human beings can You can't kill him with a knife or a sword. You and I know this all too well. But the truth is the truth, and the matter is the matter. Since I forged the sword, I dare not say that his death has nothing to do with me..."

The tail sound is extremely blurred in the water mist.The hand holding the handle of the umbrella was soaked.

He didn't like the rain very much, but he was secretly grateful that the excuse gave him something to hold on to again.

"I thought you didn't plan to use a knife!" The man said again, as if he had made up his mind not to mention his own affairs, and completely pointed the finger at the other party. "I thought you were tired a long time ago. Take ten thousand steps back, even if you still plan to use the knife again, why come to me? Since the knife I forged will be broken by someone else's sword, it will be broken by someone else's sword in the future Under the sword. You don't want to kill people, and you don't want to die quickly, so why ask for a knife?"

When Ying Tianchang came back, he also heard the bell.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he looked up in surprise.Under the background of the blue sky, animals and birds on the roof are clearly visible, and he can even see the slight rust on the wind chimes.

He was so engrossed in watching it that someone patted his arm before he realized it.She is one of the palace lord's personal maids, named Fu Ling, a very lively little girl.She was unabashedly pleased to see him. "you are back!"

Ying Tianchang really couldn't understand why he was so happy to see him for a moment,——Wenhui Palace lived in seclusion, and almost all members lived in seclusion. Occasionally, he saw an unusual living creature, let alone a person, even a rabbit. Enough for the girls to be happy for a few days, he temporarily forgot about it.He froze for a moment, and decided to tell the truth: "I'm sorry."

Fu Ling was also stunned. "What did you do?"

Ying Tianchang smiled wryly, "I promised to bring you a present when I went out this time, but I forgot to buy it."

Poria curled her mouth. "Hmph, I didn't count on you." Even though she said that, her mood was obviously lowered, and Ying Tianchang felt that she deserved to die.But when she turned her head, she said briskly, "Are you tired from running so far? Go back and rest first, your house is cleaned every day."

Ying Tianchang said: "Thank you." He took a step forward and turned his head again. "Is the Palace Master here?"

Poria snorted. "Even if I was here, I wouldn't want to see you in such a busy state!" She suddenly made an expression of enlightenment, approached him mysteriously and said, "I know what you're planning. It's better if you die." , the Palace Master is not someone you can touch, he has..."

She seemed to have misunderstood something, and she seemed to know that she was misunderstanding at all, and she just wanted to laugh at him.Ying Tianchang could only nod his head again and again, what else could he do besides being taught with an open mind?

Fu Ling hurt him a lot, and finally he was refreshed, and ran away with a jump.Ying Tianchang looked towards his courtyard, then looked up at the wind chimes.

After all, he didn't go back to rest, but went straight to the direction of the wind chime.

His gait was a little possessed.

He walked very slowly, stepping up the stairs of the small building step by step, every step seemed to be testing.There was no movement until the door; that way he knew he wasn't unwelcome.When the wind chime was hanging not far above his head, he stopped looking and opened the transparent bead curtain.

Wen Jianjian was kneeling inside, her black hair pouring down to the ground like a waterfall.

Whenever he comes here, Ying Tianchang feels like he has fallen into the gap of time, and everything is still.

The furnishings of this room will never change, the flowers in the vase will never change, the incense burning in the furnace will never change, just like this woman will never change.It was like this ten years ago, and it will still be like this ten years later, even though he only stayed in Wenhui Palace for more than half a year.

Ying Tianchang sat down opposite her and poured himself a cup of tea.Wen Jianjian watched his movements and said, "It seems that you did it."

"I'll do things, don't worry."

"I'm curious what you traded for it."

Ying Tianchang smiled. "Can my subordinates keep it secret?"

Wen Jianjian said: "Of course." Her curiosity seemed to be just polite words, but she was not interested in this matter at all.

That bottle of wine named Huang Liang, which was acquired at a great price, a lot of energy, and encountered many dangers, is quietly placed on the table at the moment. There is nothing unusual about it except for its small size. In the general space, it seems even more absurd than the legend of the good dream itself.

Wen Jianjian said again: "I thought you wanted to ask me something."

Ying Tianchang shook his head and said: "Palace Master is joking, I am your subordinate now, how dare I question your actions."

Wen Jianjian said: "I don't dare to return, I still want to, don't you?"

