[Chailing] I want to fall in love, but my partner always pretends not to understand!

Lan Jingyi said that I obviously don't know anything, but why do you want me to know everything.

Isn't it good brothers, what's the matter with sleeping together, what's the matter with sending something, what are you little sisters yelling at?

Stop "ahhhhh".

(This article has a small amount of Wangxian, as well as Jingyi, who claims to be like a brother with open crotch pants)

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"Sizhui! Lan Sizhui!"

Lan Jingyi always walks with style.

If it weren't for the four thousand family rules, and Yunshen territory is not allowed to travel fast and make noise, probably at this moment he has already soared into the air, thumping the thick stack in his hand, and rushing into the inner room on the second floor of Zangshu Pavilion.

Lan Sizhui was sitting at the window, and when he heard his name, he turned his head and looked over, but he frowned tightly, his lips were pursed into a line, and then he stretched out his finger to point to the rear right.

Ok?

Lan Jingyi turned her head to look over, and suddenly fell silent.He seemed to be choked by the throat suddenly, covered his lips and tongue, and could not make a sound; it seemed to be overly frightened, his five senses were all amplified, he closed his jaw and almost bit his tongue, and knocked his lower front teeth.

This is amazing, looking at the ornamentation on the crown, the person sitting in the hall on the second floor is actually Lord Hanguang!

Lan Jingyi was unsteady on his feet, afraid that he would be caught and punished if he heard it, and he would spend a few more days with the hard work of copying the family rules.

Counting the time, Senior Wei should be taking a nap, why is Mr. Hanguang in Zangshuge today?

Is it...

Lan Jingyi felt that a vague idea in her head was gradually taking shape, and it became more and more clear.He hurriedly covered his mouth, walked lightly as if trying to cover up, and ran to the back of the pillar, then waved to Lan SiZhui, motioning him to come down quickly.

Even if Hanguang-Jun didn't blame him, he doesn't want to go up again, Lan Jingyi thought.

Baobuqi, the senior who was taking a "siesta", might be limp and tired in Hanguang-jun's arms right now.

If we see him a few more times, he will go blind, or else his face will be burnt.

Lan Jingyi leaned back against the lacquered surface of the colonnade, rubbed the sharp corners of the steps with the soles of his shoes a few times, felt a little too boring, and involuntarily focused his eyes on the thick and bizarre letter.

There was something else inside the envelope, which protruded a little bit, pushing up the entire cover.

He shook the envelope that was almost as thick as a finger, and let out a clear "dingling" from the paper.Perhaps the seal was a little loose on the stack of papers, and a white tassel suddenly leaked from a corner of the envelope.

There are silver threads in the snow-colored silk thread, shining in the sunlight, very soft, flowing out from the opening of the envelope like a galaxy.

"Jingyi, what's the matter?"

Suddenly, the door panel creaked, and the voice of a friend sounded at the door of Zangshu Pavilion.Lan Jingyi glanced at the opening, feeling a little shy, and had to quickly gather up the crumbling tassels.

"Here, your letter." He quickly walked over and stuffed the large stack of things into Lan Sizhui's hands, so embarrassed that the tip of his tongue was almost caught by his canine teeth, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I... Owe, it broke by accident."

"It's okay, I troubled you to bring it for me." Lan Sizhui took the envelope with a smile, the paper was a little slippery, but the touch was extremely delicate.

"Ask whatever you want." Seeing that Lan Jingyi was still full of things to say, he felt a little funny in his heart.It's better to let him finish the question now, and save him from flustered and chattering again later.

"...I've never seen this handwriting before. Do you know who sent it to you? There's also something in it. It's so far away from me all the way. Take a look, what is it?"

... There are a lot of problems.

Lan Sizhui turned the envelope over, and saw that there were five square characters written on the cover, "Lan Sizhui's relatives", with a silver hook drawn on iron.

For a moment, he couldn't see who it was from.

