Lin Qingyu didn't react for a while. Is Lu Wancheng 18 years old today
Calculated by Lu Wancheng's birth date, he is already over eighteen and is approaching the age of a weak crown. This eighteen-year-old is not Lu Wancheng, it can only be him.
It's just one birthday, not ten years old, or his own birthday, Lin Qingyu won't care, so there is no need to wake people up when they arrive. If it were before, he would drive people back to the lower bunk, turn around and continue to sleep. But Lu Wancheng's eyes were so clear and bright, as if he had been looking forward to it for a long time, just to share a little secret with him that no one knew.
Lin Qingyu sat up, tucked her long sleepy hair behind her shoulders, and got out of bed on the steps. You can't look at things in the dark, and your clothes are on the ground when you go down the steps. Lin Qingyu really couldn't figure out why he accepted the upper and lower bunks of the big spectrum of the world.
"Be careful."
A hand stretched out, thin and fragile like a broken cold jade. Lin Qingyu also stretched out his hand, but didn't dare to take advantage of it, just gently placed his hand on Lu Wancheng's palm.
Lu Wancheng's cold limbs are old problems. Lin Qingyu is not a physique with heavy Yang Qi, but his hands are still much warmer than him. Lu Wancheng felt the warmth and softness in his palms, and before he had time to react, Lin Qingyu landed safely and released his hand.
Is this a hand in hand? Pulled, not completely pulled
Lu Wancheng let out two muffled coughs, feeling exhausted, he had to sit back on the bed and smiled: "I don't want to wake you up either. But eighteen years old is very important to me, I... I want to share this moment with you. ."
Lin Qingyu lit the candlestick with a fire fold and asked: "What's important about being eighteen."
"In my hometown, boys can do many things as soon as they are eighteen, and girls can do the same."
"for example?"
"For example, you can play games until late at night, you can stay outside by yourself, you can also..." Lu Wancheng paused, his eyes staying on Lin Qingyu's lips for a moment, seemingly embarrassed, "I have been looking forward to it since I was a child. This day, after I got here, I have been counting the days in my heart."
Regarding Lu Wancheng's true identity, the two have always been tacitly aware. Lu Wancheng didn't mention it, he would never ask. But he can piece together the appearance of another person from Lu Wancheng's occasional words.
He didn't know how the boy became Lu Wancheng. He didn't want to believe in ghosts and souls, but he believed in his own feelings.
He was probably a smart and lazy boy who was in good health and didn't sleep enough all day. He certainly wouldn't work hard in the school: the husband lectured on stage, and he slept soundly under the stage, but it happened that he still got the first place in every assessment. His long-term response should be good, and he inadvertently captured the hearts of many classmates, and he would share any snacks he received from his admirers with his friends. It's a pity that he is too lazy to respond to other people's favors, so much so that he hasn't even held the girl's hand until now.
And today is the birthday of this boy at the age of eighteen.
"In this way, in your hometown, the eighteenth birthday is more important than our 20th birthday."
"Yes. I was just over seventeen years old when I came. I thought I would not live to be eighteen years old, but I didn't expect it to be delayed until now."
Lin Qingyu knowingly asked: "It is not easy for you to live to eighteen years old, and I don't know whose credit it is."
"Of course it is the credit of our Doctor Lin." His body was too weak, and Lu Wancheng couldn't speak loudly, except that there was a smile in his breath, "Qingyu, I am really happy to live to be eighteen. So no matter what the original situation is, it didn't poison me, but instead gave me half a year's time, from beginning to end, in my eyes, Dr. Lin is the protagonist of kindness and kindness."
"The protagonist" is another unfamiliar word to Lin Qingyu. I don't know if the candlelight tonight is too light and gentle, Lin Qingyu didn't want to guess anymore, and asked directly: "What does the'protagonist' mean."
Lu Wancheng looked at him and said: "The so-called'protagonist' means that no matter how many swords and shadows, blood and blood, even the moment he crawls out of the mud, it will always be the most dazzling one."
Lin Qingyu smiled softly. He sat down next to Lu Wancheng, his posture relaxed, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes closed, the coldness of his body dissipated, and his jade-like profile was so beautiful that his heart was shaken by the flickering candlelight. With just one glance, Lu Wancheng quickly looked away, not daring to look again.
The two sit side by side on the edge of the lower bunk bed, shoulder to shoulder. Lu Wancheng wanted to say something more, but was inexplicably aphasia, his Adam's apple rolled and rolled, he couldn't hold back a word, only the half-dead thing in his chest jumped fiercely.
Lin Qingyu didn't realize his strangeness, and asked, "In your hometown, what customs are there for birthdays?"
Lu Wancheng thought for a while, and said, "Eat longevity noodles?"
Lin Qingyu said, "I ask someone to do it for you."
Relying on his birthday, Lu Wancheng made an inch of progress: "Why didn't you help me do it yourself?"
Lin Qingyu paused and said, "I'm not very good at it."
Lu Wancheng smiled and curled his eyes with a smile: "Then do what you can do."
Although Lin Qingyu was not born in a wealthy family, he is also a decent young master. He has been served by someone since he was a child and is naturally not good at cooking. If he is good at it, that is...