Ying Tianchang shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, I don't want to." He finished the first cup of tea. "In the end, it has nothing to do with me."

Wen Jianjian stared at him, his pupils were like two dull black jade. "Then what if I want you to kill Yan Fengyue?"

I knew this guy wasn't dead! ——Ying Tianchang shouted violently in his heart, and was about to shake himself up to deal with it, but Wen Jianjian interrupted him. "When I didn't ask."

Ying Tianchang heaved a sigh of relief, but smiled wryly: "It seems that the palace master still doesn't trust me."

Wen Jianjian said: "How do you call it trustworthy? How much do you believe in someone? Who do I want to do ten things? Who can do ten things? Even if I trust you a thousand points, what's the use?"

Ying Tianchang praised sincerely. "Palace Master, you really fascinate me."

Wen Jianjian said: "Do you know why I put you at ease in the Wenhui Palace where there are almost all women?"

Ying Tianchang said: "Because I am bright and beautiful, and I keep myself clean."

Wen Jianjian said, "Because you basically don't have the talent to please women."

Ying Tianchang was in so much pain that he suppressed his heartache: "Your subordinates are taught."

Wen Jianjian looked at him again, and said, "It must be very hard for you to travel around for days. I will naturally give you what I promised you, so you don't have to worry about it."

Ying Tianchang slightly turned his head towards the outside of the door, as if he was attentively listening to see if the bell was still ringing, and then said with a smile: "The palace master has made a promise, so I naturally don't worry about it. It's just that when I went to Luoyang this time, I met A very interesting person, I think the Palace Master may be interested in knowing."

Wen Jianjian looked at him noncommittally.Ying Tianchang's heart skipped a beat suddenly, but he continued to speak. "This person has a child next to Yan Fengyue in his hand."

Wen Jianjian still did not speak.

Ying Tianchang's intuition had already told him that the consequences would be unpredictable if he continued, but a stubborn and stupid courage like an evil thought made him bite the bullet and continue: "...but he asked me for yellow rice."

Wen Jianjian clapped her hands.

Sweat broke out on Ying Tianchang's back.

There would be no need for intuition, he was sure that every word he said just now seemed to point to a knife in his throat!

Will he be decapitated in an instant because of this simple action of Wen Jianjian?Was the wind chime that suddenly became harsh, the last sound he heard in this life?

Fortunately, he heard footsteps again.A girl lowered her head, her steps were softer than a kitten, and she walked in holding a box.Ying Tianchang recognized her as Wen Jianjian's personal maid, but he couldn't remember her name.She put the box on the table, bowed to the two of them, then bowed her head and backed out.

Ying Tianchang noticed that her hands were shaking.He gave Wen Jianjian a hopeless look, knowing that he had no choice but to open the box.

Inside the box is a bright red tongue, which is still steaming because it is too fresh, and seems to be struggling and trembling, like a gecko's desperately docked tail.

He closed the lid again.Wen Jianjian's expression was so calm, there was no clue that he was waiting for his painful or shocked reaction.She hadn't done it to punish him for the pleasure of torturing him, and then he realized he must be being self-indulgent.

Wen Jianjian's behavior has nothing to do with him, it's just a warning to keep his mouth shut.

Once again he felt worthless.And not just because of Poria's chirping voice and lively expression (which she's apparently lost forever).In the past six months in Wenhui Palace, he thought he knew about seven or eight percent of Wen Jianjian.He can't control it, but he can understand it, even including the matter of her doing something to Fengyue Linlang.So, is Wen Jianjian's actions today a part of what he didn't study thoroughly, or did he get it all wrong from the beginning, and this idea is already arrogant enough?

But now he was in no mood to reflect.The only thing he wants to do is to get out of here, as soon as possible, as far away as possible, although he is not sure that his body still has such strength left; neither vase flowers nor incense burner can relax him, his wrists and ankles are heavy to the point of breaking.He struggled to salute Wen Jianjian.

"Subordinates retire."

Wen Jianjian nodded. "Go ahead."

The tone of these words is very ordinary, and it can even be said to be very kind. They are friends who are close to each other, and they have no doubt that they will see each other again tomorrow.But Ying Tianchang suddenly found out that Wen Jianjian was actually letting him go as he wished.What he was thinking, she could tell at a glance.

