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

Jiang Cheng found out, and then he exploded.

Seeing the children's true feelings crush Jiang Cheng's straight man's iron heart.

Heart like a rock Lan Sizhui + self-defeating Jin Rulan

=No f*ck said Jiang Wanyin

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The silence in Lotus Pier was surprisingly dead.

The gates of the most noisy school field in the past were closed tightly, and there was no one to be seen, except for the incomplete wooden posts, which stood aside one by one in a daze. A few touches of bright color were added to the indoor school field without burning a single lamp.

After a while, a purple-clothed disciple sneaked in through the back window, and was about to look for the saber he had thrown on the spot in a panic, but suddenly saw the dark purple figure in the corner.

"go out."

"Zong Zongzong, suzerain! I, my..." The disciple jumped up, and bravely wanted to fight for it again. He stammered in one sentence: "The sword, the sword is..."

"Get out!" The man in purple in the corner of the school yard didn't raise his head, but a bright purple light burst out from his right hand, illuminating his profile in an instant, and cast a cloud of anger under his frowning eyebrows. the shadow of meaning.

The little disciple didn't dare to say another word, he hurriedly climbed in from just now and stumbled back the same way.

Nobody knows what happened.

But just half an hour ago, all the big and small in Lianhuawu, from inner disciples to sweeping aunts, had witnessed or heard with their own eyes the appearance of their suzerain being furious.

Sect Master Jiang didn't have the habit of smashing the four treasures of the study, he rushed into the school grounds in a rage, tugged at the students who were practicing in the grounds, and gestured twice without any explanation.

Throughout the ages, the sparring has always been done at the end, how can anyone make two gestures that can dislocate the joints, hurt the tendons and break the legs?

Sect Master Jiang mercilessly reprimanded them for being unfocused and too slow in their practice, but he didn't continue to torture them, and each of them took a beginner's wooden sword and "gesticulated" against the pile.

This was even more remarkable. The disciples at the side watched the wooden sword shatter horizontally, and all of them fell silent.

Jiang Cheng punched in the middle of the stake, but for some reason he did not exert any spiritual power, but bloodshot eyes appeared on the strong joints.

"It's all gone." He lowered his eyes, as if he didn't feel the pain, he raised his hand and gave another palm. With a "click", a crack with electric current appeared on the iron birch.

"Did I tell you to disperse, didn't you hear?" Jiang Cheng looked at the disciples who were looking at each other without winking, and became angry again: "Are you all deaf?"

He felt a little dizzy, as if he couldn't breathe smoothly, and his temples were throbbing, so he could only support the wooden stake with his hands, clenched his fists tightly to prevent himself from falling down in front of everyone.

Maybe it was just that the spiritual flow was too fast and too fast, and the blood in his whole body seemed to wash away with it. Jiang Cheng looked at the empty school ground, and slowly sat on the ground while supporting the stakes, at least he stopped the dark whirling .

how so?How could such a thing happen?

Jiang Cheng asked himself over and over again, but just thinking about it made his head hurt.The scene in the lobby half an hour ago was torn back into his mind like a torn one, completely confusing all his thoughts.

After the rage, there was a deeper sense of powerlessness.

For the first time, he was so dazed and unmistakable.

No.

It's not the first time either.

Some figures in the memory are right in front of my eyes, emerging brightly and secretly.

Jiang Cheng thought of those soft and warm eyes, the black hair and lotus green skirt that were blowing in the breeze that day.

"But sister just likes him, what can I do."

He recalled that night when the night was dark, when the door of the ancestral hall where there was no wind, the man in black with blood stained seven orifices hung his head and closed his eyes.

"Lan Zhan...let's go."

People around me come and go, go and stay.Now his nephew, the patriarch of the Jin family was kneeling upright in front of him, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, and his voice was firm.

"Uncle, I like him."

"Never regret it."

all the same.

They are all the same, no matter if they are helpless or determined, even if it is to lie to him, they will not give up.

Jiang Cheng pressed the knuckles of his index finger firmly against the center of his brow, pressing down on the brow bone.Even if it hurts, I can't stop the coldness in my heart, the astringency in my mouth, they merge together, the tip of my nose is sore, and the eye sockets are stained red.

