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

Zhui'er forgot that he teased little Ah Ling, but Jin Ling remembered the whole process of him throwing and rolling (it was a little blurry, but the point is that he remembered)

What a nice morning (noon)

Jin Ling had been sitting on the couch with his knees hugged for a long time.

How much time has passed?

A cup of tea?Or a stick of incense?

Maybe since Lan SiZhui went out, Jin Ling kept this sitting position and didn't move again.

"........."

With a bang, he violently lifted the quilt on his shoulders, but he couldn't control the strength of his hands for a moment, and the slightly thick and fluffy spring quilt was flipped over by him in the air, and adjusted to the bottom.

Along the edge of the couch, the quilt slipped to the ground, stained with dust.

Jin Ling blinked a few times, watching the somewhat deformed boots on the floor unyieldingly push out an arc on the quilt, and immediately felt that this scene was really familiar.

Just a week ago, he was caught in the wind at night, and Lan Sizhui took him to take care of him for a whole night.In the morning of the second day, it seemed to be the same, almost the same.

What did he say?

"What did I do last night!"

Well, now even the first sentence that subconsciously uttered after waking up is exactly the same.

Today, since he opened his eyes and saw Lan Sizhui's face, a lot of unbearable memories from before and after he got drunk last night flooded back into his mind, and the explosion almost filled his eyes.The voice and smile were so clear that he couldn't even look him in the eyes.

He wanted to slap himself unconscious with a slap, it's better to slap those nonsense memories out of his head, those Lan Yuan's smiles, his shameless request, and... the soft kiss... …

cough!Why didn't he just get so drunk that he forgot about it!Why do you remember this kind of thing?

Jin Ling's head was so low that it was almost buried in the pillow.

A wet handkerchief was handed to Jin Ling.

"You finally woke up." Lan Sizhui's voice was light and light, "Does your head still hurt?"

Every word whispered in his ear became clearer and softer, no longer the low and tender last night that made him panic.

Have a headache?The head that was attacked by the hangover was a little swollen and a little dizzy.The sunlight from the sky poured in through the window, Jin Ling was so dazzled that his eyes hurt, and he quickly raised his hand to cover it.

"Hmm..." Pressing the center of her eyebrows hard, some tears were left behind, moistening her fingertips.

Jin Ling's appearance is now put in the eyes of others, it is that he has a hangover and headache, so uncomfortable that tears overflowed.

"It still hurts?" Lan Sizhui hurriedly put down the wet towel in the basin, walked quickly back to the bed, and said softly, "Would you like to rub it for you?"

The suggestion is good, but the listener is in the memory of last night's blushing, and when he hears the word "rubbing", he is so sensitive that he wants to jump up.

"Knead, knead what knead!"

Jin Ling only felt that the embarrassment seemed to be real, itching and numb along his throat, forcing him to say something.If it wasn't for him to shut up, I'm afraid this small thought would be completely exposed to Lan Sizhui.

The wind outside the window blew in, stirring the sleeve robe that was whiter than the curtain.

Lan Sizhui's outstretched fingertips curled a little, and finally retracted without a trace.He took Jin Ling's outer robe which was hung on the wooden beam*, "Get dressed."

The fabric held in the hand was straight and straight, without any wrinkles.It must have been straightened and flattened by someone and then hung up carefully.

Glancing at Lan Sizhui, Jin Ling thought to himself: Sure enough, their Lan family always pays so much attention to such little details.If it were him, it would be nice to fold them neatly.Who is willing to put in such effort to go somewhere, at worst, just change it.

He was pulling his sleeves and was about to tie up the buckle to tighten it, when Lan Si asked him: "Yesterday at the banquet, Mr. Jin, you said you were going to visit the West Market, can you still go today?"

Jin Ling was struggling with the buckle of the belt at the moment. He slept for a long time yesterday and his neck was a little stiff. He couldn't see the back of his waist, so he couldn't buckle it well.Now when Lan Sizhui opened his mouth, his palms trembled even more, fearing that he would say something about being drunk last night, and the whole girdle would come off and fall off.

The drop of the girdle made Jin Ling see something was wrong.