Lin Qingyu stood up: "Undressed."
Lu Wancheng was taken aback, thinking that he was listening: "What?"
"I'll give you two shots, so that you can sleep more peacefully tonight."
Lu Wancheng's smile froze on his face, raised his hand and scratched his eyelids with his fingers: "...Thank you."
On Lu Wancheng's eighteenth birthday, Lin Qingyu gave him a good sleep.
As winter is about to begin, the flower dew folds the spring and autumn clothes one by one, puts them in the cabinet, and replaces them with thick clothes for winter. Last year’s old winter clothes were put in a box. I spent a lot of effort to organize the toiletry. I accidentally found a special gorgeous brocade deep in the wooden box. The wedding dress worn when married into the Hou Mansion. Putting together with Xifu are the Xiguan and Xipa that he wore that day.
The unmarried girl always yearns for the wedding gown. The flower dew will unfold and hang up the dress, and exclaimed: "Young Master and Young Master, look what I have found."
Lu Wancheng looked over, but didn't understand: "What is this?"
"This is the wedding gown that Young Master wore during his wedding, don't you remember?"
Lu Wancheng sat up straight, looked for a long time, and said, "It seems to be."
Lin Qingyu said indifferently, "What do you do with this."
Hua Lu smiled and said: "Shaojun usually wears single-pigmented clothing, and the most worn is white. I have never seen you wear bright colors."
Huantong interrupted and said, "Did you not see the young master and Xiaohouye on the day of their wedding?"
"At that time, Young Master was wearing a hipa to cover his face. It doesn't count if he didn't see the face." Hualu looked at Lu Wancheng thoughtfully, and joked playfully, "Master, you opened the hipa at that time and saw Young gentleman who wears a wedding dress, is he shocked by the heavens?"
Lu Wancheng was heartbroken: "... I forgot."
He only remembered that he saw a classical beauty after waking up, and then he was busy in shock, did not engrave the beauty of the beauty in his heart, and later fell asleep because of being too sleepy. Looking back now, he only remembered that it was good-looking, and he really didn't have any impression of what a good opinion was.
Hualu stared straight: "How can you forget something that is only once in this life."
"Nothing to be surprised." Lin Qingyu added a few charcoal to the charcoal basin in front of Lu Wancheng, "I don't remember the appearance of Master Xiao Hou wearing a festive dress."
On the wedding night, all he thought about was how to poison Lu Wancheng to make him die earlier.
Lu Wancheng pushed the wheelchair to the front of the unfolded Xifu. He reached out and touched the beautiful golden silk on his head, and said, "Let's talk about Qingyu, how much silver is needed before you are willing to wear it to me again."
Lin Qingyu didn't look up, "You want to wear it so much, why don't you wear it yourself."
"I wear it, we can wear it together." Seeing Lin Qingyu unmoved, Lu Wancheng said shamelessly, "I beg you, genius doctor Lin."
"Begging for this little thing? Can you be a bit stubborn."
Lu Wancheng whispered: "Because I really want to see it." Seeing it again, he must remember it to death.
Lin Qingyu didn't respond yet, and the servant came in to pass the pass, saying that Aunt Pan asked Shaojun to discuss matters in the front hall.
Early this morning, Lu Niantao took a carriage to the palace. This time, Liang did not accompany her.
The number of candidates for the crown prince's concubine has yet to be determined. The queen invited all the ladies into the palace, saying it was to enjoy the flowers, but everyone knew that this was going to be a blind date for the prince. Once the flower viewing party is over, the position of the crown prince's side concubine should be drawn up.
Although Nan'anhou deliberately kept a distance from the prince, he also had a positive attitude towards the selection of his daughter. The selection of the concubine was fair and honest, and the saint nodded. After all, the prince is the prince, and sooner or later he will rule the world. Nan'an Hou's mansion has a daughter by his side, who will be considered a backer in the future.
"According to the mother in the second lady's yard, the second lady dressed very plainly today. She used to prefer delicate pink, but when entering the palace, she wore a plain white dress and did not wear too many hair accessories." Said, "Compared with other noble ladies, I am afraid that it is more than elegant and not rich."
Lin Qingyu sneered, "Don't worry, the prince might just be fine."
Pan tentatively said: "I also heard that the makeup on her entry into the palace is a bit strange. She placed a beauty mole under her left eye, just like yours, Shaojun."
Lin Qingyu didn't have any special reaction when he heard that, and said with a cold expression: "This is the path she chose. No one forced her or tempted her. If anything happens in the future, she will be blamed and has nothing to do with others."
Pan's eyes fell and echoed: "This is natural."
Seeing that Pan did not intend to retire, Lin Qingyu asked, "Anything else?"
Pan hesitated for a moment, and said: "My concubine remembers what Shaojun said, I'm afraid Master Xiaohou... will not make it to the end of the year."
Lin Qingyu was startled slightly, and said, "Indeed."
"It's October now," Pan said unbearably, "Is it time to prepare for the funeral of Master Xiaohou?"
Lin Qingyu was silent for a long while, and said, "I will handle this personally."