If the apprentice he had accepted himself released it, Su Youfeng was driven to the shelves by a duck and could only knock down his teeth and swallow blood. He accepted Wen Heng's request and temporarily lived in a small courtyard.
Xue Qinglan was awake for a whole day, and finally felt exhausted at night. After taking a bath, she went back to her room to rest and sleep. It's just that although he was very sleepy, he didn't sleep very deeply. After a while, he vaguely heard the door slammed, the candles went out one by one, and then light footsteps approached the bed unhurriedly. . Xue Qinglan was startled instinctively in his sleep, just as he was about to open his eyes, he suddenly smelled a familiar scent of green bamboo - Wen Heng's breath came first, and instantly smoothed his blown up hair.
Xue Qinglan had asked him several times before. Wen Heng never smoked incense, nor did he have the habit of wearing a purse sachet, but he didn't know why there was always a faint scent on his body. Strictly speaking, it can't be called "scent", it's more like the smell of grass and trees blowing through a large bamboo forest, and Wen Heng can't smell it himself, and others have never mentioned it. It seems that only Xue Qinglan can feel this smell in the world, relying on it to recognize it. People are more accurate than eyes.
The blue gauze bed tent was lifted and slid down, the outer bed sank slightly, and a warm and dry palm was placed on his forehead, Xue Qinglan relaxed, turned over with closed eyes consciously, and rolled into his arms.
"Not asleep yet?" Wen Heng lay beside him and pulled his long sleepy hair to one side. His voice was low and slow, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone, "Do you feel any discomfort?"
"No." Xue Qinglan felt the coolness of the night wind from the cuffs of his shirt, so he half-awake and asked in a daze, "What happened?"
Wen Heng said with a low smile, "You know again?"
Xue Qinglan half-closed his eyes drowsily, and naturally stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist: "Well. You are hiding outside and secretly blowing air. You have something on your mind that you don't understand."
"I'm thinking about what Feng Baoyi wants to do, but after thinking about it, I think it's too stupid to guess, why don't I ask him directly when we meet." Wen Heng lowered his head and kissed him between the eyebrows, coaxing, "Okay. Now, it's time for you to sleep, what do you have to say when you wake up tomorrow, eh?"
When he was away, Xue Qinglan couldn't sleep soundly no matter how he slept. Now, after speaking less than three and a half sentences, Xue Qinglan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and fell asleep in his arms.
With a little light, Wen Heng could barely see his vague outline. He was used to being a gentleman. He slept with Xue Qinglan in his arms many times, but he never had the slightest evil thoughts. Clusters of flames burned for no reason.
Xu Shi's identity change requires a process of adaptation. From the exchange of hearts to the present, Wen Heng reacted only after realizing it. In his arms was his sleeping sweetheart. After piercing the window paper, Xue Qinglan's breathing, expression, Movement, body temperature, touch... Every ordinary place suddenly has an unusual meaning, like many fine and flexible silk threads, climbing up in the boundless night, entangling his love, hatred, hatred, and madness, and also affecting his boundless desire.
Wen Heng's spiritual platform was suddenly struck by lightning. He has been stable for so many years, and all the intense emotions that he owes are surging back at this moment, the whole person is choked alive by the "smell of love", froze in place, and even shows a little bit of embarrassment. .
His ears were filled with humming and an astonishingly heavy heartbeat. He subconsciously relaxed his arm strength, moved back, and cautiously opened the distance between the two. However, under the agitation of his mind, he forgot that Xue Qinglan would get close to the heat source subconsciously when he was sleeping at night. When he felt that he was retreating, he took the initiative to rub forward. , happened to hit the most unbearable position.
Now Wen Heng didn't dare to move at all.
A look of patience appeared on his face. He closed his eyes and counted his heartbeats for dozens of times. He hugged Xue Qinglan again almost as if he was going to die, buried his head in his hair, and sighed inaudibly.
"...you."