I checked both the front and back carefully, but I didn't find anything like family crests.The crow-black ink has dried completely, and there is a little bit of black gold on the shell-colored cover, which is almost indistinguishable if you don't look closely, like some kind of special ink soaked in powder.

"........."

"Let me tell you," Lan Jingyi folded his arms, walked a few more steps, and turned to Lan Sizhui's right. "This paper is really good. Use mica paper as the cover?"

"Tsk tsk, it's really rich and powerful."

Lan Sizhui curled the corner of his lips, and he used his fingertips to rub the place where the writing was stopped, the pen tip stayed for a short time, and the stop pen seemed a bit small.

He seemed to know who it was.

"........."

"It's from Young Master Jin."

"...Oh, it's Jin Ling..." Lan Jingyi hadn't reacted for a while, but when the words lingered in his mouth and then entered his mind, his eyes widened in disbelief. His mouth was parted like the egg he had swallowed for breakfast in one gulp.

"What did you say? Miss Jin will send a letter?"

Considering the two upstairs, he had no choice but to cover his lips so as not to scream, but he jumped up unconsciously.

It's true, A Ling has never sent any letters yet, Lan Sizhui thought.

It has been more than half a month since the last symposium, and I originally thought that I would go to Lanling to look for him on my own in the past few days by taking advantage of the night hunting that Lord Zewu had given me.Unexpectedly, Ah Ling wrote first.

Lan Sizhui rubbed the seal with his fingertips, and tore it along the broken part.

Inside the cover is a thick stack of thin paper, pressed extremely tightly by a ball, and sticking to each other.

He carefully pulled out the round pendant with tassels.

The noon sun in spring never scorched people, it was very warm, and the soft halo covered the originally polished translucent ball in the hand, making it appear more and more clear and clear.

The ball is hollowed out and carved with flowers, and there is a brass ring ball in the center, which makes a crisp bell when it is shaken slightly, and the soft and light silver snow thread of the tassel below is shaking endlessly.

"Miss gave you a bell?"

what is this?

Lan Jingyi was curious, he glanced at the person holding the bell, and suddenly felt that even if he didn't have to go upstairs, he was not far from being blind.

What expression is that?Lan Sizhui has been letting loose recently, isn't he a little conscious, the excessive smile on his face can really be put back.

Lan Jingyi silently withdrew her gaze and rolled her huge eyes towards the sky. She couldn't speak for a while, so she could only keep slandering in her heart.

He had long felt that those two people were secretly exchanging feelings behind his back: the last time they drank, they lived in the same room; the last time they went hunting at night, they ran away alone.

How are you doing now, are you all in such a good relationship that you start giving each other things?

A sense of crisis came to his mind, he suddenly grabbed Lan Sizhui's wrist, hurriedly pulled him away from the range of the library, and said as he walked, "What's the matter with you and the young miss?"

Hearing this sudden sentence, Lan Sizhui's heart trembled, and he didn't know how to answer, so he continued: "Hey, they are all good brothers, don't favor one another, Lan Sizhui, I think I gave it away when I was young." You have a lot of stuff."

"........."

It was embarrassing for Lan Jingyi, he really didn't expect that to happen, but seeing that Lan Sizhui didn't answer, he felt more and more reasonable in his heart, and wanted to tease him a few words: "Seeing that you have been acting with him recently, there is nothing wrong with it." , the eldest lady is stubborn, and she is quite nice. But what about Gusu Shuangbi?"

While talking, he amused himself first: "Lan Sizhui, tell me, what about Gusu Shuangbi hahahahahaha?"

He was the only one laughing heartlessly.

Lan Jingyi knew that Lan Sizhui would never forget his friends, so he just wanted to make use of this to make fun of it.Who knew that Lan SiZhui was really taken aback by him, nothing could be seen on the outside, but waves had already been stirred up in his heart.

At first I thought he had seen something, but it turned out to be a rough-headed big-head joking.

"........."

In fact, it's nothing to know, but now that he has decided, he was originally going to say it.

"Jingyi, Jin Ling and I..."

"What?" Seeing that his tone was heavy, Lan Jingyi also stopped laughing and turned serious.