What else could he do?Even if Jin Ling had to kneel in the ancestral hall for a few days and nights, would it be possible to force him to figure it out?

Just like what Jin Ling said: "I gave him the bell, so it's real."

Once watching the matter of Wei Wuxian and Lan Er, Jiang Cheng only felt that the anger that had been suppressed for a long time gradually permeated up, and he always wanted to sneer.For this kind of thing, the combination of incredible, weird, and slightly disgusting in his heart actually surpassed the hatred.

Now that he has watched it so many times, for so many years, let alone accepting it, Jiang Cheng never expected that this kind of thing would happen to him again, especially with his nephew.

In the past two years, it was his own fault.I thought it was time to let go so that Jin Ling could have more experience in night hunting, but now that I think about it, I paid too little attention to him and pushed him too hard.

Jiang Cheng clenched his hands on his knees, his manicured short nails dug into his palms.

There is no tolerance between men in the world, not to mention Lan Sizhui's identity and background.Didn't he think about it?Falling in love with the blood left by a Wen family who killed his parents will definitely become a topic of rumors among the living people in the future, just poking at the spine and cursing at the back of the head.

Who is that?Blue wish?Or Wen Yuan.

On the surface, it sounds good that he is Mr. Lan, the direct descendant of Gusu Xiaoshuangbi, but now there are still a few people in the fairy gate of the aristocratic family who don't know that he is a remnant of the Wen family's offshoot, but it's just because of the face of the Lan family. Evidence, nothing to do with him.

"..." Jiang Cheng gasped.

Sister, what would she think.

When he was in the lobby just now, he saw Jin Ling knelt abruptly, his words were scorching, and when he was furious, he was actually more frightened than frightened, so he reprimanded him.Now that I calm down and think about it, I just feel that my whole body is icy cold, like an ice spring pouring down on my head, and the cold penetrates into my bones.

Sister would never blame others, she would only blame herself.How disappointed she would be if she found out.

The little madman!This deviant is too much!Now they are all suzerains, and there is a limit to being young and frivolous!Such behavior, how can he be worthy of his parents, how can he be worthy of his own hard work all the time to make a difference on Jinlintai?

No!

If he is allowed to develop like this, he will be ruined.Jin Ling was still young and his foundation was unstable, so he couldn't just be drowned in gossip by everyone's tongue.

Jiang Cheng stood up suddenly, his eyes were covered with ashes for a moment, and his legs and feet were numb due to lack of blood from squatting for a long time.He wobbled and almost fell, and his calf felt like a needle prick.

Not caring about others, he forced himself to stomp a few times, stepped out of the school grounds, and pulled out a personal guard from the front hall: "You go and teach me until... no! You, go in person," Jiang Cheng said. There seemed to be a cold light in his eyes, with infinite anxiety: "You go to Gusu yourself, and just say that I invited a disciple of the Lan family, named Lan Sizhui, to come to Yunmeng to discuss matters."

"Go and invite him!" In a hurry, Jiang Cheng had a tough look on his face, but the movements under his hands were already flustered. He grabbed the suzerain token and stuffed it directly into the disciple's hand, ignoring it. Write a handwritten letter of greeting, and ask him to go out in a hurry: "Go!"

The door of Lianhuawu was opened with excessive force, and there was a thumping sound, and it creaked and rebounded a little after being overwhelmed.

Jiang Cheng stood in the middle of the gate, rushing out with the anxious substance in his voice.

"You are limited to come back within four hours."

"Except for Lan Xichen, no one should talk nonsense."

"Give me a direct request!"

At the end of Youshi and before Xushi, the last light of the setting sun in spring softly sprinkled on the grass and trees, printing a dark golden edge, and even the blue bricks and black tiles were plated with crystals.The light passes through the open window, lifts the fine dust in the air, lifts it up in the dark place in the ancestral hall where there is no sunlight all the year round, and melts into the crackling sound of the candle flame.

A teenager was kneeling upright on three futons lined up in a row. His slender boots were exposed under the layered hem of his clothes. The toes of the boots were pressed against the cold ground. There was a slight tremor, but he quickly knelt down again.