With the combined help of Su Youfeng and Wen Heng, within four or five days, Xue Qinglan's internal injuries had already disappeared. His internal skills are complicated. First he was taught by Xue Ci, and then Wen Heng taught the "Tianhe Treasure Scroll". Unfortunately, at that time Wen Heng was unable to practice internal skills by himself. Afterwards, he joined the Hanging Star Sect, switched to the sword technique, and also learned some Kung Fu from the Hanging Star Sect. Usually, the three methods can be used together, but when the masters are fighting for their lives, it shows the disadvantage of his internal skills. . This time, taking advantage of his healing opportunity, Wen Heng took him to review the "Tianhe Treasure Scroll" again. In addition to Su Youfeng's occasional words, Xue Qinglan not only recovered from his injury, but his internal strength also improved compared to his previous heyday. To the next level.
Wuning City is not big or small, and it is quite a lively place. I am used to the wind and waves of Suyou. In addition to helping heal my wounds, I can't see anyone all day. When Xue Qinglan heard Wen Heng mentioning his master earlier, his tone was not very solemn, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he knew that the old man was so out of touch. On this day, he hadn't seen Su Youfeng since he woke up in the morning, so he asked casually, but Wen Heng would be wrong and said with a smile, "Why, do you want to go out too?"
Xue Qinglan laughed: "I'm not a child, I'm thinking about playing all day long."
Wen Heng was sitting there dictating his thoughts, and sighed when he heard the words: "You, when you first met, you still looked like a child, and you made yourself so mature at such a young age—what's wrong with being a child?"
"Worry-free" is actually a great luck. Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan are obviously not included in this list, but Xue Qinglan has the mentality of "I don't have it, and I don't force it", but Wen Heng always has a little regret. He took A Que by his side, and even if he lived a life of wandering in the future, it would be better than letting him grow up alone and painfully in Yisu Mountain under Xue Ci's hands.
Xue Qinglan put down the sword score in his hand, got up and hugged Wen Heng from behind, his long black hair hung down from his temples and fell in front of Wen Heng's shoulders. There was a smile in his voice, as well as a faint sigh: "Brother Heng, I take you as my sweetheart, and you still take me as a child, isn't it good?"
Wen Heng: "…"
This statement is not wrong. Xue Qinglan is not just ignorant now. If he really understood the distracting thoughts in Wen Heng's heart, he would never dare to tease him like this.
Wen Heng could kiss the corner of his smiling lips with just one side of his head, just thinking about the suffering of the day and night, he didn't dare to get too close to him, he restrained himself for a while before letting go of him and said, "Let's It's been nearly half a month since I came here, and I haven't walked around the city yet. You're in good shape, and now you're not afraid to go out. I'll take you to join in the fun another day, okay?"
Xue Qinglan is actually very quiet and doesn't like to get involved in crowds, but since Wen Heng opened his mouth, he would not refuse anything: "Okay, what's the excitement?"
Wen Heng heard the pharmacy staff talking together when he was taking medicine the day before yesterday. He knew that there will be a "Maple River Lantern Festival" in Wuning City tomorrow night. There are many local maple trees. This season happens to be when the autumn harvest is over and the red leaves are in full bloom. In his spare time, he goes out to play with his family. Young men and women either swim hand in hand, or send each other lovesickness, write poems on the red leaves and put them into river lanterns to make them drift down the river. Whoever gets the red leaves has forged an elegant and romantic fate.
His fate does not need to be pinned, and he has already firmly held it in his palm, but the lanterns, maple leaves, and rivers of stars must still be beautiful scenery worth seeing, right
"Tomorrow you'll find out."
At nightfall the next day, the market along the river was indeed very lively. Thousands of lanterns drifted along the water, like the Milky Way in the world. Maple trees were planted all over the bank, and red leaves fell one after another. , gorgeous beyond words. There were cheers and laughter everywhere, Xue Qinglan stood at the head of the bridge, glanced at random, and saw the river lamp floating and sinking in the water waves under the bridge, and the ink marks on the red leaves were faint, and the writing was "Who would have guessed the love, when will you teach the relationship?"①
"What did you see?" Wen Heng saw him staring at the river in a daze, so he reached out and poked his side lightly, "So fascinated, do you want to put one by yourself?"
