Banxi Yaoguang

It is said that in the Guanyin Temple at that time, Jin Guangyao was still wearing a tattered Venus Xuelang robe that was stained with a large amount of blood. He took off his robe and put it on Jin Guangyao's body, but this robe... dragged the floor... What should I do?

Seeing Jin Guangyao's embarrassing face with black lines, Lan Xichen couldn't help laughing, and the sadness caused by Jin Xingxuelang's robe was wiped out a lot.He pulled out Shuoyue, drew a sword at the end of the robe, a piece of robe fell down, finally no need to drag it on the ground, the two of them went down the mountain, went to the market to buy clothes, and then found an inn to clean up before coming out.

Lan Xichen grew up wearing the school uniform of the Gusu Lan Sect. He hardly ever wore other colors except white, so this time is the same.

In the past Jin Guangyao was the Immortal Governor, and he always wore golden clothes at all times, but this time he chose white clothes, very similar to Lan Xichen's.

When Lan Xichen looked up, seeing Jin Guangyao coming out in white, he almost froze for a moment.

In the past at Jinlin Terrace, Jin Guangyao was always in charge of the affairs of the entire Lanling Jin Sect. He is such a smooth and quick-witted person, but the Jin Guangyao he saw today lacked a little cinnabar between his brows, but it was as clear and pure as a person made of jade, and the white clothes made him feel pitiful .

"Second brother?" Jin Guangyao called him, tilting his head.

"Second brother thinks I'm pretty?" Jin Guangyao burst out laughing.

"Ayao looks good no matter what." Lan Xichen looked at him and said seriously.

"I never knew that my second brother would say such things."

"Then you'll know later."

*****

Jin Guangyao has lived and died for so many years, and has been to countless markets, big and small, but he has never been so relaxed like this time.

At first on the streets of Yunmeng, people always pointed at him and poked his spine with the "son of a whore". At least, it’s hard to get a foothold in the Lanling Jin Sect, and I’m so busy every day, I come to the street to find Jin Guangshan, ah, maybe I also looked for Xue Yang... Forget it... Why do you think about the past when you have nothing to do?

"So Ayao has never been to the market properly?" It was Jin Guangyao who said what he was thinking in a trance. Lan Xichen looked at his thin shoulders, and couldn't imagine how bad Jin Guangyao was when he was so big. Easy, mountains of swords and seas of fire are not as scary as this world to him.

If he wanted to win sympathy, Jin Guangyao would speak eloquently and vividly about his bitter past, but now he is facing Lan Xichen, and he can't say these words when his mind is clear.But now that he has said it, he simply no longer avoids it intentionally.

He sighed, and said with a helpless smile, "Yeah, the second brother must have never imagined that walking on this street, I've actually been a fool until now."

Lan Xichen's heart skipped a beat, and he stepped forward to hold Jin Guangyao's hand.

"Then from now on, as long as I'm here, I will definitely not let Ayao be wronged again."

Jin Guangyao stared at Lan Xichen's dark eyes for a while, then lowered his head and smiled, "I know. I believe in you." In my heart, the second elder brother is like a banished fairy, no matter what you say, I will believe it.

*****

It was said that the two of them finished talking with the woman, and finally they were able to concentrate on strolling in the street. Jin Guangyao's footsteps became more and more relaxed, and the smile that was always light when he was with Lan Xichen became brighter and brighter.

The sun was setting to the west, and every household was filled with cooking smoke, but there was no sign of closing the stalls in the market.

There was a white-haired old man by the road, selling sugar with a small cart, and Jin Guangyao's eyes were attracted to him.

"Old man, I want a sugar man." Lan Xichen said.

"What pattern do you want?" The white-haired old man asked Jin Guangyao.

"Well... just draw a butterfly."

Jin Guangyao grew up in Si Shixuan when he was a child, he always seldom spoke at that time, so almost no one noticed him, except his mother Meng Shi.Although Meng Shi would get angry at him, beat him, scold him, and vent his anger on him when he drank too much, but that was the only one who treated him well.Women in the land of fireworks are always short-lived. After he was born, Meng Shi's appearance and figure were damaged, and life was even more difficult day by day. I only remember that there was one winter, the weather was extremely cold, and Meng Shi was wrapped in thin cold clothes. Trembling, the qin couldn't even play a complete tune, and was finally thrown out by someone with the qin, and Yaoqin hit her body, leaving a bloodstain on her forehead.The orchestra was chattering in the flower building, and no one cared about her. The little Meng Yao was so distressed, she put down the plate in her hand, and wanted to run up to the second floor to help her regardless of Meng Shi's restraining eyes. Meng Shi hurriedly scolded him for what he was doing, Always making trouble everywhere, telling him to get out of here.But it was too late, the benefactor still saw him, and kicked him down the stairs with his collar. He lay on the stairs for a long time and couldn't get up because of the pain in his feet. Tears rolled in his eyes, but he stubbornly didn't shed. come out.It was Sisi who just happened to pass by, and then persuaded the benefactor to calm down.That afternoon, the madam gave him half a day off, saying that she would not be angry when she saw his thin body like a chick, and told him not to appear in front of her eyes.So he soaked up the wounds all over his body, and slept all afternoon wrapped in a heavy damp quilt in the cold winter.When she woke up, she found that Meng Shi was hugging him, holding a sugar figurine with a butterfly pattern in her hand, looking at him with a smile, and seeing that he was awake, she said to him: "Ayao, happy birthday!"

He had never had a good life in his life, but that day was sweeter to him than a sugar man, even though that sugar man was the sweetest sugar man he had ever eaten in his life.