Strange, why are there only sachets and jade pendants left, and the Qingxin bell on his girdle?

I was anxious, and I didn't hear what the other person asked, I only knew that the meaning seemed to be to follow him to a place.If you have Lan Yuan to follow, just go and let him be alone, just to pass the time.

"Go to..."

Lan Sizhui saw that Jin Ling was about to get under the bed, bent over, sticking out his buttocks, stretching out a hand as if reaching for something, and felt a little amused.

"Is Young Master Jin looking for something?"

This is the outlet for him to say so!In a daze, Jin Ling remembered that he had forced the bell into Lan Sizhui's hand last night, and half threatened and half threatened him not to take it off.

Subconsciously looked at Lan Sizhui's waist, it was clean, and did not see that he was wearing anything.

Sure enough, drinking was a mistake, what did he think about... shameful things.

No choice but to act as if nothing happened, Jin Ling patted the dust off his hands and stood upright.

"It's nothing." He secretly cursed the store's laziness, the pile of ashes under the bed could drown a person, and now he can't figure out anything. He just chased Lan Si out of the bedroom for a while, and used the light-dispelling amulet to find it again. find it.

"Then let's go out after lunch. I'll go and order some dishes from this building. Besides crucian carp, Mr. Jin, is there anything else you should avoid?"

Um?Lan Yuan still remembers this.Thinking back when Jin Ling went to Piling with them back then, he didn't even touch the crucian carp in the meal, he only drank some soup, and he was listless for a long time.

Since he was a child, he didn't know how to handle things like fish bones, and if he saw fish meat falling into the rice, he didn't even want to use his chopsticks for rice.

This man is simply terribly careful.But since he asked, Jin Ling didn't want to wrong himself, so he simply replied, "Coriander."

After thinking about it carefully, Lan Sizhui understood.In the realm of Nalu cuisine, Lanling Jin's is the most graceful, luxurious, and upright style.Maybe I don't accept this dish with a heavy taste.It's just that in this tavern where Hunan cuisine is spicy and fresh, if he finds one or two other dishes that are as light as Gusu, he must not be used to it.

"Okay. Mr. Jin, sit down and wait for a while. I'll talk to the waiter and I'll be back." Lan Sizhui turned and walked towards the door, but suddenly turned around as if remembering something.Jin Ling didn't have time to look back at his back, so he met his eyes straight away.

Lan Sizhui was stared blankly for a while, then said softly: "The hangover soup is on the table." After finishing speaking, he turned and went out.

Hangover soup?Jin Ling glanced at the orange-yellow color of the bowl. There were some grasses, flowers and leaves floating in it, and suddenly a bitter water surged up.

He hesitated and reached out to pick up a shallow bowl, and leaned closer to smell it.Sure enough, as expected, a burst of sour smell came to the nostrils, mixed with the smell of tea leaves, it was really weird.

When he drank it in one gulp, he frowned.It's not frighteningly bitter, but the sour feeling seems to be coiled between the teeth for a long time, as if eating an immature fruit, so uncomfortable that I just want to spit it out.

Glancing around, pursing his lips, trying to force himself to suppress the nausea.After looking around, he realized that in the corner of the soup tray, there were three pieces of snow-white lactose, neatly arranged, so that he just missed it, and ignored it when he thought it was something like a chopstick rest. .

Smacking his lips in satisfaction, Jin Ling took the second piece and put it in his mouth, murmuring to himself, "Lan Yuan still has a bit of conscience."

The lactose melted in the mouth, softening the bitterness, and the sweetness went all the way from the throat to the bottom of the stomach.

The temples were a little itchy, and I raised my hand to touch it, only to find that the base of the ear was already slightly hot.

Jin Ling was startled, thinking to himself that Lan Sizhui was still taking care of him like a child.In his mind, he belatedly recalled last night that he himself was indeed making trouble out of no reason like a child, so it's hard for him to be so cooperative and tolerate what he did.

She stretched her legs under the edge of the couch, sat cross-legged on the bed, pulled the quilt over her head, and covered her red ears.

I still think about what those do!

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With the quilt still on the ground and covered with dust, Lan Sizhui just went to look at the menu, fearing that he would come back anytime, maybe he would push the door open the next moment.