Xue Qinglan recovered, took his hand in his palm, shook his head and said, "No need."
"The first time I saw lanterns was when you took me down the mountain on New Year's Eve and went to Zhanchuan City to see the Lantern Festival lanterns. Later... Two years after I came out of Yisu Mountain, there were also lantern festivals in the cities near Luwei Mountain in Muzhou. , I go down the mountain every year to wait, but I dare not enter the city every year, I can see a little light on the mountains outside the city, it should be very lively."
Wen Heng's heart felt as if someone had been twisted, and the sour and tingling pain spread. He rubbed Xue Qinglan's fingers and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you go in?"
Xue Qinglan smiled, and replied lightly, avoiding the important point: "Because I always feel that watching the lantern festival with you is more interesting."
And looking at the lights alone, the more beautiful and prosperous it is, the more like a dream that cannot be woken up. The long street goes from beginning to end, but no one is waiting for him in the dim light.
Fortunately, after lingering for many years, it finally came to a conclusion tonight. The old dream of Shangyuan was well sealed by him, and the new dream is slowly unfolding in front of him—
Coincidentally, a gust of night wind swept across the river, thousands of red leaves fluttered in the sky, and the beauty was not like the world, and the crowd suddenly burst into exclamations. Wen Heng grabbed it casually, picked up a red leaf from mid-air, handed it to Xue Qinglan, and said, "Since you're here, just follow the local customs and write a poem."
Xue Qinglan inexplicably remembered the time he bought lanterns for herself back then, and couldn't help laughing. She felt that if Wen Heng had younger siblings or his own children, he would definitely be the kind of doting child who would "have other children, and my family should have them too." The parents who followed this sentence to the end.
He took the red leaves, borrowed a pen from the Qiaotou stall, and asked Wen Heng, "Write what?"
"Red leaves send love, you can write about whoever is in your heart." Wen Heng paused, then remembered something, lowered his voice and whispered to his ear, "You are not allowed to write about life and death, and Sauvignon Blanc is not allowed."
Xue Qinglan laughed so hard that her hands were shaking, and she almost threw Mo Dianzi on the bridge railing. The connivance in Wen Heng's eyes overflowed and could drown people, but she scolded: "Don't laugh, write me love poems, you are serious point."
Xue Qinglan thought for a moment, then wrote two sentences, turned around and returned the pen to the stall owner, thanking him. The stall owner was a lotus lantern. Seeing that he was holding red leaves, he greeted him warmly: "Young master, please buy a lamp by the way. The little man's lamp is bright and strong. It can float on water for a month. Put it in, and you can guarantee it will be delivered to the hands of the destined people!"
Before he finished speaking, the red leaf was snatched away by Wen Heng. Xue Qinglan and the street vendor turned to look at him, only to hear him earnestly: "Thank you, but no need, his fate has already been decided."
The stall owner: "… Huh?"
Xue Qinglan really couldn't afford to lose this person, so she smiled and pulled Wen Heng to the other side.
Once the two hold hands, it's like sticking together, and they don't want to be separated no matter what. If it was in broad daylight, the two of them would not be so obsessed even if they didn't care about other people's glances; but tonight is a grand event comparable to the Qixi Festival, all affections are gently accommodated by the night, and even the most secret thoughts can be cut out and written in. On the red leaves, no one cared whether the two people next to them were holding hands.
Wen Heng walked to the bright place, looked at the red leaves in his hand by the light, and saw two neat lines of teeny small letters, which wrote "What is the limit of people in the world, you can be alone as a king". ②
"I haven't read many poems. This is a folk ballad in Mingzhou. The whole poem is just this sentence, 'What can I do, what's the limit of the world, I'm a king alone'." Heng leaned on his side, using his shoulders to block the wind, looking at the vast sky, a little fascinated, "I didn't know much about these things at that time, and I couldn't figure out my own mind, but when I heard this song, I would think of it. you."
