Purple Yawu

Lu Fengqian and He Ming walked on the street.

He Ming: "Don't do this next time."

Lu Fengqian looked at him: "What kind?"

The corners of He Ming's mouth twitched: "Walking around the market at night with a nondescript strange man, if you don't get drunk, you won't go home."

Lu Fengqian: "Then you are also a strange man."

He Ming tightened his hands on Lu Fengqian's waist: "I'm neither fish nor fowl?"

Lu Fengqian knocked off his hand and remained silent.

He Ming didn't continue joking, and dragged Lu Fengqian to a sugar painting shop. The master was very dexterous and could make all kinds of small things.

"Two guest officers, what pattern do you want?"

He Ming looked at Lu Fengqian and asked, "What do you want?"

Lu Fengqian was dazzled by the samples, and murmured: "What kind do you want..."

He Ming had an idea, and raised his finger to point at a delicate pattern: "Or, just this."

Lu Fengqian followed the trend and saw that it was a flower of four seasons.

He was suddenly moved, and asked, "Why...is this?"

"Because there is an old friend whom I haven't seen for a long time, and he likes this kind of flower."

Lu Fengqian's voice made it hard to hear his emotions: "I also have a very important person who likes Four Seasons Flowers."

The old man who drew the sugar figurine smiled, "Since you all like it, let's draw this."

The old man's skill in drawing sugar figurines is very proficient, like an oil seller pouring oil through a money hole. It is difficult for others to do it, but he is very familiar with it here.

Soon, two four season flower candy paintings will be ready.

He Ming paid the money, Lu Fengqian took the sugar painting, and the two continued shopping.

He Ming said, "Brother Lu, my sugar painting."

Lu Fengqian deliberately teased him: "Both are mine."

He Ming pulled his wrist and put the sugar painting in his mouth: "Well, do you still want to eat?"

Lu Fengqian: ...

He handed over the sugar painting that He Ming had licked, curled his lips: "Childish."

He Ming smiled and took the sugar painting: "Let's go, let's play with you today."

He Ming didn't know where he got so much money to rent a boat, and the boat floated wantonly like a feather on the river.

Lu Fengqian looked at the river lanterns in twos and threes on the water, and there was a wildfire in his heart that was lit in twos and threes.

He Ming tugged on the other party's sleeve: "Is it beautiful?"

Lu Fengqian: "'In the bright river, people swim and live. The orchid sings the Buddhist chant, and floats into the lotus flower wind', beautiful, really beautiful."

A sudden gust of cool wind blew across the face, and light rain began to fall on the river. The raindrops fell into the river and splashed again, like ice butterflies, flying all over the river.

Lu Fengqian stared blankly, but He Ming took his hand and ran into the boat.

"Don't look, I'll get wet in a while."

When he ran into the boat, Lu Fengqian came back to his senses, staring blankly at the belt on He Ming's coat, unable to make a sound for a long time.

He Ming wiped the raindrops off his face for him, then sat down cross-legged.

After a long, long time, until the light rain became heavier and heavier.

Lu Fengqian pursed his lips:

"The day my mother died was also a rainy day."

"Although it is hypocritical to say this, I just hate rainy days. It always reminds me: You are only one person."

He Ming pulled Lu Fengqian into his arms, and hugged him tightly: "It's not anymore."

Lu Fengqian buried himself in the opponent's arms like a child, like a fragile vase in his heart, which He Ming quietly repaired.

Although it looked intact, the vase never dared to drop it again.

Lu Fengqian untied He Ming's collar, and put his hands inside.

The coldness of the fingertips made He Ming's whole body tremble even to the tip of his heart.

He pressed the back of the other's head and kissed him.

While moving his hands, He Ming panted and asked, "Don't be with that kind of person anymore, can you just stay with me?"

Lu Fengqian didn't answer.

He Ming worked hard: "Can you, Brother Lu? I'm not stupid, I can do many things well."

The other party still did not answer.

He Ming paused: "I mean, I like you."

Lu Fengqian grasped the opponent's hand, and responded in a daze: "Okay."

……

Lu Fengqian just sat on He Ming's lap, the two of them kissed, hugged, and overlapped, accompanied by the sound of raindrops beating on the boat, sinking and floating together, like two fish falling into the clouds, dying for love in the midst of desire middle.

Lingering and pathos, suddenly falling into a spring dream.

When it was just dawn, Lu Feng woke up in a strange hotel.

There are several small dishes on the table, and the fragrance is in the nostrils.

Lu Feng sneaked up and saw a note on the table and a few cigarettes that he didn't have time to throw away.

"The pharmacy at No. [-], Hongzhou Street."

A few strokes are written by He Ming.

Lu Fengqian ate a few mouthfuls of side dishes and found that he had no appetite, so he took the note and left.

Before opening the door, he stepped back, picked up a few cigarette butts on the table, and went out.

There seems to be no such style of cigarette bar in ancient times.

When he returned to Banxia Hall, Feng Zhuo was grabbing medicine for the guests. After the guests left, he asked, "Aren't you ignorant of medicine?"

Feng Zhuo stroked his long hair and said with a smile, "Now that he's not here, there's no one else to do the work."

Lu Fengqian: "Why didn't you come to Hongzhou Street yesterday?"

Feng Zhuo opened his eyes wide: "Why didn't you come!? The psychopath followed me to the house yesterday, and somehow stunned me. When I woke up, it was already dawn, and I haven't settled with him yet!"

Lu Fengqian shrugged innocently: "You don't need to settle accounts now."

"What happened to him? Was he beaten or died?"

Lu Fengqian: "Dead."

Feng Zhuo's expression was not regrettable, he just looked at Lu Fengqian quietly and said:

"You killed it?"

Lu Fengqian didn't speak.

After a few seconds, Feng Zhuo suddenly smiled, originally it was the sick beauty, but now he was a bit lively and smart: "No need to answer, I understand."

Feng Zhuo continued: "It's okay to die, he is more terrifying than the gods and ghosts here."

The two continued to tidy up the pharmacy. On the second day in Hongzhou City, the system still did not release the task, as if this was really their final destination.

Birds fly and rabbits go, the sun sinks to the west.

Lu Fengqian was walking on the street, saw another sugar painting shop, wanted to go to buy it again, but found that he was penniless now.

Where did He Ming get so much money? Could it be that the system really arranged for him to be a rich man?

"Hey, boy—"

An old voice came over.

Lu Fengqian took a look and saw that it was an old woman with white hair. She was standing by the road and waving her hands, as if she had something important to do.

"Please speak."

Taking a closer look, Lu Fengqian realized that the old man was still licking the vermilion, his white hair was neatly coiled, and his clothes were not even wrinkled.

Grandma: "Young man, do you know how to get to the Bodhi Temple? I left a string of beads there."

Lu Fengqian: "..."

The old lady smiled knowingly, and said: "Thank you, I remembered again."

She turned and left, leaning on a thin crutch, and stumbling around in a pair of embroidered shoes.

The afternoon sun is very weak, but it still feels hot and dry.

Lu Fengqian looked at the old man, and saw that she was limping like a child who had just learned to walk. In the sun, those red embroidered shoes were particularly dazzling.

However, behind that body, there is no shadow.