sick man

As the night darkened, more and more people gathered by the Xianglan Lake. The woman who was originally staying in the carriage was also helped down by the maid, holding the unlit lantern with her slender fingers that had been kept white and moist. Only the eyes are exposed on the face covered with a layer of tulle.Even so, the shy anticipation in those eyes could not be concealed.Of course, except for the well-dressed rich children, the lakeside is also crowded with ordinary people in coarse cloth and straw shoes, all of whom are holding colorful lanterns that are not very meticulous but full of tricks.

Song Anwen pulled Linglong to occupy a good position by the lake. He happily held up a red lotus lantern with complicated petals, his eyes couldn't help looking around, for fear that he would miss any beautiful lady in the blink of an eye. .The colored lantern in Linglong's hand was not as eye-catching as his, it was just a very ordinary lotus lantern with dots of red on the tips of the petals.He held the lantern in his hand, but his eyes, like Song Anwen's, were directed elsewhere.But what he was looking for was a piece of clothes as white as jade.

There were so many people around, all kinds of clothes dangling around, but none of them were what he was looking for.

"Cousin, cousin! Why are you in a daze? Look! The Lantern Fairy has issued an order, hurry up, take out the wishing paper!"

Song Anwen didn't find the girl he liked. Instead, he caught a glimpse of the fairy-like girl in the middle of the lake lighting the torch on the boat.

This is to remind everyone that they can start putting the notes with their own wishes in the lanterns.

But Ling Long didn't seem to hear it, took the fire folder from Song Anwen's hand, and lit the lamp for blessing.

"Cousin? Where's your note?"

Song Anwen carefully stuffed the wishing paper full of his wishes into the lamp, for fear that the paper would be burned when the fire was lit.But Linglong was lucky and lit the fire first.

"forget."

Ling Long replied bluntly, Song Anwen shook his hand and almost dropped the lantern into the lake.

"My little ancestor, lighting a lamp by the Xianglan Lake to make a wish is a first-class spirit! How come you forgot?"

Ling Long lowered the corner of his mouth slightly, bent down and put the lantern into the water indifferently, with a light push, the lantern with jumping orange flames leisurely moved forward along the water.

There were also some people who had laid out paper strips by the lake and were setting up lanterns one after another. Ling Long lit the lights, his eyes wandering casually over the faces of the people who put up the lanterns.

The person he couldn't find was just a few steps away from him, illuminated by candlelight, emitting a warm light.

Ling Long pushed aside the people around him, and stood beside him.

"What a coincidence." There was a joy of "encounter" in the words.

Mu Yao, who was concentrating on holding the lotus lantern, shook his hands, paused, and then slowly turned his face, the corner of his mouth was already smiling,

"Brother Ling."

"Where's your note?"

Ling Long looked at the lantern in Mu Yao's hand, and found that there was no note around the lit candle.

Mu Yao showed a wry smile, rolled up his wide sleeves with one hand, and put the lantern into the lake smoothly with the other. Ling Long heard his voice slowly come out from the noisy voices, and it was also vaguely bitter.

"Why write it when you know it can't be realized?"

"If you don't write it out, how do you know it can't be realized?"

Ling Long turned his head and asked him seriously.

Mu Yao's gaze stayed on the fading lanterns, and it took a long time before he heard him firmly say,

"I just knew it, from the beginning, I knew it."

"Give me your hand."

Ling Long didn't like Mu Yao's light tone when he said this, like a dying person who had already seen through the world of mortals.So he showed his elder brother's majesty, and ordered in a deep voice.

Mu Yao was taken aback by his sudden serious face, and honestly passed his hand over.

Ling Long held Mu Yao's open hand, put something in his palm, and then carefully closed his hands together.

"I didn't make a wish tonight. You asked for nothing, so you didn't ask for it, but I didn't ask for anything. So I leave this wish to you. You only need to write what you want on it, and I will help you realize it." .”

"Mu Yao."

Before Mu Yao had time to digest the emotion that was surging out like a stormy sea because of these words, he heard an intimate call coming erratically.

It's Liu Siqin.

It's only him, and his laughing voice will make people feel cool.

"Brother Ling, cousin...is calling me."

Mu Yao turned his head in response, then turned his face again, and looked at Ling Long apologetically, as cautiously as a child who had done something wrong and was waiting to be punished.

Ling Long stroked his hair draped over his shoulders and said with a smile,

"Come on over."

"Brother Ling... Thank you!" Mu Yao said softly when he turned to leave.

Although the voice was a bit too low, Ling Long still heard it, and he watched Mu Yao walk quickly back to Liu Siqin, and they got into the carriage with him and left.It wasn't until the luxurious carriage drove into the dense forest that he could no longer see the slightest outline, and he reluctantly looked back.

how so……

He looked down at the open palm, slowly closed it, and slowly opened it again, repeated several times, the man's skin felt somewhat cold, but it was clearly still on it.

But in my heart, why would there be a little bit of reluctance and...distressed?

"Mu Yao, you and that brother Ling are destined."

In the quiet carriage, Liu Siqin, who was thinking with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and his cold gaze fell directly on Mu Yao.