There are countless people in the world, but there is only one person who can affect his mind.
"So Brother Heng, don't feel sorry for me too much," Xue Qinglan said. "There are all beings, but I am the only one who got you. Isn't that lucky enough?"
Even though they have experienced separation, they can meet again after each separation. Thinking of this, those days of hiding in the dark alone do not seem to be so difficult to endure.
Xue Qinglan didn't suffer because of the past, but Wen Heng couldn't help feeling distressed, but since he said so, Wen Heng followed his words and replied "Okay". He stroked Xue Qinglan's long hair and said without blushing: "I will be Xue Gongzi's person from now on. If Xue Gongzi doesn't tell me to love you, then you will love me more."
"I sometimes don't understand," Xue Qinglan wondered, "You always say I'm coquettish, but why are you so skilled at coquettishness?"
Wen Heng: "…"
He was defeated by Xue Qinglan's teasing smile. Using his figure to cover up, he bent over and kissed him gently on the lips, and said softly against his temples, "Fool, because I can't help it."
Countless lanterns floated and sank, drifting to the distance with an inch of heart, and this one of his went down the river, traversed a long time, crossed thousands of mountains and terrifying mountains, and finally docked at the shore and returned to the initial shock. Hong glanced at the place.
"By the way," Wen Heng took out a palm-sized moonbait bag from his arms and shook it in front of his eyes, "This is Hongye's return gift, open it and take a look?"
Xue Qinglan thought it was his whim to write poems on the red leaves, but he didn't expect Wen Heng to have a backer, and the bag was quite valuable. He took off the string and couldn't help laughing when he saw what was inside.
The silver is cast in the shape of a bamboo, with a matte surface and a section of clear sapphire inlaid in the middle. It is pure and simple, with few carvings, but it is very commensurate with Xue Qinglan's thin and slender hand. Bracelets do not have a different kind of good-looking. I don't know how much work Wen Heng spent to find such a pair of treasures, but he can only say that he is indeed a noble prince who grew up in the splendid Qiluo Cong. His vision is far beyond ordinary people.
"How do you..."
Wen Heng helped him take off the old silver bracelet from his wrist, and said, "Actually, the bracelet was made when it was in Zhanchuan City. At that time, I wanted to confess my feelings to you, but who knew that you suddenly made a move and took me away. Fortunately, I have been carrying this pair of bracelets close to my body, and although it is a little late to send them out, it is not too late, and it is still in your hands."
Xue Qinglan stretched out his hand to let him move, as if he was stunned by Wen Heng's words, and asked in a daze, "What words are engraved this time?"
Wen Heng slowly pushed the bamboo bracelet to his wrist. The size was measured by him, so it was just right whether it was wide or tight. Hearing Xue Qinglan's question, he smiled and said, "It's a very fitting sentence."
The last pair of bracelets were engraved with the words "Hundred Diseases Never Invade, Longevity and Prosperity", which was his most sincere and gentle wish to Xue Qinglan as an elder brother; and "Hidden in the center, no day or forget" is engraved on the pair of bracelets. , is that he finally understands his heart and makes a lifetime commitment to the person he loves.
Who knows that good fortune is impermanent, going around in circles, this karmic encounter, in the end, was really what he said—
The person he never forgets is also the person he hides in his heart.
The author has something to say: ①Ouyang Jiong of the Five Dynasties, "He Ming Dynasty, Recalling the Past and the First Familiarity with Flowers"
②Using the Chinese anonymous name "Huashanji·Naihexu" "Naihexu, what are the limits of the world, only for you!"
③The central possession - "Book of Songs Xiaoya Xisang" "the central possession, when to forget it"; no day or forget - "remember here, no day or forget"
There is one more chapter to be written, which will probably be very late.