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

"You know you're not elected, but why are you staring at her for so long?"

"Will she be able to fly, or is it a peacock?"

"........."

"She..." Lan Sizhui looked at him almost silently, then seemed to understand something suddenly, with a slightly dazed expression, he hesitated and said, "Maybe I made a mistake, sorry."

"........."

People on the long street passed by them, and the crowd was rolling with their ear-splitting voices, but they couldn't drown out Lan Sizhui's low-pitched but powerful apology, which hit Jin Ling's confused heart. , as if those worrying about gains and losses, looking forward and backward were all smashed down heavily, and settled down in the bottom of my heart.

He saw that the oil-coated paper bag of the plum cake in Lan Sizhui's hand was covered with oil marks, which gradually expanded into a dark trace like oil flowers, and in this cold spring, the heat diffused faintly, and a light cloud of mist floated out.

His heart tightened for no reason, what is there to apologize for!Turning around, Jin Ling never caught what Lan Sizhui was talking about, and he had been making mistakes all along.

"...Yes!" Jin Ling impatiently scratched the skin of his neck that was stuck to the snow-colored blue-trimmed undershirt, feeling a little hot.He couldn't help thinking in his heart: Lan Yuan really can't speak, he is ambiguous, and makes others think wrong, and it's all his own fault!

"It's just you who said it wrong!" Those words just yelled out were too blatant, and now they can't come back even if they want to.Jin Ling's face was red and white, and the hand holding his sleeve was so tight that it was slightly convulsed.

"I..." The eyes of the two met, but the sharpness of that moment was covered by a misty mist.Lan Sizhui looked at Jin Ling, the corners of his eyes were a little red from anxiety, and there seemed to be faint tears in the flustered but unyielding expression.

Did he see it wrong?

Jin Ling couldn't speak, he couldn't move half a step, and he didn't even dare to meet Lan Sizhui's eyes. His eyes wandered erratically, and then gradually lowered his eyelids.

"It's good that you know."

"gold……"

Lan Sizhui had just opened his mouth, barely finished a word, when he was suddenly interrupted.

"Don't push yourself too hard, Lan Yuan." Jin Ling had already turned around, put his right hand on his face, rubbed it vigorously a few times, and said fiercely, "What else do you want me to say? Ah, you still want to... …how."

He put down his hand that was stained with unknown water, wiped it back and forth on the hem of his robe twice, then suddenly shook it, and later realized how indecent his behavior was.

"I won't say any more." Jin Ling's voice became weaker and weaker, as if he was going to hide in this noisy market street in the next moment without being heard from.He paused, and seemed to be gnashing his teeth, and forcefully squeezed out of the ditch again: "I won't say anymore..."

Jin Ling almost wanted to punch himself hard.

Now I am too promising, a manly man, to speak in a hurry and panic about such a small matter, and almost cry, it is really a joke for others to see!

"I won't say anything." Jin Ling felt a warm palm pressed against his thin shoulder, and his slender fingers rested gently on the hollow of the shoulder.

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it." Lan Sizhui saw him clenched his teeth, half-closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered with nervousness, like a black-feathered butterfly facing the wind, but he refused to raise his head.He sighed secretly in his heart, and his voice became more and more soft: "But if you have something, you can tell me. It's hard to hide and hold back, and it's even more uncomfortable in my heart."

He knew that Jin Ling had a tough face, but he wanted to put on an appearance that he didn't care much about anything.But in his heart, he is like a child. He loves the people and things he likes and is used to more or less, and even has a little bit of monopoly.

That fate cannot be controlled by others, and everything is up to me. Now he is too tightly bound by everything in the Jin family, and his temper is much more awkward than before, but the care and concern in his heart have never changed. Proud and kind.

"A-Ling don't need to worry, you said, I will be your family." Lan Sizhui's heart was soft, and his words were simple but shockingly clear.

"If you have anything to do in the future, you can also tell me, so you don't have to bear it alone."

The shoulder under the palm trembled for a moment, and soon straightened again.The new white pendant fastened around Jin Ling's waist shook twice for no reason, revealing the subtle movements of the owner's restlessness hidden under the robe.

