sick man

For the invitation of the evening painting, Song Anwen took Linglong to Tianyi Bureau to buy fashionable clothes.In fact, Linglong's own clothes are not cheap, and the fabrics and embroidery are all high-quality, but he likes simplicity by nature, and the patterns and patterns are very simple.Ordinary wear is good, if you go to painting

A gold cave like Fang, with less conspicuous attire, would definitely not be favored by beautiful girls.Let’s talk about Song Anwen himself, every time he went there, he wished he could dress up like a peacock, and he didn’t know if it was he who went to see the girl or the girl who came to see him.

"Tsk, tsk! I knew that cousin, you were born well. I didn't want to change your clothes, but even Liu Siqin, a famous handsome man in Zhuoyang City, can't compare to you!"

After Ling Long changed his clothes, Song Anwen circled around him, and the name Liu Siqin was mentioned no less than five times. Ling Long grabbed him funny and said,

"Cousin, don't turn around anymore. If you turn around again, I'm going to get dizzy! Besides, I'm not a woman, so what do you want to do?"

"Hey! That's because you haven't received the benefits of this face! Think about that Liu Siqin, whose family background is similar to mine, because of his face that harms others, hum! Going in and out of Yu Pavilion is like going back to your own home, damn it!"

Song Anwen gave him a heartbroken look, with a sense of aggrieved in his tone.

In all fairness, Song Anwen is not ugly, not only is he not ugly, he is also somewhat handsome, but whether it is compared with Liu Siqin in his mouth or Ling Long standing in front of him, he is still far behind.But things like looks are brought from the womb, and no one can change them. Ling Long knew that he was just saying

Said, then did not strike up a conversation.

After Song Anwen also changed his clothes, and it was not too far before the time for the boat trip, the two of them walked towards the river.

"Look, cousin! It's that boat!"

There was still some distance from the river bank, so Song Anwen pointed to a painting boat on the river and called out.

Ling Long looked in the direction he was pointing with the handle of his fan, and he saw a luxuriously decorated painting boat leaning against the river.The three-story hull is brightly lit, with thin gauze floating on the railings, blown by the river wind, flying back and forth like clouds and mist.There are already many people standing on the deck of the painting boat, all without exception.

Well-dressed, a rich and powerful man who can be seen at a glance.At this time, everyone is holding a fan in their hand, fanning gracefully, or fancifully fanning themselves.

Song Anwen seemed to have found the secret signal for the connection, and also pulled the gold-painted fan away, and walked up and down.

Looking at his funny appearance, Ling Long wanted to laugh, but Song Anwen took off the fan from his belt and pushed it into Ling Long's hand without looking back.

"Cousin, learn from my cousin!"

Ling Long had no choice but to separate the fan with a swipe, and shake it perfunctorily.Just this casual movement made the cheeks of the women passing by blushed, making Song Anwen feel sour.

After inspecting the invitation cards, Song Anwen took Ling Long to the top floor, and a beautiful girl in cool clothes in front of them, showing off her snow-white shoulders, led them into the front seat, and brought melons, fruits, wine and vegetables graciously. , she looked at Ling Long affectionately, and then walked away.

"Hehe, cousin, that Jiaoyan just now was brought out by Xiaoxiao. Although she is not as good as Xiaoxiao, she is still a rare beauty. She is interested in you!"

"Ok?"

Ling Long, who was concentrating on peeling the grape skins, turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows and said,

"Cousin, what did you just say?"

Song Anwen sighed bitterly, and replied,

"I said that the fruits here are carefully selected, you should eat more."

"Yeah!" Ling Long nodded solemnly, and really picked a grape and handed it to Song Anwen.

"Cousin, try it, this grape is so sweet, much sweeter than the one my mother grows herself."

Song Anwen immediately became angry, he had never seen anyone spend a lot of money to come here to eat grapes!

"Cousin, cousin told you..."

"Hehe, Young Master Liu is also coming up to join in the fun today?"

Song Anwen put away his fans, and was about to give Ling Long the precautions for having fun, when a shrill male voice made fun of him.

This "Master Liu" also attracted his attention.

Song Anwen raised his eyes, and as expected, it was Liu Siqin whom he had just mentioned walking towards him.

"Cousin, cousin!"

Liu Siqin exchanged pleasantries with the person who greeted him, and approached in a blink of an eye. Song Anwen had no choice but to cover his mouth with a fan, and secretly stabbed Linglong who was still peeling grapes.

"Cousin, what's the matter with you?"

Ling Long turned his face away, imitating Song Anwen and lowering his voice.

"Look, look!"

Song Anwen signaled him to look sideways with his eyes, Ling Long turned his face, and saw two people sitting on the empty table next to him.

One was about the same age as Song Anwen, looking like 23 or [-], with thick black hair tied up with a white jade hairpin, which made his face fairer and more delicate.And the boy sitting next to him...

Ling Long blushed, quickly lowered his head, took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth again and again, after making sure that nothing was on Song Ziwen's mouth, he turned back and stared at the boy seriously.

He didn't say a word, just stared straight at him without blinking, which was really scary.

Liu Siqin noticed the scorching gaze around him, turned his head to look, and met Ling Long's eyes, he was stunned for a moment, then squeezed out a smile, bowed and said,

"Brother, do we... know each other?"

