Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

In the capital of Shu in July, the wind is rolling and the clouds are calming, and the golden crow is warm.

In recent days, Ning Zhiyan's body has improved a lot under the nourishment of spiritual power, and his complexion has also improved a lot.

Outside the open door, a blue skirt was revealed.

The man's clear and clear eyes were slightly raised, looking at the woman who had been waiting outside the door for a long time. His thin lips were slightly hooked and his voice was gentle: "Aning, come here."

After a moment of silence, the hem of the blue skirt completely appeared in sight. Aning blinked slightly, walked in, and finally stopped in front of him, looking up at him without saying a word.

"Do you want to go to the Lantern Festival today?" Ning Zhiyan narrowed his eyes and asked her tentatively.

There is a begging lantern festival in the capital tonight. I heard that at this time in previous years, both men and women could invite their favorite people to the lantern festival to put out lanterns. If it had been the same before, he would have definitely not been interested.

But it's different now, he has someone he likes.

The woman met his clear and bright eyes, her unfocused almond-shaped eyes were a little dazed. She hesitated for a while and nodded slightly.

A bronze unicorn incense burner on the sandalwood table gave rise to curls of green smoke, with a light smell. Aning thought that she knew where the scent of the man came from.

The annual Qiqiao Lantern Festival is extremely lively and crowded. Similar lanterns are hung on the lamp stands on the street. The lanterns are like star trails, and there is an endless stream of hawkers and merchants everywhere.

When the two came to the lantern festival, their good looks attracted a lot of attention. The man's brows and eyes were as empty as the cold crescent moon, and the woman was as calm and quiet as the cold stars.

They seemed out of place with the hustle and bustle around them, yet somehow fit in with them.

The woman blinked her long eyelashes and was very curious about the things around her, while the man frowned slightly, seeming a little uncomfortable with this scene.

As the number of people gradually increased, it was inevitable that she would bump into others while walking. Ning Zhiyan kept the crowds of people coming up to her side without leaving a trace, so that no one would push her.

The two of them walked and stopped, and as long as the woman's eyes stopped at a certain stall, the man would consciously come forward.

They bought two cute rabbit lanterns in front of a stall with few people. When passing by a stall making clay figurines, Aning paused involuntarily.

She stared at the lifelike clay figures and subconsciously raised her hand to tug on the man's sleeve.

Ning Zhiyan paused slightly and looked down at her, "What's wrong?"

The woman watched quietly, with a glimmer of light in her dark and empty eyes. After a while, she opened her mouth and said, "I want this."

Following her line of sight, Ning Zhiyan looked forward and saw a stall where people were making clay figurines. It was probably because everyone was rushing to the lanterns tonight, so the stall seemed particularly deserted.

Ning Zhiyan took her hand, walked to the stall, and said to the old man who was squeezing the clay figurine with his head down, "Old man, I want a clay figurine."

The old man was taking the last step of making the clay figurine and asked without looking up: "What kind of clay do you want to make?"

"He is like this." This time it was a female voice.

The old man raised his head and saw the woman's extremely beautiful face. He was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "It's you, little girl."

Her eyes noticed the man next to her again, and the old man continued: "Pinch this young man?"

Aning nodded, her long eyelashes twitching slightly, but what she was thinking about was what the old man said before. She asked, "Have I been here before?"

The old man took out a ball of mud from the bucket, looked at the man's features carefully, and began to make a preliminary outline. When he heard the woman's clear voice, he replied: "Yes, I have been here once, and the young man next to me has also been here. "

The little girl's appearance was so eye-catching, she looked like a fairy in the sky. In addition, there were two men of extraordinary temperament competing to pay for her, making it difficult for people to remember her.

Ning Zhiyan was somewhat impressed by what the old man said. He had been here three months ago.

He was also buying a clay figurine, but he was here to pay.

The old man's hands were very skillful, and a ball of mud seemed to be alive in his hands. He squeezed Ning Zhiyan so vividly that even the indifference between his eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same.

After paying the money, the old man handed the clay figurine to Aning. He smiled and said: "Just made a couple. I wish you two a happy marriage and a long life together."

Ning Zhiyan smiled slightly, his slender figure seemed to gradually blend with the night, and his eyes danced with the starlight from the lanterns, "Thank you, uncle."

The cold white fingertips gently wrapped around the cool and soft little hand, and the man led her towards the Shili Lantern.

Aning stared at the holding hands, feeling dazed for a while.

Lu Zhao was also in a daze. The lantern festival tonight was crowded with people, but he still caught sight of the thin blue figure at a glance.

Just when he was about to go up to say hello, he also saw Ning Zhiyan behind her. In an instant, he felt that the clouds in his heart turned from sunny to cloudy, and soon the wind and rain started to turn.

Dull pain in chest.

Then he pretty much followed the two of them.

He also stayed secretly for a while where they stayed, and quietly brought some of the things they bought.

It's just that the candied haws are too sour, the honey cake is too greasy, and the candied man is too fluffy... But the bunny lantern is quite cute.

If, if, if….

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

When he heard the blessings from the boss who made the clay figurine and looked at the backs of the two of them, Lu Zhao knew that he might not have a chance in this life.

The moonlight is lonely, and the shadows of people are getting thinner.

After Aning returned to the room, she held the clay figurine and looked at it carefully for a long time. Suddenly, she turned her head and her eyes fell on a black box in front of the dressing table.

She walked over, and the dancing candlelight flickered in front of her eyes. Something seemed to be coming out in her head, and her long eyelashes trembled.

The black box opened, and the clay figure inside seemed to look exactly like her.

Did she forget something?

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Even if he forgets Ning Zhiyan, Aning's subconscious will still be left to him, and he will unconsciously put his eyes on him, and unconsciously move closer to him.

Sometimes even she herself didn't understand why she was so involuntary, as if there was a bewitching attraction on his body that led him.

What puzzled her the most was that even though it was her first time here, everything here felt inexplicably familiar.

Ning Zhiyan was even more proficient in entering and exiting the courtyard, as if he had been there thousands of times.

Ning Zhiyan also treated her very well. He would comb her hair, accompany her on the streets, and patiently answer every question she asked. It was precisely because of this that she was a little suspicious.

Why should you be so nice to her?

And the guard named Yan San is very strange.

Even though he was obviously afraid of her, he pretended to be "I'm not afraid" and tried to get close to her.

During a chance conversation, she discovered something unusual. He seemed to know her.

But why did she have no impression of this person at all?

And whenever she thought deeply about it, her head would hurt so much that it would burst.

No matter how stupid she was, she noticed something unusual here. Ning Zhiyan couldn't find out the reason, so she could only go to Yan San.

At first, he hesitated for a long time but missed the point. Later, under her gaze, Yan San finally told her roughly what happened before.

Of course, he skipped the part where Aning injured him. After all, it wouldn't be good to talk about it in front of the person involved.

"Miss Aning, do you have any questions?"

Yan San was carrying the decoction and planned to send it to Ning Zhiyan, but he was stopped by Aning who appeared halfway in the corridor and insisted on telling him about the incident between her and her master.