"You...don't call me that again." Jin Ling's voice was so soft that it was inaudible, as if it was an inner struggle that suddenly came between the tongue and the tongue.

He really doesn't want to hear Lan Yuan calling him like that anymore?

The memories of childhood are a bit chaotic, and the memories of the time when I haven't remembered anything are vague like scenes in a dream, but the sound of A Niang gently patting him to lull him to sleep is in my ears, and the truth is ready to come out.

He remembered that A Niang would hum an unknown song and stroke his back in time.The voice softly called him A Ling, let him sleep peacefully.The embrace was dry and warm, which made the young him feel at ease, babbling and smiling.

How long has it been since someone called "A Ling"?

Everyone in this world knows that he is the eldest son of Jin Lintai, the current Jin Sect Master, but how does anyone know that he is only a seventeen or eighteen year old boy named Jin Ling?Even if he knew, who would understand what he was thinking?Who else is willing to listen to what is in his heart?

Sure enough, my uncle was right.When everyone only knows your identity and no longer calls you by your name, you should no longer just be a child.

Jin Ling felt that he was used to everyone calling him "Jin Gongzi", "Jin Sect Master", and "Patriarch", even the word Jin Ling is rarely heard nowadays.Now when I suddenly hear Lan Sizhui calling my baby name like this, I feel uncomfortable all over my body, but my heart is hot, as if some emotion is about to overflow and flow down the ear canal Come in, stuff it in the mouth, and rush to the limbs, all the eight meridians, and the whole body is numb.

Isn't it just a name, why is it so disturbing in Lan Yuan's mouth?

Jin Ling glanced at the hand on his shoulder, holding it weakly, feeling embarrassed in his heart, and even more unforgiving in his mouth: "Your family is dying, brother Sizhui on the left gave you a sachet, The one on the right, brother Sizhui, mends your clothes. How can I be missing?"

I like this kind of thing but I can't say it clearly, even if I close my eyes, look away, or suppress my hands and feet, or stiffen my body, I can finally reveal even the slightest bit of it in casual words, between embarrassment and resentment.

Even though the words were offensive and every word was true and embarrassing, Jin Ling's words had the opposite effect.

Just like the base thorns in a little girl's sewing box, the silver needles on the outside are sharp and piercing, and if you are not careful, you will puncture your fingertips.But the inside is really soft cotton cloth, mixed with fluffy sponge, soft and waxy when dry, once it absorbs some water, it will sink all the way to the bottom.

"..." Lan Sizhui's hand on that shoulder suddenly clenched unconsciously.

"I never promised, not a single one."

Of course I know.Seeing Lan Sizhui's sudden anxious look, Jin Ling became somewhat self-satisfied.

Of course I know that you didn't agree, or else I would be talking to you now.

Maybe he just wanted to see some other emotions appearing on that soft smiling face that has not changed for a hundred years, so that he would feel more real.

"I've agreed in advance," Jin Ling raised his hand to pretend to break off Lan Sizhui's hand on his shoulder. He clearly agreed in his heart, but when he said it, he really felt a bit ambiguous. .

"To be fair, I don't want to be a family member with so many little girls who call you Missing Brother. Of course, I won't give you someone else to promise someone else."

So, please be a little self-aware, Jin Ling thought, he won't take such an important matter lightly, you are still the first one.

The sweet and greasy taste of the plum blossom cake has long penetrated into the oil paper bag, mixed with the heat, and drilled into every corner together.If you don't eat it again, the aroma will be lost, the remaining warmth will be left, and the food will be so cold that it will become insipid.

"Blue Wish?"

After not getting an answer for a long time, Jin Ling turned his head impatiently to look at Lan Sizhui's face, but saw a surprised look.Did Lan Sizhui's eyes turn red?

He was very close to him, and the shadow cast by the sun almost completely covered him, so close that he could easily smell the faint sandalwood scent on Lan Sizhui's body.

Jin Ling couldn't help being stunned, and his face was also stiff as if he wanted to hide his indifference...

Those pair of eyes that were facing each other were bright and frighteningly bright, and their expression was a little secretively amazed, but when they saw Jin Ling turn his head back, he flinched suddenly.

There is nothing more embarrassing than when he is peeking at you and you are also peeking at him. The moment the two eyes intersect, they both dodge each other uncomfortably.