"You were not here last time, we..."

Lan Sizhui was about to speak, but he heard Jianxiu's hall bell ringing in the west, and the thick copper bell covered his voice.

At the same time, what covered his voice was Lan Jingyi's exclamation as if he was on fire.

"Ah! I have class!"

Lan Jingyi only said that she was entrusted to deliver a letter, but unexpectedly she was dragged on for so long by her nonsense.He turned around in a hurry and was about to run, regardless of whether he was going fast or not, making noise or not, while running, he turned his head and said, "The transparent bell sent by the eldest lady is very beautiful. Lan Sizhuan, please go back and read the letter. I go first."

"Let's talk about it next time!"

After a few steps, it disappeared without a trace, disappearing in the scattered corners of the walls.

Lan Sizhui sighed softly.

Forget it.

There is nothing to do in the afternoon, and there is no homework. Apart from playing the piano and completing the night hunting notes, there is still plenty of spare time.Lan Sizhui slowed down and pulled out the letter paper from the envelope.

When the paper filled with ink was exposed from the seal, he couldn't help but let out a laugh.

It's really Ah Ling's usual style, the writing is extremely large and thin, almost breaking the separation of the red line;Maybe he thought too much, wrote too fast, and added a few mistakes and omissions between the lines, all of which were erased by him with ink blobs.

In this way, looking at the neat four characters on the envelope, it is normal for Lan Jingyi to not recognize it.

Lan Sizhui flattened the letter paper, looking at the full black letters with his back to the sun.

[I haven't seen each other for many days, and I am very concerned. 】

These eight characters are still regular, it seems that the beginning is solemn, each stroke is slender and well-proportioned, and it took a lot of time to write.

Then it turned into a large ball of ink, winding across three or two lines, and then extremely scribbled about the boringness of Jinlintai.It seems that it took several days to write, and I changed to other papers in the middle, and the tone changed from the anguish and boredom of the preface, and I started to describe some trivial things.

【You can't even think about how sweet our sweet soup is, it's really unappetizing, it's not as good as yours. 】

[I drank it once after I got back. The cook probably drank too much wine, so he put a jar of sugar noodles in it. 】

"..." Lan Sizhui slightly curved his lips, he raised his hand to touch his earlobe, feeling a little hot.

【I suspect that you were the one who lied to me last time. Barley is obviously as bad as Wei Wuxian's porridge, but the sweet soup you gave me before didn't have that ghostly taste. 】

[I had to secretly pour it into the lotus pond in the yard. 】

It seems that the more I write, the more angry I become, the characters become a little bigger, and the strokes are outside the red line, but suddenly shrink in the next line.

[The bowl you made for me is still delicious. 】

【Do not think too much!I'm just talking about the bowl of sweet porridge. 】

The font size changes from big to small, as if it changes with the mood of the writer.Lan Sizhui closed his eyes, put his hand on his forehead, but couldn't help but smile, from the corner of his lips, to the corner of his eyes and brow, he finally lowered his head and laughed recklessly.

A Ling is really awkward, Lan Sizhui couldn't help thinking.

If you want to drink, you can naturally do it anytime.

The letter paper was changed to another page, this time the strokes were not rushed, but the written content was full of embarrassment.

He talked about the transparent bell; he talked about the night draft that blew into the window he forgot to close and extinguished the candles in the room; he talked about walking in the dark and almost tripping over the partition screen...

[I hate black] he said.

At the end, another line was written, angrily writing [I spent six nights, how dare you not take me to fight...]

The next four or five characters were also smeared, but unfortunately the font was too large to be completely painted, and half of the last word "leg" was vaguely visible in the tail of the handwriting that lost the ink.

Lan Sizhui flipped through the upper layer of letter paper, pressed his ring finger to the back, held it with his thumb as if holding a booklet, and continued to read.

[The bell is what you want, no matter where you hang it, you have to hang it for me! 】

The wind blew over the magnolia's branches full of flowers, and a few tender petals fell off, touching Lan Sizhui's hair.He raised his hand to brush, and easily shook the bell in his hand.