The candlelight flickered dimly, and the warm yellow spot of light was like the insomnia in Jinlin Terrace all night long.It seemed that the hesitant days of the sacrificial ceremony were weighing on him again, making Jin Ling feel out of breath.All the things that Jiang Cheng had thought about and those things that he deliberately didn’t think about were mentioned and reprimanded by Jiang Cheng in the lobby just now, and all of them were returned in one go. The cotton wool blocked the outlet of thoughts and swelled up after absorbing water, like eye sockets filled with tears. Just a touch and it will fall.

However, it has fallen.

Jin Ling lowered his head, and saw a drop of water falling directly on the brocade surface of the futon from his sight, wetting the purple fabric into a round expression mark.Something seemed to crawl over the corner of the eye, all the way through the cheek and extended to the chin, and then dripped down, forming a second circle.

The third.

the fourth.

When things like tears are in the eye sockets, they can still be stopped.Once it really falls, it will be the beginning of the spring rain, and it will also be the release of the flood sluice, and it will be difficult to stop no matter what.

Jin Ling tightly closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears that kept rolling down.He straightened his back, raised his right arm and pressed the sleeve to his face.

After kneeling for a long time, my lower back was tired, and my legs and feet were sore and numb.Such a sudden tilt of the head would definitely stretch the numbness in his waist. With the weakness left over from the Jinlin platform, Jin Ling almost fell on his back. He used his arms to support his body backwards in a hurry, but accidentally He pressed the numb tendon in his knee, and the sharp pain caused him to roll to the other side uncontrollably.

"Hey." The cold air on the ground did not hit as expected, and the body was firmly supported by a pair of warm hands.

"I'm talking about you, why are you always acting as stubborn as your uncle?" It was obviously a black robe like night clothes, livid and livid, with unexpected softness, filled with an extremely familiar sandalwood robe. aroma.

"You..." Jin Ling heard his own voice, and it echoed softly in his ears, as if it didn't seem like his own anymore.

"I've told you to write me a letter, so it's over? What are you doing here in a fit of anger without saying a word?"

Wei Wuxian raised his hand and patted Jin Ling's furry hair, but the hand holding his shoulder unexpectedly felt a little trembling.

He suddenly wanted to hug this stubborn child who was sad alone, just like when he was young, his senior sister always hugged him when he was sad.No matter how painful the fall was, the moment I was hugged, everything was fine.

After a while, Jin Ling turned around, quietly pushed Wei Wuxian's arm away, and managed to recover his voice: "How did you come in? What are you doing here?".

Wei Wuxian said, "What am I here for?

He smiled: "Adults always help children."

Jin Ling: "I don't want you to come."

"........."

"This is my own business." He turned his head and stared at the dark patterns of lotus flowers on the futon.

"Okay, don't be stubborn."

Although his eyes were terribly red, Jin Ling still held his neck, the skin texture on his neck was tense, Wei Wuxian felt helpless when he saw it, and he sighed: "Why, you really want to lose your temper like Jiang Cheng! ?”

"Speak well, don't play tricks, and don't keep kneeling all the time."

It's easy for a person to think wildly and get into a dead end. Wei Wuxian doesn't want the child in front of him to experience any more of these.

He raised his head and took a deep look at the spirit seats of all the seniors of the Jiang family on the high platform, then walked to the side and knelt down on the futon with Jin Ling.Clasping hands three times, prostrating once, pressing his forehead to the edge of the futon, he finally saluted solemnly.

After a moment of silence, he got up and helped Jin Ling up.

"Come on. I followed them secretly."

"Who are they...!" Jin Ling was shocked, he grabbed Wei Wuxian's hand behind his back and asked, "Who's here?"

"Probably...Xiao Sizhui should have seen Jiang Cheng by now."

Wei Wuxian tightly held onto Jin Ling's hand, stabilizing his numb and stinging legs, preventing him from accidentally falling to the ground.

"Come on, I'll take you out."

I don't know if it was the Jiang family's disciple who was so frightened by Jiang Cheng that he was quick on his feet, or if Lan Sizui was too worried after getting the news, so the schedule was urgent.