The taste of being seen through is really not good.He could only smile wryly: "If the Palace Master needs it, the subordinates will come back."

Wen Jianjian said, "No need."

There was a glamorous and almost joyful smile on her face that Ying Tianchang had never seen before. While Ying Tianchang was shocked, he also wondered whether his hard work for the past six months had only brought trouble to the other party. As for the boss feeling so encouraged when he finally resigns. "You've done enough for me."

When we arrived at Mengjindu, the sky had just darkened.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is just over, and the gray-white moon is not so full, and there are some faint shadows on the edge.Fog shrouded the wild pavilion at the ferry, and the sound of running water seemed to be whimpering.

In fact, even if the two meet up, they can't start from here. Ying Tianchang was worried about the lack of time, so he set the location at the ferry back to Luoyang from Wenhui Palace.But the return trip went smoothly, two or three days earlier than the agreed time.

This should be in line with a subconscious wish of his; this time he wanted to wait.

The impression he gives to ordinary people is that he is always elusive, coming and going in a hurry, erratic and doing whatever he wants, only he himself knows the misery.Rowan was the opposite of him, he rarely acted rashly, he was stronger than a rock, and he could easily know where to find it and where it would be waiting for him.

He had made Rowan wait many times.

It is also possible that Rowan just has nothing to do, - in his own words, as dead as a tree, - waiting for him by the way.

The boat was getting closer and closer to the river bank.A figure gradually emerged from the fog-shrouded wild pavilion.

The man was leaning against the railing, his vague figure looked desolate and lonely.

Ying Tianchang's heart suddenly beat violently.

Hadn't he come early enough?

He jumped down before the boat stopped, and almost missed his feet, and the hem of his clothes was splashed with water.He took a deep breath, and walked towards the pavilion as naturally as possible, lowering his eyes and staring at the ground directly in front of him, he wondered whether to take out the fan to keep calm in the middle.

When he saw the man's face clearly, he regretted why he had come so early.

Qu Zhijun looked at him with a smile, his facial features were very unreal in the hazy darkness: "Is the person you want to see not coming?"

Elder Ying Tian answered honestly: "It's not yet time."

Qu Zhijun showed a tacit expression that made Ying Tianchang want to punch him in the face.

"It may be difficult, but don't give up." He said earnestly in the tone of someone who has experienced it. "People in the world are mediocre and only point fingers, but this kind of thing is self-aware."

Ying Tianchang sighed: "Speaking these words from your mouth really can't give me the slightest comfort."

Mr. Qu Zhi didn't think it was disobedient, but his tone was very concerned. "Do you hate me?"

Ying Tianchang is very sincere. "Why do I hate you? On the contrary, I envy you very much. You are so rich, so romantic, and your martial arts are so high that it is rare in the world. I was still vomiting blood yesterday after being slapped by you." He didn't want to continue this at all. The topic changed quickly. "Where are your little beauties?"

Qu Zhi Jun said: "I am here to wait for you."

Ying Tianchang's heart was full of galloping horses, and he smiled wryly, "What are you waiting for me to do? I'm not beautiful, and the yellow beams are no longer on me."

Qu Zhijun said: "You have misunderstood. I am not here to make a deal with you, kill each other, or other labor-intensive things. You are about to travel far away, and I am just here to see you off."

Ying Tianchang looked at him tiredly, thinking of nothing. "I don't know what kind of ending you want me to have?"

Qu Zhijun didn't answer his blatant question, but solemnly and respectfully unfastened the flute from his waist.

The curling flute sound is far away.Ying Tianchang was still standing in the pavilion.

At this moment, he felt that it might be better if Luo Wan didn't come, the scene just now was so weird that it was almost a dream, it couldn't be called a good sign anyway.Qu Zhijun's song is more like sending him off than sending him off.It doesn't matter if Mr. Qu Zhi really wants his life, after all, there have always been many people who think this way, but Mr. Qu Zhi seems to have more than that.Whatever it was, he didn't want to think about it now (rejecting all of it anyway), and he didn't want to think about anything else.All his energy was spent wondering if Rowan would come.He even identified the number of ships passing by on the water, and unconsciously used this to divination the results. This does not mean that he is more crazy than usual, because sometimes he decides things by the front and back of the coin.

But intuition and God's will can't help him solve this problem: Luo Wan, who has lost the Luoyan Sword, is he still willing to be his sword?