The translucent round ball made a soft sound, not as crisp and bright as jade pieces at Jin Ling's waist, but vaguely like fresh rain from an empty mountain, the moment it dripped into a clear pond, there was a clear and clear sound.

[I made it myself, so] A huge ink ball was smashed after this paragraph, and the writer thought for a long time compared to this moment before the ink dripped and blurred on the paper.

[You must bring it. 】

"..." Lan Si chased after the bell tightly in his palm, and his fingerprints would be printed on the transparent surface of the bell.

[Also, I'm busy recently, don't come to me casually, people from Jinlintai...] There are two ink blobs that were painted out, but it seems to be painted and written, written and painted, back and forth After several times, I finally made up my mind and said [I will go to you. 】

[Don't worry, the previous burn has healed long ago, I will take care of myself. 】

At the bottom of the paper, Jin Ling drew a little figure jumping high, extremely simple, with slender limbs, but jumping around as if it was going to jump out of the paper.

On the next two pieces of paper, he wrote about how the stubborn old man of Jinlintai made a fool of himself in public; on the next piece, he wrote that the purple lotus planted in the water tank had attracted insects today and had to be moved out of the yard.

There was also the incident that the fairy provoked another family's spiritual pet and got scratched with three paw prints on the tip of her nose, with a picture attached, detailing everything.

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Lan Sizhui turned a page.

[When you read the letter, I'm probably ready to go. 】

[I'm here to find you. 】

Turn to the last page again.

There is a lot of blank space on the letter paper, except for a row of small characters written at the end of the lower right corner.

With just one glance, Lan Sizhui seemed to be scalded by those four slender ink characters, and turned his head in a panic, but his eyes were narrowed by the sunlight penetrating through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

He couldn't help but glance at those words again from the corner of his eye, but this time, his eyes were fixed on the small piece of letter paper, and he couldn't tear it off again.

The snowflake paper was neatly written with four ink characters, and the last stroke was extremely long, as if it would extend to the bottom of my heart, and then melt to the limbs.

【I miss you】

Jin Ling's letter said so.

This sentence seemed to be contained in the mouth, hidden in the corner of the lips, from the mouth, and then fell back to the bottom of the heart. After countless days and nights, it finally appeared on the paper when the last sentence of the letter was written. inside.

I miss you…………

Yes,

I miss you too.

Lan Sizhui raised his hand and traced the strokes on the four characters. Perhaps his mood was really hard to calm down. He gathered up the thick stack of paper, put it in his arms, and closed his eyes with the scent of ink on the tip of his nose.

Those voices and smiles seem to be right in front of your eyes, and you can touch them with your hands.

For Yu Jian, it will arrive in less than three hours.

A Ling said that he would come to find him.

Don't wait any longer.

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This is very important, I just like watching you guys chatting!

It's the beginning of school, so busy and uncomfortable. I finished the four-page guide this morning and hurriedly wrote the article. After I finished writing, I feel refreshed and my spirit is not tired hahhh

Preview of the next chapter:

When he entered the inner hall of Jinlin Terrace with Mr. Zewu's letter, he saw that familiar figure lying on the table in the center, the generous head of the family set off the body of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. The shape is more slender and thinner.

He seemed to be in a deep sleep, but he couldn't even hear Lan Sizui entering the door.

His shoulders were raised, his head was resting on his arms, and he was pressing down on the scrolls such as the dossiers under his body. Some of them were blown off the desk and scattered on the ground.

The white neck was exposed in the dark cool night, and it seemed to tremble slightly, and the shape of the pillar bones were protruding under the skin, making it even more pale and slender.

"Hmm..." As if he was not very peaceful in his sleep, Jin Ling turned his head to the side, his forehead hair slid down, revealing half of his closed eyes, and he frowned in discomfort.

He lost a lot of weight.

"Aling!"

Lan Sizhui never thought that the road from the main hall gate to the main hall would be so long, so frightened, so powerless, yet so close.

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