In short, although the four hours in Jiang Cheng's death order are already very difficult, the two of them, from Yujian to the waterway downstream, totaled only a little over three and a half hours, and they were already far away in Qi Qing of Lianhuawu. Outside the black lacquered door, he saw Jiang Cheng's stinky face.

Jiang Cheng didn't see the two who rushed over, he had already paced from the main entrance to the main hall, and from the main hall to the main entrance and back and forth many times.It seemed to be counting the steps, and it seemed to be crushing the ground. Jiang Cheng's steps were extremely heavy and slow. Step by step, he stomped his heels on the ground hard, knocking a small spot of mud in the middle of the road. The roads are all flat and slightly sunken.

It seems that this land is the face of the Lan family, or his own face, the former is about to be crushed, while the latter is eager to be buried in the ground.

He was so impulsive just now that he gave the Patriarch an order and sent someone directly to Gusu.What is the difference between this and blatant robbery?Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth, feeling annoyed in his heart one after another. What annoyed him was that he acted so embarrassingly, yet he didn't regret it at all. The contradiction made his eyebrows ache.

"Damn it!" He gritted his teeth and popped out four words, then turned around and had to walk back and forth again.

The strides are big, holding the internal organs in the belly.

The stomach that has been empty for a whole day must be unwilling to show weakness.

Jiang Cheng came down from the practice field early in the morning, and received a summons from Lan Xichen before he could eat breakfast in the future. At noon, watching Jin Ling's mind was so full of the ringing bell that he couldn't eat anything; It's such a big deal to come out after arriving at Lianhuawu, and I don't even think about dinner.

There was almost no water in it, and he stayed there with a breath of foul breath, annoyed and uncontrollable panic, and guilt burned his whole body.

How can I eat when I am full of gas?

When you're hungry, you don't feel hungry anymore.

But now Jiang Cheng's mood is unstable, his actions are too big, and his stomach, which was already uneasy, came back with revenge.The throbbing pain at that moment was so intense that Jiang Cheng's back shrank a little from the pain.He quickly turned around and entered the lobby, poured out a cup of slightly cold tea from the teapot on the front table, and poured it in a few mouthfuls, at least temporarily calming down the pain of being a monster.

At this time, Lan Sizhui had already walked outside the door of the hall with that disciple.

"Sovereign, here it is."

"Go back and let him in." Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, turned his back to the closed door and closed his eyes, and then said, "Go back and tell the others that you will be exempted from evening repairs today, and stay in the courtyard to rest."

"I've already delivered the wound medicine for Hospital A, please ask him for me."

The wooden door of the lobby had just been newly oiled a few days ago, and it opened very smoothly at this moment, with almost no sound.

There was only the slight sound of Lan Sizhui's hard-soled boots hitting the marble floor.

He closed the door, turned around and saw Jiang Cheng's straight dark purple back and those white hands resting on the table, and lowered his eyes.

"Gusu Lan's Lan Sizhui pays homage to Sect Master Jiang." Lan Sizhui cupped his hands and bowed in a super standard way, and moved his eyes down, and saw Jiang Cheng's boots exposed under his family robe.

A scuffed toe and plastered hem.

"Your Gusu Lan's legs are quite nimble." Jiang Cheng said lightly.He turned sideways, leaning against the edge of the table, staring at the top of Lan Sizhui's jet-black hair, watching him salute respectfully, he couldn't find a single fault.

"How long has it been since now? You can reach Yunmeng in three hours," Jiang Cheng didn't excuse him, and Lan Sizhui just bowed his head and acted rigorously, but seeing Jiang Cheng's inexplicable anger , he raised the corners of his lips, and raised a rather sarcastic smile: "Take a boat?"

"Yes."

"It took an hour of river wind to spoil it like this."

To be honest, Lan Sizhui's appearance doesn't show too many traces, he has rearranged his hair, and put his forehead in the center of his forehead, but the corners of his robes are inevitably turned up by river water. Wet a little, and his face was a little pale.

To say it was a waste was probably due to Jiang Cheng's mentality, and he was just picking bones.

But at this moment, Lan Sizhui was bent over, with hair hanging down his temples, so he looked somewhat embarrassed.