Mu Yao turned pale, lowered his head and said in a low voice,

"It's just a coincidence."

"It happened that he only saw you among so many people?"

Liu Siqin laughed inexplicably, picked up a sunspot and placed it on the chessboard.

Mu Yao then dropped a white piece, but his heart was a little confused, and he slammed into Liu Siqin's trap.

"you lose."

Liu Siqin mercilessly surrounded Mu Yao's Bai Zi, looked up at him and said,

"Mu Yao, you're tempted."

Mu Yao's face turned even paler, and he shook his head in panic and denied,

"I do not have!"

"You have!"

Liu Siqin pointed at the disheveled white pieces, and said ruthlessly,

"You didn't see such an obvious situation, how dare you say that your heart is not disturbed?"

Faced with his sharp questioning, Mu Yao suddenly smiled, but his voice was full of despair,

"How about the heartbeat, and what about the confusion? It's just a few encounters, after that, forget it."

Liu Siqin seemed very satisfied with the answer, leaned forward and grabbed Mu Yao's chin, lifted his face forcefully, smiled as gently as possible,

"It's good that you understand. Mu Yao, no one can save you anymore. You have to walk the path you choose yourself."

"Well, Mu Yao...Understood."

Mu Yao returned him an equally gentle smile, but none of the smile reached their eyes.

"Cousin, can I ask you something?"

After coming back from the Lantern Festival, Ling Long has been sullen all the time, with a sullen face, scaring Xiao Hongxing's beautiful girls, and they dare not get close.

Song Anwen had no choice but to lift the jug and pour himself a drink. The instigator sat across from him loudly, but he refused to even look at him.

Song Anwen drank for a while in a lonely and desolate manner, and Ling Long suddenly realized his conscience and came to talk to him.

Song Anwen was flattered, nodded his head and said,

"You can just ask! Cousin promises to know everything!"

Ling Long didn't appreciate his unreserved enthusiasm, his brows were still frowning,

"Cousin, what's it like to like someone?"

"puff--"

As soon as Ling Long finished speaking, all the wine that Song Anwen had just put into his mouth was sprayed out, spilling all over the table. Ling Long endured his disgust and patiently waited for his answer.

Song Anwen rubbed his head and said with a sneer,

"This question...is really difficult for my cousin."

To put it bluntly, Song Anwen is just a rambunctious young man who lives among the flowers and never touches his body. question?

He couldn't bear to see the disappointment on Ling Long's face, so he remedied,

"Although I haven't experienced it myself, I've heard a lot of it. Didn't it say in the book? 'There is a beautiful person, you can never forget it, and you can't see it in a day, and you think like crazy', probably this is the feeling. ...I have seen it, and I will never forget it, I always want to see it, I guess I am thinking about it in my dreams..."

Song Anwen stuttered to explain, and suddenly patted the table for fun,

"Hey, isn't that how I feel about Xiaoxiao?"

Then he held his heart and pretended to be heartbroken and cried out,

"Ouch, my beloved Xiaoxiao, where have you been abducted by that goddamn bull of the Western Regions? I dream of you in my dreams!"

Ling Long was amused by his excellent singing and writing performance, and laughed out of face, Song Anwen hurried to him, hit the railway while it was hot,

"Cousin! You have to be honest, which beauty do you like?"

Ling Long moved back a few steps and said with a smile,

"It is indeed a beauty, but I only know his name, but I don't know where he lives."

"It's not easy!"

When Song Anwen heard that she was a beauty, and was recognized by his cousin with higher eyesight than the sky, his eyes were about to glow green, and he immediately patted his chest to assure,

"Which of the beauties in Zhuoyang City can escape my cousin's eyes? As long as you tell her name, my cousin can send her to you today."

It's just that I don't know who is lucky enough to be called a beauty by Ling Long?

Is it Li Yuanwai's favorite jewel or the only daughter of the Minister of War?

Darling, they are all raised in deep boudoirs, so you can't see them easily!But with my cousin's martial arts...flying over the eaves, jumping over the wall and entering the house...hehe...not all trivial...

"His name is Mu Yao."

"puff--"

Song Anwen swallowed half of the wine and came back to explain it on the table. Ling Long remained calm and self-possessed, as if he wasn't the one who spoke just now.

Song Anwen pulled up his sleeve and wiped his mouth in embarrassment, howling while wiping,

"Cousin, do you have a fever?"

It's still burning badly!

That Mu Yao is good-looking, but he is a genuine man!Ling Long said he fell in love with a man!If my uncle and aunt found out, I wouldn't beat them both to death... No!It must be me who died first. Whoever told him that his name is outside, visiting a kiln/zi is like eating. No matter who listens, he will think that he made Linglong evil...

"Cousin, I'm fine."

Ling Long calmly removed Song Anwen's hand that was placed on his forehead to test the temperature.

"That's because my cousin has a fever, didn't you hear me wrong?"

Song Anwen put his hand on his forehead again.

Ling Long pulled his hand off and gave him a fatal blow,

"Cousin, can you take me to visit the South Tower?"