Jin Ling threw himself off the bed, quickly put on his boots, and tidied himself up.He pretended to fold the quilt again, so as to destroy the corpse.

The corner of the quilt was really dirty from being rubbed by the soles of his boots. Jin Ling stretched out his hand and turned him to the innermost side to cover it, only to find that his cuffs had been loosened during the fuss just now, and a section of white undershirt The material slipped out.It's comparable to his round-necked tunic, which is a little longer. No wonder it was so inconvenient to button up before.

When he took a closer look, he was taken aback by himself.The cuffs were rolled in silver and embroidered with dark patterns of auspicious clouds, so it was obviously not his own underwear.

Lan SiZhui was in the way when he got up and dressed in the morning, and he was sleepy and couldn't see clearly, but now he was almost sweating from shock.

... Was there anything he couldn't remember last night?

When did Lan Yuan change his underwear?He didn't know anything about it!

The door creaked, and the footsteps that came in were a little disturbed, startling his thoughts.Two waiters put down the dishes on the tray, bowed and left.

Jin Ling turned around in a panic, and met Lan Sizhui's usual expression.

And a table of... really indescribable dishes.

"Yellow, yellow, green, you're so sweet and greasy for whom to eat?" Lan Sizhui didn't know how to answer Jin Ling's question for a moment, but he heard him say again, "Why did you change my clothes?"

Jin Ling's words were extremely fast, and he felt very empty in his heart, wishing that his mouth would not grow on himself, so as to relieve this inexplicable embarrassment.

"Young Master Jin, you drank a lot yesterday and vomited in the shower. You dirty your underwear, I can only..."

"And then? Did I do anything else?"

Before Lan SiZhui could finish his sentence, Jin Ling couldn't help but interrupted.He was really anxious, if he did something strange again and let Lan Sizhui know, it would be nothing more than terrible.

It turned out that he didn't remember, Lan Sizhui thought about it, lowered his eyes, and replied: "No, I fell asleep after throwing up."

Jin Ling heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, because he wanted to go wrong.The broken bell just didn't know where it went, waiting for him to find it.

When I am in a good mood, everything I see is a little more beautiful.

The plain and green dishes on the table were pleasing to the eye. If you looked carefully, you could find the familiar pork belly, duck gizzards, and lion's head.

only……

"Lan Yuan, I've said it all, I don't eat coriander!"

When Jin Ling saw the clear soup floating on top of the soy sauce and the emerald green slender grass leaves, he felt that strange smell was about to hit his nostrils, sealing his sense of smell.

"This isn't Xiang..." Lan Sizhui was baffled by the yelling, but when he looked at what Jin Ling was pointing at, he lost his words.

It was he who heard it wrong and misunderstood the meaning.

"It's okay, I'll fish it out for you."

Without saying anything more, Lan SiZhui took a long spoon and skimmed off the broken leaves from the soup.

After Jin Ling yelled like this, he felt a little regretful.Lan Yuan specially ordered a table for himself, but he was so ungrateful.

He settled down to look at the dishes, but the more he looked at them, the more strange he felt.

Aside from Lan Sizhui's usual style of eating with clear soup and little water, the rest, if he insisted on calling them the specialties of the tavern in this place, it would be better to say that the recipes are not authentic but he is most familiar with Lanling Lu cuisine.

This place sells Hunan cuisine, right?

"Lan Yuan, you're really stupid. You can't tell the difference between Hunan cuisine and coriander... um..." After figuring out that level, Jin Ling was immediately proud of himself, and couldn't help but blurt out.It's just that he was stunned when he said half of it.

Not to mention, I really can't tell the difference.

"Thank you very much." I was really embarrassed, and saw that Lan Sizhui had already picked out all the green leaves for him, and put them in a small vinegar dish, forming a lush green hill.

Jin Ling bit his lower lip, and stretched out his chopsticks to pick a bunch of vegetables and pestle them into Lan Sizhui's bowl, "Eat, eat, don't pick."

He turned his head and went to fill up the soup.

He was really embarrassed to see Lan Sizhui, so he could only stuff his cheeks to swell with mouthfuls, then stopped again, chewing carefully.