"At any rate, you are now a member of the Lan family who values ​​etiquette. Why didn't you take a bath and change clothes before meeting the suzerain, and burn incense and pray?" Jiang Cheng sneered, raising his eyebrows to look at the bell on Lan Sizhui's waist.

The tassels are neat.

"...Junior, I know I was wrong." Lan Sizhui lowered his head even lower, and the strap that tied his forehead to the back of his head hung down along the curve of his back.

Jiang Cheng looked at Lan Sizhui's seemingly obedient but indifferent appearance, and felt a rush of anger rushing up from his dantian along his blood vessels, making his head swell and hurt, and he couldn't bear it anymore, "pound "He slapped his palm on the table, and his mouth was filled with anger: "Do you know what's wrong? What's wrong do you know?"

"There are too many things to know what's wrong!"

Lan Sizhui stood motionless as if roots had taken root in his feet.

But Jiang Cheng was different, he couldn't make up his mind, his heart was irritable, and the anger coiled around his head again, provoking him to walk back and forth in front of the table, the corners of his mouth pursed like a line.

After a long time, he saw that Lan Sizhui didn't take any action, and didn't say a word, so he couldn't help but feel anxious.With the tip of Jiang Cheng's tongue on his palate, he paused each word with difficulty, "Don't you have anything else to say to me?"

"Yes." Lan Sizhui slowly straightened up and withdrew his hand.

Jiang Cheng was about to deliberately use this to reprimand him for his lack of manners, when he saw the young man in front of him bend his knees and kneel straight in front of him with a bang.

It's too late to stop even watching.

A good man of eight feet in the world, he kneels on the ground and kneels to his parents.

For a moment, as if the sky and the earth were spinning before his eyes, Jiang Cheng took a few steps back abruptly, slamming his back on the corner of the table, and a sharp pain brought back his confused mind.

"You!" Jiang Cheng pointed at Lan Sizhui with trembling fingertips, "What are you doing?"

"Get up for me!"

Lan Sizhui closed his eyes, and spoke decisively: "Lan would like to know why I came to see Sect Master Jiang!"

"I did this all by myself. A-Ling is not wrong. The ancestral hall is cold before the cold spring. Sect Master Wangjiang let him out."

Thinking about the way here, the purple-robed disciple talked about the reason for the urgency: "You don't know how angry the suzerain is today."

"Even Xiaozong Jin was imprisoned in the ancestral hall."

At that time, the waves on the river were rough and the boat was really shaking.Lan Sizhui was suffering from seasickness, so he just sat quietly and listened to the chatter of the familiar disciple.Hearing this, his already pale face seemed to turn paler, and he grabbed the disciple's sleeve and asked, "What's going on?"

The disciple was baffled by his sudden nervousness: "Who knows? The suzerain is so angry, the movement is so loud that the school grounds are about to be demolished, who dares to go in?"

"I mean... Sovereign Jin, what's going on?"

"I don't know, how could anyone dare to ask when the suzerain is angry?"

…………

Jiang Cheng didn't expect that he would take all the blame on himself when he got straight to the point. Luckily, he mentioned the "ancestral hall". It must appear in Jiang Cheng's mind.

His Wen Gou's direct branch killed his parents, and his side branch killed Jin Ling's parents, and now a remnant kidnapped his nephew without saying a word, and he and Jin Ling kept secrets for the next few days, nothing else was good. Partial imitation of Wei Wuxian's broken sleeve.Are you still ashamed to mention these things plausibly in front of him now?

Under the rage, he couldn't hold himself back, and he almost couldn't even care about the identity of the Patriarch.

"I really regret letting Jin Ling know you."

"You're nothing more than a warm dog!"

As soon as Jiang Cheng's words came out, even he himself was shocked.He subconsciously regretted it, but it was hard to stop his words, no matter how repentant he was.

"Yes!" Lan Sizhui bent down, put his hands under his forehead, and pressed the tip of his nose to the ground. "Yes, I am. But..." He spoke too fast, his teeth collided together, numb from the shock.

"I like him and I will never regret it."

"I will protect him forever." He swore solemnly.

Jiang Cheng took two quick breaths, as if he would be completely out of breath the next moment.He raised his hands to cover his face and eyes, and finally couldn't see Lan Sizhui's appearance, but another figure exactly the same appeared in his mind.

