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The wooden-colored archway stands at the top of the stairs, with assorted pavements of the same color on both sides, and tourists are like weaving below, and their sleeves become shade.

Yao An was sitting on the rock, throwing a clay whistle in the shape of a swallow, which he just bought.

He had a bird's-eye view from a high place, and soon, a familiar light blue shadow broke into the crowd, and the ramie shirt was gently swaying with the trot.

Yao An didn't shout in a hurry, but raised the whistle to his lips and blew.

A clear and resonant Yan Ming sounded, Yao Jianqi turned around upon hearing the sound, and looked at each other.

After a while, the one from the high place ran down first, staggered away from the shoulders and heels, and reached the flat ground.

Yao An was wearing a teal green thin jacket with the zipper open, and the summer leaf short-sleeves were still inside, and the bottom edge of the khaki slacks rubbed against his knees. If it weren't for the obvious footprints on the sneakers, Yao Jianqi would not have known how dusty he was. Servant.

"I was thinking on the way here, are you not going to answer the phone?" Yao An bit his words, narrowing his eyes, "If you really don't answer, will I have to force it?"

"Just accidentally." Yao Jianqi said sincerely, "I was too engrossed in painting."

Yao An knew that he was used to it all along, so he really wasn't lying, so he asked again: "Have you been painting for 3 hours?"

"Really?" Yao Jianqi didn't know very well, he didn't check the time.

"It's already 1 o'clock in the afternoon!" Yao An said loudly, "Have you eaten yet?"

Yao Jianqi shook his head: "I came over after answering the phone."

Yao An had no choice but to poke him on the forehead twice, but he raised his hand and only held Yao Jianqi's wrist.

"Go eat first!"

Upstairs on hanging feet, the two of them did not sit opposite each other, but leaned on both sides at right angles. The square table leaned on the railing, just overlooking the green water, and they could enjoy the beautiful scenery while moving their chopsticks.

While waiting for the dishes to be served, Yao Jianqi filled the bowl with boiling water, scalded the tableware, and asked, "Brother, how did you find it?"

"I asked Auntie." Yao An said, "I ran away after asking, and I didn't have time to drink water, and Dad didn't have time to shout."

"Really?"

"Is this still fake?"

Yao Jianqi smiled sweetly: "Then you have to be careful when you go back, you might be beaten by your uncle."

"Are you gloating?" Yao An raised his eyebrows, "Who am I for?"

Yao Jianqi just smiled and put the rinsed bowls and chopsticks in front of him.

The hot stone pot fish was served on the table, together with the previous blood cake duck, rice tofu, glutinous glutinous rice balls, a total of four dishes, all ready.

"Actually, it's good to make a trip like this." Yao An suddenly said seriously.

Yao Jianqi picked up a large piece of cheek meat from the stone pot, tilted his head slightly: "Huh?"

"Look, we've grown up so much, we haven't played together yet." Yao An exchanged glutinous glutinous rice balls and sugar in front of Yao Jianqi, and said, "The summer vacation is so long, and I didn't take you anywhere to see it."

Yao Jianqi didn't care much, and said, "There is still time in the future."

Yao An leaned on his chopsticks and began to calculate in a dignified manner: "You are in high school now, time is tight, and you will go to college later, brother will take you to level the five mountains and go north and south!"

He talked more and more vigorously, put his arm on Yao Jianqi's shoulder, raised his eyebrows and asked, "How is it?"

Yao Jianqi couldn't help laughing, and said bluntly, "OK—"

After finishing speaking, he put all the thorny fish meat into Yao An's bowl: "Hurry up and eat."

Yao An flew a kiss across the air, and happily picked up the fish.

"Oh, by the way, you have to sketch later, where are the painting tools?"

"Half-way."

"Aren't you?" Yao An asked while eating, "You don't draw anymore?"

Yao Jianqi picked up his chopsticks and said, "I won't draw anymore, I will accompany you."

Yao An liked it in his heart, but as a brother, he had to think about his younger brother, and he couldn't be completely nonsense: "Then you don't want to learn painting anymore?"

"You came here for me." Yao Jianqi looked at him, "I can't watch the stars with you?"

Yao An couldn't stop laughing, and went to hug Yao Jianqi: "Then you paint during the day, and count the stars with me at night!"

In the next two days, the two traveled around the ancient city by sketching.For a while it was the Wind and Rain Bridge, where pillars and beams were carved on the end of the brush and a high platform was built;

The sun spread evenly on their faces, like a thin layer of paint. When Yao Jianqi was painting, Yao An stood by and held up a sun umbrella for him. Yao Jianqi asked him to play, so he ran to a silverware shop not far away and bought a For the useless but beautiful lock, he brought another can of ginger candy and fed it to Yao Jianqi's mouth.

The night is low, the shore is full of lights, and the river is the brightest mirror, so walking on the shore is like swimming in the water.Yao An and Yao Jianqi put two wishing lamps by the riverside, and the two lotus petals carried their secret wishes and floated far away, brighter than the stars.