Ling Long didn't say a word, and he didn't look away. Liu Siqin was terrified by him, so he couldn't help turning around and touching the boy beside him.The boy who lowered his eyes and seemed to be in a daze followed him, and Ling Long's face turned red again.

"Ah...it's you." The young man smiled slightly, his voice still clear,

"My son, hello."

"That..." Ling Long smiled embarrassedly, "Thank you..."

The young man showed a puzzled expression, and then suddenly thought of something, and the dimple at the corner of his mouth swayed deeply.

"Unkind."

"Do you know?"

Liu Siqin glanced at the boy thoughtfully.

"Well, there was a relationship."

The boy's face changed, and the smile on his face suddenly faded.

"What's your name?"

Ling Long didn't notice this subtle change, and still talked to the boy in a good mood,

The young man seemed to be frightened, his figure shook, and he lowered his eyes silently.

"Young master, I'm really sorry, my younger brother is not in good health, so you shouldn't bother."

Liu Siqin's polite refusal filled the embarrassment in time, Ling Long wanted to talk, but the lights in the hall suddenly went out.Everyone present stopped talking and turned their attention to the stage in the center of the hall.

It was originally covered by layers of pink gauze curtains, and pale mist escaped from the gaps in the gauze curtains from time to time, accompanied by bursts of quiet orchid fragrance.

Four girls wearing the same white gauze dress and pink gauze skirt each held up a gauze curtain, and slowly opened the curtain amidst the flowing music of the piano.

For a moment, Ling Long was convinced that he heard the suppressed gasps and exclamations around him.

He was a little puzzled.

The woman playing the piano in the gauze tent should be the protagonist tonight, Xiaoxiao.She was indeed beautiful, there seemed to be a sense of sadness between her brows, and the half-closed eyes seemed to be overflowing with water vapor, which made people feel pity all her life.Compared to the famous Yuyue Fairy, she is nothing more than mediocre.

Ling Long glanced disinterestedly, then turned his gaze to the right calmly.

Liu Siqin was looking at the stage with a smile. The boy beside him lowered his head, his long eyelashes were half hanging down, looking soft.

Ling Long's heart moved, and suddenly he felt an urge to touch the boy's eyelashes.

After a while, the boy moved and whispered something in Liu Siqin's ear. Liu Siqin frowned, tapped his fingers on the table a few times, and then nodded slowly.

A smile appeared on the young man's face, he got up and walked to the door, the corner of his clothes flickered and disappeared.

Ling Long sat restlessly on the spot for a while, twisting and turning, Song Anwen pulled him, and smiled maliciously,

"Cousin, do you... have feelings?"

Ling Long's face burned immediately,

"Cousin! What nonsense are you talking about! I just...just..."

Song Anwen winked at him and asked in a dragged voice,

"Just what?"

"I drank too much water..."

Ling Long glanced at the grape shelf that he had picked clean, and suddenly had an idea.

Song Anwen showed an obviously disappointed expression, waved his hand and said,

"The last room is, you go and come back quickly!" He was familiar with the way, just like his own home.

Ling Long ran out with a sound. Liu Siqin, who had been looking at the front seriously, suddenly turned his head and looked at the direction where Ling Long was leaving, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

In the early spring, at nightfall, the river is cold and windy, and few people lean on the railing to blow the wind, especially on such a luxurious night, when it’s too late to immerse yourself in the soft and soft countryside, how can you have time to drink the wind?

But the young man was standing at the air outlet, with the blue sash tied in his hair and the robe embroidered with butterflies, all fluttering and dancing in the wind, just like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Beautiful but fragile, it seems that it will be blown away by the strong wind at any time.

"Aren't you going in?"

Ling Long approached the boy, hesitated for a long time, and finally found a topic.

The young man seemed to be in a daze again, and after a pause, he slowly turned around, still smiling with a good temper,

"Young master is out?"

Ling Long frowned, he didn't like the alienated title of Young Master, corrected him,

"My name is Linglong."

"Young Master Ling."

The boy changed his words, but Ling Long was still not satisfied,

"I'm older than you, you should call me Brother Ling."

"Brother Ling."

This time the smile on the boy's face soaked into his eyes, together with Ling Long's figure.

"Well, good."

Ling Long raised his hand and rubbed his head, making the boy's hair messed up by the river wind even more.

"What's your name?" he asked again.

The boy hadn't recovered from his over-familiar behavior, so he obediently replied,

"My name is Mu Yao."

"Mu Yao, Liu Muyao?"

Ling Long chewed on the name and thought it sounded better than Fairy Yuyue.

The young master shook his head,

"My surname is Mu."

"But Mr. Liu said that you are his younger brother." Ling Long felt strange. They are obviously two brothers, so how could they have different surnames?

Mu Yao lowered his eyes and said softly,

"He's my...cousin."

"Oh, so you are cousins."

Ling Long suddenly realized, nodded and said,

"No wonder you don't look the same." You are much cuter than him...he added in his heart.

"Ah."

Mu Yao responded in a low voice, feeling a little hot on his face.

Seeing his thin figure, Ling Long blew the cold wind again, thinking that he was uncomfortable, stretched out his long arms and pulled him into his arms, blocking the biting cold wind.

Mu Yao was startled by his sudden movement, and struggled to get out.

"Don't move! Look at you! Your body is so cold, your hands are so cold, what if you get sick?"

Ling Long confidently grabbed Mu Yao's hand and blamed him, that hand with slender knuckles was wrapped in his big palm, and gradually warmed up.