"Look, Sikong, this lantern is actually a fish, so interesting."
Feng Ye pointed to the lantern hanging above their heads. The lantern was half the length of the body, and each fish scale was painted in a different color, which was very delicate.
"This is quite normal, let's go inside." Although both of them covered their faces, from the corners of Feng Ye's upturned lips and cheerful tone, it can be seen that he is very excited now, and his overflowing vigor and joy make Yan think Sora couldn't stop laughing.
"Hey, give me this." Feng Ye threw a piece of silver at the vendor, picked up a bunch of sugar figurines, took a bite, and brought it to Yan Sikong's mouth, "It's very sweet, try it."
Yan Sikong never ate these children's food, but when he got close, he could smell the sweet smell of maltose. He couldn't help sticking out his tongue, and licked it lightly, the sweetness immediately melted into his mouth. In his mouth: "Well, it's very sweet."
"Young master, I'll find some silver for you."
"Keep it." Feng Ye pulled Yan Sikong forward.
Maybe Datong is really not prosperous enough, Feng Ye finds a lot of things fresh, wants to eat, buy, and play, if it is not for Yan Sikong's persuasion, the two of them might not be able to walk.
The two wandered around in the crowd, Feng Ye held Yan Sikong's hand tightly all the time, as if he was afraid that he would get lost, and if he bumped into a crowded place, he would protect him in his arms.
Because no one recognized them, Yan Sikong temporarily let go of his usual precautions and worries, didn't think about anything, and indulged in the joy of the festival to his heart's content. In the past, he would never have imagined that he would still be able to celebrate such a festival of family reunion. The three festivals and two birthdays that ordinary people have to celebrate extraordinarily would be unspeakable pain to him, but today is different, maybe because... Because he has Feng Ye by his side.
He couldn't help but also clenched Feng Ye's hand, it was just the hand of a reckless and frivolous young man, but the warmth of that palm made him feel extremely at ease.
Feng Ye suddenly turned his head and grinned: "You can guess lantern riddles ahead."
Yan Sikong also smiled and said, "Okay, let me try."
The two walked over and looked at the riddles on the rows of lanterns.
Feng Ye picked up one and read: "'Take the emperor to make the princes', hit a famous person in the Warring States?" He thought about it.
Yan Si idly rolled his eyes and smiled slightly: "I see."
"So fast?" Feng Yeqi asked, "Who is it?"
"Wei Wuji."
Feng Ye flipped through the back of the note: "It's true, here's another one." He continued to search.
"Go ahead."
"Hmm... 'There are two on the top and a pair on the bottom', type one word."
Yan Sikong pondered for a moment: "Is it the word 'Zhu'?"
"Exactly." Feng Ye smiled, "Could it be hard for you?"
"How hard are these little tricks to get me?"
Feng Ye squeezed his chin, and snorted softly: "I like this arrogance."
Yan Sikong smiled and said: "I'm telling the truth, why is it arrogant, if you don't believe me, try again."
Feng Ye was unconvinced and asked several questions in a row. Yan Sikong thought for a while at most, but he could finally answer. Gradually, the people around him came closer to watch the excitement, and they were amazed at Yan Sikong. Every time he answered correctly One, it will arouse a burst of applause.
But Feng Ye was not happy, he didn't like so many people looking at Yan Sikong, so he pulled people out of the crowd.
Yan Sikong laughed and said, "What, admit defeat?"
"Yeah, how do you want to punish me?" Feng Ye quickly kissed his hair while no one was looking, "You can lose me to you."
Yan Sikong scolded with a smile: "What kind of loser is this, it's just you taking advantage of it."
Feng Ye laughed and said: "Sikong, you are so smart, you may be the smartest person I have ever met."
"I'm sure I'm smart, but I dare not call it 'the best'. For example, in the Hanlin Academy, there are a few people who make me feel ashamed."
"No matter what, you are the smartest in my heart." Feng Ye added, "Also the best."
Yan Sikong pursed his lips and smiled lightly.
Feng Ye lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "What about me? Am I in your heart?"
"Of course."
"How is it?"
Yan Sikong felt his cheeks a little hot: "How should I say this."
Feng Ye persisted: "Why can't you tell? I can tell you a lot, but you can't tell me?"
Yan Sikong smiled helplessly: "You are a general, Ying..."
"I don't want to listen to this." Feng Ye interrupted him, "I don't want to hear your flattering me, I want to listen to your truth."
