An Lan was walking ahead, not fast.
She managed to catch up with only a slightly larger stride.
"Master."
Bai Lian called out softly.
She walked side by side with An Lan, and the distance between the two was less than a finger.
Don't suffer the old man!
An Lan was so frightened that she quickly moved to the side.
After the move, she regretted it again.
Would this seem too indifferent
Before that, she had reprimanded Bai Lian several times, and Bai Lian would not mistakenly think that he hated her.
Annoying.
It is impossible for her to take the initiative to rely on it. If she does, she will not be able to maintain the majesty of the master.
Just when An Lan was entangled, Bai Lian automatically walked to her side again.
ah!
The sudden post made An Lan subconsciously avoid it again.
Then…
hateful!
(〃＞Dish＜)
An Lan's face was ugly, like eating a sour plum.
If there is no one else, she must squeeze her cheek hard.
At this moment, a drop of water suddenly fell from the sky.
pat.
The drop of water hit her nose exactly.
"… "
Before wiping away the water droplets, An Lan looked up at the sky.
But what she saw was not the sky that suddenly turned gloomy, nor the dense raindrops falling.
It was an oil-paper umbrella that had just been opened.
She saw the bamboo rib, the umbrella covered with snowflakes, and the hand that was so familiar.
"It's raining."
A soft voice floated, and no annoyance could be heard.
Is that true
An Lan was silent.
The crackling rain sounded above her head, and the flying water droplets wet her shoes and socks.
She said, "This light rain, I just need to cast a spell to dispel it!"
The same is true.
but.
Bai Lian shook his head gently: "Some people like this rain. If the rain is dispersed, they will probably be sad."
An Lan slowly turned her head away.
Those already agile eyes are even more agile.
She didn't speak for a long time, and after a long time, she finally squeezed out a word.
"Saint Bai Lian?"
I don't know if I'm joking.
Because Bai Lian had never seen such a side of Master, it was hard for her to imagine that Master would also be yin and yang.
An Lan asked, "Do you know how many people there are in this world?"
Bai Lian shook his head.
An Lan continued: "You don't know, I don't know, neither does the Heavenly Venerate in the Immortal Realm, so do you want to save everyone, do you want to take care of everyone's thoughts?"
Bai Lian stopped.
The rain was loud.
Master seems to be recalling something.
But in the end, An Lan still couldn't recall anything.
That's not amnesia, it's that a certain memory has been directly removed, how can something that doesn't exist be picked up again
Still sad.
This feeling of being unable to control herself made An Lan gloomy.
Fortunately, Bai Lian's answer was very much in line with her heart.
"I can't save everyone."
"As long as you know."
An Lan's tense heart loosened a little.
There was a happy smile on her face.
It was at this moment that she realized that she could push Bai Lian's nose just by pushing forward.
It seems closer than before.
It was so close that nothing else could be inserted between her and Bai Lian.
So be it.
An Lan looked ahead.
She did not escape under the umbrella again.
She pointed forward, like a commander.
She said loudly, as if to hide her unease: "Your junior sister and the others didn't bring an umbrella, let's go quickly."
Um.
Walk together in this long rainy lane, and then go home with a night of laughter.
The shoes lightly stepped on the bluestone slab, and when they were lifted up again, they brought water splashes and left ripples.
Such sentences don't last long.
But because there are similar sentences every year, a story related to life is written in the past.
The story that belongs to Bai Lian is called fireworks.
[We watched a firework side by side,
The night sky is bright outside,
The light flashed by,
will find,
I'm looking at you,
You are looking at me too.]
The story belonging to An Lan is called liking.
[I don't like close contact with the same sex, but her words are fine.]
At the beginning of the sixth year of coming to Dongshenzhou.
The sixteenth of the first month.
It's raining heavily today.
But Bai Lian's eyes could not see any rain.
…
at dawn.
The town entrance of the mountain town.
When Bai Lian and An Lan came together, Xiao Jinse, Su Youwei and others were already waiting under the tree.
Before An Lan could stand still, Xiao Jinse took the lead in charging.
"Master!"