As soon as he took a sip, he heard a soft "ding bell", and Jin Ling quickly raised his head to look.

When he was dressing in the morning, he found the bell that he had been struggling with, and it was tied on the side of Lan Sizhui's waistband at the moment, and it rang crisply on the corner of the table as he leaned over and opened the hem of his clothes to sit down.

Did he really put Qingxin Bell on the waist rope?

It's all because of Lan's spring school uniforms, which are too in the way.The girdle was covered under the outer robe, no wonder he never saw the bell.

This place is very close to Yunmeng, if someone he knows finds out that his Qingxin Bell is hanging on Lan Sizhui's body at this moment, then he would really be shameless.

It turned out that he really gave Lan Sizhui the bell last night!Jin Ling only felt a headache for a while, what should he do now, just ask him if he wants to come back?If the matter of the bell was brought up, how would he respond?

After thinking about it, I feel dizzy.

Holding up the small porcelain bowl, Jin Ling wished he could cover his entire face, so that he could squint at Lan Sizhui who was sitting next to him, and see exactly where the bell on his body was hanging.

The snow-colored robe was lifted behind the seat by him, and the side was slightly opened, so that one could just see the things hanging on the side of his girdle.Except for a loose buckle used to fasten the scabbard, there is only a slightly golden dove egg-sized bell hanging there.

It's really God helping me.

Hanging in this position, you can easily fall off with just a hook with your hand.And now his seat is no more than an arm's length away from Lan Sizhui, if he gets any closer, he can reach it without fail.

Using the motion of standing up to pick up some food, he secretly moved towards Lan Sizhui three times.

It's not too obvious, is it?

Jin Ling lowered his head and ate the unknown green leafy vegetable just now, wrinkled his nose in disgust, and glanced at the bell again.

It's close enough.

Jin Ling paused with the hand holding the spoon, deliberately rubbed his sleeve back, and threw the bamboo chopsticks that were originally on the chopstick rest to the ground.

"Hey, it's dropped." He muttered to himself and squatted down to pick up the pair of chopsticks.

The bell is just around the corner!Taking advantage of Lan Sizhui's inattention, Jin Ling nimbly hooked and twitched his fingertips, and the golden bell fell off his belt.

Before he could even secretly rejoice, the bell slipped from Jin Ling's palm due to the inertia of the tassel, and before he had time to pick it up, Jin Ling subconsciously pressed it down with his hand, but luckily it didn't fall to the ground.

But when he came back to his senses and took a look, he almost screamed in his heart that it was not good.It was hundreds of times worse than a bell ringing.

He actually pressed the bell directly on Lan Sizhui's thigh with one palm.

The carved lines of the Qingxin Bell in the palm have to be pressed hard to be burned into the texture, and the snow-colored silky cloth is on the fingertips, and the warm skin temperature seeping out from under the cloth.

"What's the matter? Mr. Jin." Lan Sizhui's Qingyue voice was heard above his head.

To Jin Ling at this moment, it was so gentle but felt like a weight.

He hastily withdrew his hand from Lan Sizhui's lap, but he did not hold the bell tightly, and a crisp metal sound exploded under the table.

"It's nothing." Jin Ling stood up, twirling his plush hair at the person in front of him, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm going to use it now, and I'll give you a better one tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he felt that it was too abrupt and a little embarrassed, and added: "This bell is too old, so I won't give it to you."

"..."

He heard the south wind blowing the branches and leaves in front of the window lattice, and the birds chirping.Gritting his teeth, he wanted to make something more.

But Lan Sizhui's voice seemed to come from afar, gently drifting into his heart.

"……OK."

"..."

"Then I will wait to receive your bell."

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*truss: a large wooden shelf for hanging clothes after spring and autumn

Don't ask Jing Yi anymore, he is very fast now.

(I was asked by Si Zhui to go to the meeting to help Ze Wu-jun since early in the morning)

Do you think he fell asleep with three drinks in the afternoon until he woke up around 10 in the middle of the night, and how long he has been chasing after Ling?

Lan Jingyi: I am a brick without emotion.

Worst episode in this episode: Chopsticks (the table was covered in dust and was forgotten)