"Uncle, I like him."

"Never regret it."

Jin Ling was lying at his feet, his back trembling, but his voice was firm without any hesitation.

"........."

"He gave you the bell..." Jiang Cheng felt that he was so angry that he wished that he had forgotten or misremembered, or that it had never happened.

"if………"

"If this thing is in Lan Yuan's place, it will harm Ah Ling." Lan Sizhui stroked the immature carving marks on the bell with his index finger, handed it in front of Jiang Cheng with both hands, and said slowly: "I hope you can return this thing." .”

At noon today, Lan Sizhui had a premonition, the bell rang suddenly beside Jiang Cheng, it was different from the tone when it was shaken in the past, it was a clear and crisp sound, with a slight aftertaste lingering in his ears.

He saw Jiang Cheng looking sideways frequently.

"I know, this is Qingxin Bell."

What do you know?what do you know!

Jiang Cheng's eyebrows twitched, and the annoyance in his heart was about to break through the encirclement, suppressing the sense of powerlessness just now again.

If you want it, you can pay it back?Well, you boy from the Lan family, why did you take this bell seriously?

"You!" Jiang Cheng became impatient for a moment, his throat clenched tightly, and tens of thousands of anger surged up, "You bastard!"

He looked at the magic seal flowing on the brass-core bell held by his hands, trembling with anger, and stretched out his hand to snatch it.

"Don't move!"

Jiang Cheng froze, his hand froze in mid-air before touching the bell.

Lan Sizhui was also stunned.

"No one, no one is allowed to touch my bell!"

"That's my bell!"

Jin Ling ran fast all the way, and almost tripped over the wooden railing several times.He had just arrived in front of the hall when he heard Lan Sizhui's words.

"May it be returned."

He wants to return it to his uncle?

What does he want in return?

Not caring about anything anymore, Jin Ling jumped across a flowerbed and saw Lan Sizhui's hand.He had never realized that he could run so fast, as if he was about to touch the bell that was as bright as tears in the next second.

In a moment, with the most bullying and menacing expression, he raised his hand and gently wrapped his arms around Lan Sizhui's neck.

After running for a long time in a hurry, his breathing was all messed up, and the wet warmth fluttered on the back of his neck, as if he was speaking for someone.

Jin Ling strangled Lan Sizhui's shoulders from behind, the skin of his knuckles gripping the clothes was taut and white, and all the previous anxiety and hesitation were about to be vented.He actually dragged Lan Sizhui back a few steps, until the hand holding the bell could no longer reach Jiang Cheng, and then suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Why!" In front of him was the familiar sandalwood, his hair was icy cold, Jin Ling's legs were weak, and he sat down slumped.He buried his cheeks in the snow-colored cloth, covering his red eyes and remaining tears on his cheeks.

"It doesn't matter what you say, so why make your own claim!"

"..." Lan Sizhui opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't say a word, and he couldn't turn his head.

He couldn't see the expression on Jin Ling's face now, he could only hear his nana in his ears, like a dream talking to himself.

"Your jade pendant is mine, so my bell is yours."

"One thing for one thing."

"You promised me, you can't go back on your promise. So, so..." Jin Ling seemed to be choked with tears, he paused for a moment, but his voice became more determined.

"So, you are mine too."

Jin Ling didn't dare to look at Jiang Cheng's face, but what he had already given away was determined not to be taken back.

"You regret it now and want to renege on your debt? No way!"

"........."

"I tell you, no way!"

Lan Sizhui's hands hanging by his side were hidden under the wide sleeves, so he couldn't see clearly.Only he himself knew how tightly those hands were held, to the point where the lines on the bell, and all the engravings were deeply branded into the palm of his hand.

He wanted to turn around, and now he wanted to, even if he patted Jin Ling's head and said "No." Or wiped away the tears on his cheeks with his sleeve and advised him, "Don't cry."

Lan Sizhui looked up, looking straight into Jiang Cheng's eyes.

From those dark brown eyes, he could clearly see anger, melancholy, anxiety, and helplessness, as well as his own eyes.

Lan Sizhui also had those dark brown eyes that were as translucent as amber.

There are countless determinations mixed in it.