It's just that the moment he saw it, Lan Sizhui's gentle and elegant face, which was evened out with the spring breeze and soft smoke, suddenly seemed to be hacked by thousands of thoughts, and then passed through layers of cover, over the hustle and bustle. The crowd of people just showed their original appearance straightly and eagerly.

The unadorned ones, and the ones that can't be modified, bloom vigorously from the pupils of the eyes.

Jin Ling only felt that every skin that was glanced by such eyes was like spring water flowing past, gently blown by the breeze and wiped away, leaving only the hot red marks hidden under the placket.

He couldn't wait to hear Lan Sizhui speak, his voice contained a tension that he couldn't understand, and didn't dare to understand, it was so dark, so burnt away the last layer of cover that was hard to maintain on his face.

He clenched the corner of the robe under his hand, took a step forward, and got away from the palm that had begun to radiate slightly hot on his shoulders.

How should I put it to be able to fool around quietly...

Just as usual?

Jin Ling didn't dare to look any more, he was afraid that his own mind had fooled his eyes, showing him those imaginary images, leading him to uncontrollable wild thoughts.

His heart was pounding, and his palms were covered with sweat.He was suffering in apprehension, and that inexplicable hope was just about to move.It's a pity that some words can only be uttered consummately in a dream that is so drunk and delirious, otherwise the words will change after listening, and it will be difficult to wake up.

No one would like him, he was so queer and so speechless.She was as selfish and unruly as others said, and now she has a big mess that the Jin family is eyeing. No matter what direction she looks at, she is terrible. How can she compare to the elegant, virtuous, kind and bright fairies of other families?

Who said that there must be a way for a car to reach the mountain, and that when water comes, soil will cover soldiers to block it. At this moment, Jin Ling is like a cornered beast, with mixed feelings but it is difficult to speak.

God knows how much he wanted to have the strength to swallow mountains and rivers, so he slammed straight into that embrace, tightened the skirt of Lan Sizhui's chest tightly, and pressed those two plump and warm lips tightly, looking like the white jade of suet. A shocking red appeared on his cheeks.

How much I want to have Lan Jingyi's unscrupulous, tongue-smarting skills, so that he can roar like a rainbow: "Yes! That's right, I like you, I care about you, I don't want anyone else to be with you Spinning around, secretly coveting you!"

…………

"blue……"

I can only think about it.

He will not speak.

If you talk about it, you won't even have to do it with your close friends and family.

"..." Lan Sizhui was stunned for a long, long time, until his throat felt a little stagnant.

"you……"

His heart trembled, and he had never been so disorganized and just wanted to say something. Words rushed into his throat, but his mind was blank, and it was hard to say.At that moment, he felt so bitter that he was afraid of the gap of time. He wanted to call him "A Ling" softly and say "it's okay" as before. He thought a lot and tried many times, but he was depressed. In the throat, it turned into a tiny seed, which was planted deeply in my heart and at the same time pierced and hurt my softest heart.

Lan Sizhui thought he had seen every mood of Jin Ling, angry, proud, unyielding, playful, quiet, vulnerable, the list goes on.I have also heard him call him Lan Yuan countless times, and heard him mention so many requests that sound ridiculous but are really simple.

But he had never seen Jin Ling with such an appearance of shattered fiery friendship, never heard Jin Ling express his thoughts so frankly.

Is his blue wish so important to him?

Just as I was about to say something, I choked on the movement of the wrong body and swallowed it abruptly.

Will not.

It's because he listens too much, because he thinks too much.

If he said anything more, Ah Ling would run away in fear.

"...Young Master Jin..." was a little jerky, as if he had never called this name before, Lan Sizhui slowly put down the hand that was ignored in the air.There is nothing under the palm, no matter how much you curl your fingertips, you can't cover the lingering heat just now.

Mostly he only considers himself a family member.

That's it.

Just like sunlight shining through the shadows of flowers and withered vines on the wisteria trellis, the love and love in my heart are cut into mottled light and shadows, which are hidden in every corner bit by bit, preventing outsiders from knowing. snoop.

"Young Master Jin."

"The plum cake is getting cold, do you want to eat it?"