Most of Yao Jianqi's classmates knew Yao An, because he also helped boys throw away garbage bags and helped girls carry painting boxes, earning a lot of popularity.Yao Jianqi was worried and asked him not to be promiscuous, but Yao An wiped his lips and smiled: "I am Aiwujiwu!"

Chen Zhe ran out of paint, so he asked Yao Jianqi to borrow a color box, squeezed a little, and said to Yao Jianqi, "You and your brother have such a good relationship."

A few meters away, Yao An was sitting on a bluestone to take a picture, as if immersed in the water, the camera turned to them and waved.

Yao Jianqi looked at Yao An, at this moment, he didn't want to lie to anyone.

"It's not what you think it is," he said.

Chen Zhe blinked, not understanding why.

Yao Jianqi withdrew his gaze, supported Chen Zhe's elbow, pulled him up from the ground, and walked half a step sideways.

The camera was covered, Yao An put down his phone, only Yao Jianqi's back was in sight, which happened to block Chen Zhe.

They stood there, the crowd was far away, Yao An was also far away, they couldn't hear what they were saying, and the wind couldn't carry a single word.

After a long time, before Yao An's legs went numb, Chen Zhe finally withdrew from Yao Jianqi's back, vaguely and sincerely, then lowered his head and left.

At this time, the wind changed direction, Yao Jianqi turned around, the broken hair on his forehead was stroked by a pair of colorless hands, and his eyebrows were exposed.

He smiled silently at Yao An, almost tenderly.

Three days later, Xu Weixin returned with the studio team, except Yao Jianqi.

He and Yao An planned to stay one more night, not to paint, but to walk the places they had walked, or whatever they wanted.

When Yao An came, he didn't bring any clothes, he was dressed in Yao Jianqi's from inside to outside, and the size was just right.The temperature was low at night, and they wore gray-blue jackets newly bought in the shop, which were exactly the same, embroidered with patterns of mountains and rivers.

Red lanterns are tied on the eaves, decorating the entire ancient city like a new house.The two of them strolled down, due to their similar height, their hands were always rubbing against each other intentionally or unintentionally, amidst the crowd, this feeling was different from holding hands.

Yao Jianqi heard the lusheng in the distance, winding around the electronic music and folk songs in the bar like a thread, he asked Yao An: "Do you want to look for it?"

"Okay." Yao An said.

Yao Jianqi then took half a step forward, and naturally held Yao An's hand, as if there was nothing wrong with leading the way, Yao An looked down and held Yao An's hand quietly in the night.

The Flower Bridge built at the end of the water is really lively, the lantern market is like daytime, and the promenade is burning like a fire dragon. People burn incense and throw bamboo sticks inside, asking for lots and fulfilling their wishes.

After crossing the bridge, there is a circular square with a long pole standing in the middle and a circle of pine torches around it.As soon as the two of them stepped in, Lusheng could hear it. Twenty or so local women, wearing embroidered skirts and silver ornaments, were dancing the golden pheasant dance in the square, with flower belts splashing with the dance steps.

They stood on the steps under the eaves with many people, obviously looking up at the performance, but their hearts were not there.

Yao An glanced at the hands they were still holding, how could this end.

I changed my mind and comforted myself, but luckily it was just holding hands.

Yao Jianqi really watched the dance without blinking, with a transparent smile on his lips.

He thought of something, turned around and asked, "Brother, what wish did you make when you set off the river lantern that day?"

Yao An was suddenly asked, and paused for a while: "Isn't it possible to say that?"

"Tell me, maybe I can help you realize it." Yao Jianqi looked at him brightly.

Yao An's heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly looked away, and dodged stiffly: "Why don't you tell me about yourself."

"Okay." Yao Jianqi did not hesitate, "Do you want to hear it?"

Yao An didn't expect him to be so forthright, he paused for a while, and said the same thing: "It won't work if you say it."

"It doesn't matter." Yao Jianqi said, "It won't happen anyway."

Yao An was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at Yao Jianqi, who accepted his gaze frankly, hiding some tacit selfishness.

The wine stall not far away is full of mellow fragrance. If you get drunk before drinking, you will probably make people willing to surrender.

"Not necessarily." Yao An said out of nowhere.

Yao Jianqi's eyes suddenly flickered, and he clenched Yao An's hand tightly, as if confirming: "Really?"

Yao An was shuddered by him, he knew that he could still go back on his word, at least for now.

But he said: "If you don't tell me, how will I know."

When Yao Jianqi waited for these words, he was so happy that he couldn't believe it.

He looked at Yao An, seeing the closeness as a longing, and finally said impatiently: "Brother, I..."

But his voice was drowned out.

What overwhelmed him was not lusheng, electronic music or folk songs, but a rare and strange scream from the surrounding crowd and the scream of burning fire.