Yan Sikong paused for a moment, then pulled Feng Ye to the corner of the few people, a pair of clear eyes looked deeply at Feng Ye through the mask: "Feng Ye, you are also very good in my heart, you are beautiful Bufan, you are superb in martial arts, you have heroism, and most importantly...you treat me well."
"I, I'm really so good in your heart?"
Yan Sikong smiled sincerely: "Seriously."
Feng Ye was so overjoyed that he actually supported Yan Sikong's waist with both hands, lifted him up on the spot, and let out a low exclamation from his throat.
Yan Sikong was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "What a shame, let me down!" The Lantern Festival was full of people, and there were already many people looking at them, he was not used to those visiting eyes .
Feng Ye put Yan Sikong back to the ground, still happily said: "I'm happy, don't care if he's decent or not."
Yan Sikong smiled helplessly: "I praised you just now, you are so unsteady, it seems that you are still a boy and have not yet grown into a man."
Feng Ye blocked Yan Sikong in the corner, lowered his head, stroked Yan Sikong's cheek with his lips, and murmured ambiguously: "Then... when will you let me be a man?"
Yan Sikong's face was about to burn.
Feng Ye gently touched his cheek, and said with a smile: "Your face is so hot, are you shy?"
Yan Sikong tried to push him away, feeling flustered: "Let's go release the river lantern."
"Why don't you promise me first?"
"I promise you something!"
Feng Ye said confidently: "Promise me to be a real man."
Yan Sikong's face was red, luckily he covered his face, otherwise he would not know how to embarrass himself, he coughed lightly, and forced himself to be calm: "To be a real man, you must have the responsibility of a man, have courage, have..."
Feng Ye gently covered his mouth, and said with a smirk: "I have all these. Sikong, you are so smart, why are you pretending to be confused? Don't you really understand that every time I look at you, I want to have sex with you .”
Looking into Feng Ye's eyes, Yan Sikong felt that his tongue was dry and his throat was so tight that he couldn't speak. What flashed in Feng Ye's eyes belonged to a man's desire, pure, passionate, strong, straightforward, Imperative.
palpitating.
"I said I want you, so I definitely want you." Feng Ye kissed Yan Sikong heavily on the lips, "You will be on my little wolf king's couch sooner or later." After speaking, he laughed and pulled Yan Sikong closer. Kong, "Let's go, release the river lantern!"
Yan Sikong secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but his mind became more and more confused. After wandering for ten years, he thought that no matter what dangers he experienced, he could handle them calmly, but Feng Ye made him lose his mind frequently, because this person didn't want to harm him, on the contrary, he was still protecting him everywhere. He was a good person, he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
There was a moment of bewilderment in his heart.
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The two of them passed through the lantern market and came to the river, where countless people still gathered. On the river, there were orange and red flower lanterns floating on the river, like water lotuses in the dark night, one by one, with a faint fire light, entrusting People mourn for the dead and pray for the living.
They bought two river lanterns and walked to the water's edge together, Yan Sikong said: "Make a wish."
Feng Ye looked at him with a smile: "Do you want to say it?"
"what ever."
"Then I'll..." Feng Ye showed an evil smile, "May you and I love each other and be safe every year."
Yan Sikong chuckled.
"Why are you laughing, isn't this wish good?"
Yan Sikong closed his eyes with a smile, lightly touched his thin lips, murmured something, and whispered a wish that only he knew.
Feng Ye leaned over and listened carefully but couldn't hear clearly: "What wish did you make?"
"I won't tell you."
"You man, I told you all."
"Didn't you say it yourself?" Yan Sikong said, "Come on, let it go."
The two put down the river lanterns together and watched them slowly drifting away into the distance.
Feng Ye bumped into his shoulder: "What exactly did you wish for, tell me."
Yan Sikong laughed and said, "I'll tell you what to do if it doesn't work. I won't tell you."
"I've told you everything. Could it be that my wish doesn't work? There's no such thing." Feng Ye was not convinced, "Then at least tell me, is there me in your wish?"
Yan Sikong paused, his voice was so gentle that he didn't even realize it: "Yes."
Feng Ye said happily: "Haha, that's good."
Yan Sikong turned his head, and took a last look at the two lights that had drifted toward the center of the river, as if they could really fulfill what people wanted in their hearts, otherwise why would the faint firelight appear so warm in the dark night.
Feng Ye, I wish you to become the pride of a generation, a famous general through the ages.
Volume Three