Fan Yang really didn't understand: how could wine selection be such an elegant and interesting thing, how could it be played by Wen Heng into a hydrangea throw
Look at Xue Qinglan's ignorant appearance! How could he be able to let go and speak out? !
Wen Heng noticed his hesitant gaze, gave him a warning glance, and sat back at the table with Xue Qinglan. Seeing that the guy was still in a daze, he coughed lightly and reminded: "Excuse me, bring us the wine. Come up."
"Yes." The guy suddenly returned to his senses, bowed and said, "Wait a minute, guest, I'll be here."
The guests on the floor followed and watched the excitement, and they all felt a little out of place—I wanted to applaud Wen Heng, but the silver butterfly didn’t fall into the wine glass, it wasn’t considered a top prize; I had to sigh to express my regret , he clearly deliberately made the silver butterfly fly into the hands of his companions, and they were very satisfied with the game, and there was no need for others to regret it.
Xue Qinglan held the small and delicate silver butterfly in her hand, she really did not expect Wen Heng's "low-key" to be like this. He knew that this move was eye-catching and shouldn't be, but the scene just now was really magnificent and wonderful, and it was unforgettable for one's life. In any case, he could not say "absurd".
Seeing him startled, Wen Heng deliberately interrupted: "Don't be stunned, you can't see the flowers even if you stare at it. Come and try his craftsmanship."
Xue Qinglan turned to ask him, "Can this silver butterfly be taken away?"
Wen Heng's heart moved, and he replied, "Tell the buddy, you can't take it in vain if you think about it."
Xue Qinglan let out an "um", and then took a sip: "Well, not bad."
Fan Yang couldn't bear it any longer and was about to speak, but Wen Heng immediately gave him a sideways glance, telling him to shut up and stop, and then Xue Qinglan said, "Sweet? Try this again."
Fan Yang: "..."
The water outside the window is vast, the wind is blowing from the lake, passing through the flowers, and the coolness is full of fragrance. After a while, the wine was delivered, and the 20-year-old famous brew is extremely sweet, and the "lotus stamen" is especially fragrant. Wen Heng drank tea alone, watching the two of them drink each other, and occasionally gave Xue Qinglan two fruits for him to drink. Fan Yang was terrified by Wen Heng's power and did not dare to say a word. He could only talk about the local customs and customs of the capital and discuss martial arts moves. After such a leisurely and comfortable afternoon, the three of them returned happily after the Golden Crow West fell and the sunset glowed in the sky.
When he returned to the inn, Fan Yang watched Wen Heng help Xue Qinglan into the room. He waited in the corridor for a long time, wanting to stop Wen Heng and talk to him, but he had not seen anyone for a long time. Fan Yang thought something was wrong, walked over and knocked on the door, calling, "Young Master?"
The sound of footsteps approached, Wen Heng came out and opened the door: "What?"
Fan Yang's eyes were sharp, and he saw Xue Qinglan sitting on the edge of the bed over his shoulder, his heart sank suddenly, and he said: "Master, you—"
Wen Heng stepped out and closed the door with his hand. Knowing that he couldn't escape today, he must have an explanation to Fan Yang, so he made a silent gesture and said, "If you have something to say, go to your side. "
Fan Yang drank a little too much, and led him back to the room in a dizzy way, and the two sat down at the table. Fan Yang stared at him blankly for a moment, then suddenly said: "Sir, when I was on the road to escape that year, my subordinates were thinking, if A Que is your own brother, then the two of you will support each other in the future. As for being too sad."
Wen Heng waved his hand: "The house has been copied, so there is no need to mention those old names."
"Later A Que was gone. My subordinates were really worried. I was afraid that one day you would go astray or you might not be able to go on. At that time, there was no one who could call you back." Fan Yang sighed to himself. He said, "Today's all sorts of things are seen by my subordinates, and I don't dare to interfere too much in your private affairs. I just ask you to tell me the truth based on your love for so many years - what exactly are you and this Protector Xue? relation?"
If he spoke bluntly and persuaded Wen Heng, Wen Heng would have a hundred kinds of arguments to go back and forth with him, but Fan Yang would dig his heart and lungs as soon as he came up. Just when he asked about Wen Heng's hesitation, he calmed down and thought about it carefully for a long time. Seriously replied: "It should still be friends for now."
I don't know if it's because wine can make people smarter, or if Fan Yang is particularly sensitive in this regard, he immediately asked, "That is to say, maybe they won't be friends in the future?"
Wen Heng stared at him silently, his heart was turned upside down in a short moment, and he struggled a million times in an instant, but he finally nodded and said calmly, "Yes."
This loud word was like a hammer falling from a bronze bell, and it made Fan Yang's ears roar, and immediately raised his voice in a gaffe: "He is the guardian of the Weeping Star Sect, and he is a man! Young master, you are not afraid that you will not even be in the rivers and lakes in the future. Your place to stand?"
"What are you calling?" Wen Heng said, "Keep your voice down. The walls of this inn are as thin as paper and not soundproof. Others don't mean that. "
Fan Yang's neck was shrunk by his training, and he couldn't believe it: "What do you mean he didn't have 'that meaning'? Could it be just your wishful thinking?!"
Wen Heng said: "Qinglan is still young, so she doesn't understand these things, and she still thinks of me as her brother more; I'm not wishful thinking, I'm not that far, it's not that you have to force an answer to come out. Embrace the future for the present.”
Fan Yang did not sell the account, but said firmly: "Young master is so certain about the future, so it is true."
Wen Heng thought about it too. Although he knew in his heart that it was just a vague feeling of affection, and he was still far from being in love, his actions were seen by others, but they were no different from temptation.