He thought maybe Rowan's desire was not that strong anymore.

He suddenly thought of the unexpectedly silent moon shadow swaying on the surface of the river, and the warmth of Luo Wan's chest against his back.Even earlier, there may still be some vague details, and he is not sure whether it happened or not, but he is too lazy to think about those, and only thinks about some of the most important and irrefutable evidences on his own.The temperature was the same as that in the cold room of Baixue Pavilion later, and the kiss that Luo Wan placed on his lips a month ago——he could not help but touch the corner of his mouth to make sure that the trace was still there——he was sure Yes, but it is old and faded.The dead is like a man, he is standing here, thinking that every second is a mighty river, and Rowan's wish is a wave. From time to time, he will rush to the beach with an aura of devouring everything, to bite his ankles, What followed was an involuntary retreat in the next second.He believed in the former as if he believed in the latter, but reason told him that this was not the case, it was just his illusion, or a subconscious hope, not to mention that the kiss was last month, yesterday, or even just now, Then this moment passed, and he was still not sure.

He clearly knew that he was disgusting to think like this; then, on the other hand, for such a disgusting self, is there really no need to continue?

However, why did he keep obsessing over Rowan's wish? Doesn't he have any wish himself?Could his wish still depend on Rowan's wish?

He wondered if his wish was equal to Rowan's.The only thing that is certain is that he is extremely looking forward to being accompanied by Rowan on this trip.

This nature may be very serious, and there may still be subtle deviations in their respective goals, but now there is nothing he can do if he can't ask for it.He used to think that although it was difficult to talk about it, it was very Boren, but in the end he stayed out of it, so he could sit back and relax.Who knows that this moment will be another moment, now it is his turn to acquiesce, to hint, this is not enough, forcing him to turn from defense to offense.If that's the case, let's just go into Luoyang City - thinking of this, his fingers suddenly clenched the ruined railing.

The wind and grass on the shore were rustling all the time.The shrill chirping of the autumn grasshopper is also very fluent, and the aftertaste of the sound of the flute is frozen in the mist, lingering for a long time.Even the moonlight seems to have a sound.

Among such colorful voices, it is very easy to miss the trace of a person.

Ying Tianchang's fingers suddenly loosened again.Blood flows peacefully through the heart.At first he thought he had made a mistake, but then he realized that it was because Rowan didn't bring a knife.A Rowan without a knife was walking towards him in a posture that he was very familiar with but also unfamiliar, a safe and defenseless posture, with slow but determined steps.The eyes were indeed on him, not looking through him, looking at other things.But it's not the tingling feeling of staring straight at it, it's very measured, as if he is also a part of the pavilion.At this time, it was too embarrassing to pretend to look at the ground or look into the distance, so he had no choice but to stare blankly at Rowan until Rowan walked up to him.

"Are you afraid that I won't come?"

Elder Ying Tian admitted honestly. "Yes, I'm afraid you won't come."

Rowan laughed. "Because you are afraid of losing, and you are afraid that if you make a wrong step, it will be irreversible. You leave room for everything, because you are unwilling to do everything, because you want to have a way out one day."

He stretched out his hand, and pressed his index finger weakly in front of Ying Tianchang's lips, as if trying to stop him from speaking. "I'm different from you. I have no retreat from you."

Ying Tianchang sighed very slightly, the warm air flowed over Luo Wan's fingertips, and the latter withdrew his hand in astonishment. "Yes. This time, you and I have no way out."

☆、Chapter Eight Returns Home

In his dream he heard the flute again.A faint flute sound, like a lingering mist, covering a vague and unclear shadow.When I opened my eyes, I knew it was earlier than usual.The extremely dim morning light could hardly see through the old window lattices, but the chill was pervasive.

Luo Wan got up to tidy up and went outside the cabin.Although the boat has been around for several years, the conditions are not uncomfortable. There are almost no other guests on the boat, and it is moored alone by the cold river in the early morning.He saw that the last star in the sky hadn't set yet, and he couldn't find the slightest trace of dawn's struggle; a man in Tsing Yi was sitting on the bow of the boat, and when he saw him, he smiled, and the flute was still in his hand.

"It bothered you?"

Luo Wan nodded seriously.

"I'm sorry." Ying Tianchang apologized honestly, but he seemed a little absent-minded. "You're not always like this