Yanyun Fengyue

The moonlight and the night wind that slipped through the window sang the soothing clear waves like a spring tide, blowing the half-closed window screen one after another, Lu Jingyun walked over step by step, in fact, for some reason, he shouldn't be so close to Huai Yan, but It seems that a traveler who has trekked thousands of miles in the desert sees a clear spring, which seems to give him salvation, but it is also inevitable that there is a crisis, which will pull him into the abyss of eternal doom, but he cannot restrain the instinct to approach the spring.

Lu Jingyun looked down at the person lying in the bed, the face on the pillow was flickering, the powder on the eyebrows had lost most of the powder, showing the original light and hazy black color, the eye sockets seemed to be embedded with two plump and beautiful olives, There was a faint plum red on the eyelids, and a trail of dry tears ran along the tip of his slightly raised eyes to the temples, elongating his eyebrows.

Huai Yan's shirt was unbuttoned to his chest, and Lu Jingyun saw the shallow scar on his shoulder again, and then thought of the boy who haunted him, although he was so fair and clean, but he was pampered and well cared for. There is not even a mole on the body.

If it was him, how would he recognize and protect him; if not, could he forget the person in front of him and let the general kill him...

Lu Jingyun fell into a predicament he had never seen before. Even though every sign has shown that he is almost the same as him except for his face, his personality and expression are somewhat similar, and the rest of his life trajectory and experience habits are completely different. He is already trying his best to be mean and alienate him. , but up to now he is still harboring such a trace of sustenance and expectation that he shouldn't have.

Lu Jingyun sighed, he decided not to think about it anymore, got up and went to do what he should do.He searched the military jackets that the bodyguards had hung on the hangers for Huai Yan, and there were only a manuscript for a speech on stage and two old keys inside, so Lu Jingyun went back to the bed and called him twice to make sure he was fast asleep Finally, he went to search for the pockets on Huai Yan's body. He had done a lot of this kind of thing when examining the enemy army, but at this moment Lu Jingyun felt like his heart was beating like a drum.

Huai Yan turned over in a drowsy dream of drinking, and his white and narrow waist was exposed. Lu Jingyun saw a light blue mole on his waist, which matched like a chess piece. I resisted the urge to touch it with my hands, and seeing that he didn't have the equipment that a spy should have on him, I couldn't help but fell into confusion again.

Lu Jingyun knew that he had to leave now, but when he stood up, Huai Yan seemed to have a feeling, and opened his eyes in a ignorant drunkenness, he vaguely saw a figure of a man, although alcohol had already weakened his vision Seven points, but he knew that it was Chief Lu.

This must be a dream.Huai Yan wanted to sit up and see him more clearly, but he couldn't control his body, and he wanted to follow his desire to hug him, but even in his dream, he didn't have the courage.In the end, he only called out "Mr. Lu" in a low voice, thinking that the other party would leave without heeding, but the tall shadow stood still. During this relatively long silence, Huai Yan closed his eyes and once again Falling into chaos, when he was about to lose consciousness, he seemed to be hugged into a warm embrace, he felt covered by his breath, like being thrown into a jar of delicious wine.

Lu Jingyun walked out of the room a few minutes later, and when he heard the ding-dong sound of the elevator arriving, he flashed into the stairwell of the safe passage. A narrow glass window cast a faint night light, and the round and peaceful moon stared at him, as if in Record that brief gaffe just now for him.Lu Jingyun looked downstairs, and there were gauze lanterns full of riddles on the street. He clearly recalled that the first time he saw him was also on the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Northern Liaoning Qifengyuan

The heavy snow fell ten days ago, and the vast wilderness of Mangyuan was silvery white at first, and with the golden sunlight shining on it every sunny day, some sweet yellow and brown soil were revealed, dotted on the snow, destroying the The ultimate tranquility adds a third of casual beauty.Fragments of firecrackers lit during the New Year's Eve jump in the field of vision with the wind from time to time, and when they are about to be caught and followed, they fall down the valley. Only the ruts on the road can occasionally crush them into the wet soil.

The quietness of the snowfield in the afternoon was broken by creaking noises. An old rickshaw laboriously moved forward on the road. The old woman was holding a uniquely shaped golden kitchen knife, crying and wiping away tears in the car, while the tall and thin boy who was walking in front pulling the cart was only wearing a layer of autumn jacket in the harsh winter, his cheeks, ears, hands It was already purple from the cold, and the soles of the shoes under his feet had fallen off... He seemed to be very numb, just trotting forward with his head buried, his face expressionless.

"The mourning star...whore...Why did I agree with Ru Xing to marry her at that time...It's good now, I have no home, I can't stay anymore...I have nothing..." The old woman's voice was already hoarse , She muttered for a while, maybe she was too tired, so she tilted her head and fell into a deep sleep. When the young man heard her calm down, he exhaled a gloomy cold mist slowly.

"Drive! Drive!" At this time, the sound of a carriage came from behind, and the young man stopped. He pulled the carriage to the side of the narrow road to make way, and the carriage slowly passed him. A middle-aged man, as if not afraid of the cold, was looking out at the scenery. At this moment, he also turned his head to look at the poor grandparent and grandson with great interest. When he saw the kitchen knife held by the old lady in the car, He even asked the driver to stop.

"Auntie, auntie, wake up, I want to ask you something." The middle-aged man jumped out of the car and went around to the back of the tricycle. The old lady also woke up in a daze at this time, and said in horror, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I'm not a bad person! I just want to see your kitchen knife, but is it made by Sun Chun, the gold medal Lu cuisine master?"

The old lady lowered her head and did not answer. The expressionless young man in front of the car also walked over cautiously.

Seeing that they were on guard, the middle-aged man hurriedly said: "That's right, I am the housekeeper of the Xu family in Qishan, and there is a wife in our house who is from Ludi. She married to Liaobei and always wanted to eat something from her hometown. Vegetables, golden kitchen knives like this are not easy to find... I see that you two seem to have difficulties, if you know how to do this, why don't you come to our Xu residence to cook small dishes for our wife?"

The young man understood what he meant, and went back to the car without saying a word, but the old lady asked tremblingly, "We came back from Ludi... Sir, did you just say the Xu family? But... the fifth generation The Xu family who are officials?"

"Exactly." The middle-aged man squinted his eyes triumphantly, "If your dishes are cooked properly, you will be paid three oceans a month."

"I'll go and try it with you, it's absolutely authentic." The old lady almost fainted after hearing this, she glanced at the young man with complicated feelings, and said: "I'm already old, what else is there?" The request is only my grandson..."

"The Xu family is Qijin's big mansion, what's the point of having one more servant." The middle-aged man understood what she meant, so he turned his head and asked the young man, "How old are you?"

The boy didn't answer, but said coldly: "Please take care of my grandmother, I won't go."

"Hey, you have a temper!" the butler laughed.The old lady was so angry, "You bastard! I really don't know how high the sky is! You entered the Xu family as soon as you wanted?" She first beat her with her hand, and then she seemed to be touched by something sad, and tears burst out, "Jing Yun , you stay by my side for another year...when you are 17...I don't care what you do..."

The young man raised his face and took a quick look at the old man. At this moment, the butler realized that there was a burst of heroism between the brows of the young man in tatters. It is also good for the second young master to be a servant.

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What follows should be a story about a teenager online.Happy National Day~