His silence was tacit consent, and Fan Yang frowned with grief: "What kind of good woman does not exist in the world, why do you insist on identifying a man?"
"If people want to live in the world, they have to find a reason for themselves."
Wen Heng looked down at the table and said calmly, "Since the day my family was destroyed, I lived for revenge. When I first went to Yueying Mountain, every day I was thinking about how to die with the enemy—God treats me coldly, and I don't either. Nostalgic for the world, I always feel that as long as I kill the enemy, my life will come to an end."
"Afterwards, I practiced in the valley. In the past four years, I gradually thought about it. In addition to hatred and grudges, there are also kindnesses. If I am lucky enough to survive after revenge, I have to pay off these favors one by one, so that I can meet my relatives underground with peace of mind."
Fan Yang couldn't prevent him from suddenly talking about the past, and when he heard it, he was secretly startled. In his eyes, although Wen Heng has undergone drastic changes, he is mature and steady in his actions. Whether he learns from a teacher in Yueying Mountain, or helps him organize the Luming Escort Bureau, there is no abnormality at all. Who would have thought that in those years he would often With the will to die, do you have nothing else in mind except revenge
"Young Master has pushed yourself too hard in the past," Fan Yang said with a softer tone, "It is also useless for his subordinates, and he cannot share his worries for the Young Master."
"If you were useless, I wouldn't be sitting here now and explaining these words to you." Wen Heng also sighed, "I met Qinglan at the Sword Discourse Conference a few days ago and learned about him from my senior brother. After all the things I did, I suddenly realized at that time that there is still a person in this world that I don’t feel at ease if I don’t watch it myself.”
This sentence is light, but the weight is amazing. Fan Yang groaned in his heart, and without Wen Heng explaining, he knew that he had a crush on Xue Qinglan, and already regarded him as a serious concern.
Even if he regards Fan Yang as a sibling, Wen Heng only has this sentence to explain. Now Xue Qinglan is still ignorant, and he himself has not fully understood his mind. If he talks too much, he is afraid that he will treat Xue Qinglan lightly, so without waiting for Fan Yang to continue to ask questions, Wen Heng stood up against the table and said, "Don't talk about this, you can Sober up, have a good rest tonight, and discuss the matter of entering the palace tomorrow."
Fan Yang knew the seriousness and smiled bitterly: "The wine has woken you up a long time ago. I'm afraid that the prince and princess will give me a dream tonight and scold me."
Wen Heng smiled and said, "What are you panicking about? If you want to scold you, come and scold me first."
Although the two of them were joking, when they mentioned the deceased King Qing and his wife, their hearts were infinitely sad, so they didn't say much. Fan Yang sent Wen Heng to the door, and when he saw him enter the room, he sighed heavily, closed the door and went back to continue worrying.
As soon as Wen Heng entered the room, he saw that Xue Qinglan was still in the same position as when he went out, sitting on the bed motionless, wondering why he was in a daze.
He walked to the bed, raised his hand and waved it in front of Xue Qinglan's eyes, and was grabbed by him very quickly, but his eyes were still scattered and confused, and he looked at Wen Heng in a foggy manner: "Brother Heng."
"Well, I still recognize people, and I'm not too drunk." Wen Heng tapped between his eyebrows, "You change your clothes, and I'll ask someone to bring hot water to bathe you."
Xue Qinglan drank a whole pot of "lotus stamens". Although this wine was sweet and smooth, it had a lot of stamina. Wen Heng was inexperienced. Seeing that his face was reddish and his consciousness was clear, he thought he was only slightly drunk, so he was relieved to go downstairs to ask for water. Xue Qinglan was also very obedient. When the hot water came, she quietly changed her clothes and went to bathe. After about a moment, Wen Heng heard the sound of water, and after a while, the sound of slightly heavier footsteps circled out from behind the screen. Wen Heng looked back, and was immediately amused.
Xue Qinglan stepped barefoot on the ground, her long black hair was wetly draped over her shoulders, dripping water as she walked. It's over, like someone splashed it with a basin of water.
Wen Heng also saw that he was very drunk at this time, picked up the robe that was draped by the bed and wrapped him up, bowed and hugged him, helplessly said: "I really overestimated you, why are you drunk? Like this?"
Xue Qinglan didn't like to talk when he was drunk, and only drowsily put it in his arms. Wen Heng went around the screen and saw that there was a long case beside the tub, so he put Xue Qinglan on top, pulled up his trousers, and told him to step into the tub to wash the soles of his feet again. A towel wipes his hair. Who knows that Xue Qinglan is extremely clingy, and now he is holding his neck and refuses to let go. Wen Heng told him that he couldn't move, so he leaned over and coaxed him slowly: "Qinglan let go, just let go, I will take it. Just come over with something, okay? Come back and hug."
Xue Qinglan's drunken eyes were hazy, and when she was steamed by the hot water, she looked at people as double images, but she seemed to be competing with someone in her hands. She hugged Wen Heng tightly, and said vaguely, "...Don't go."
"Well, don't go." Wen Heng patiently followed his back, "Will you wipe your hair? Otherwise, you will catch a cold from the wind."
The familiar body temperature and breath are like a soft silkworm cocoon, wrapping him tightly. Xue Qinglan sat on the long table with the top of his head reaching Wen Heng's neck. When he raised his head, he could just see his chin and Adam's apple. The wine was drowsy and the light was dim, and this moment suddenly coincided with a scene in his memory subtly.
He suddenly shuddered slightly, and Wen Heng lowered his head as if he was aware of it, but saw Xue Qinglan buried in his arms, murmuring in a crying voice, "I don't want to go..."