withered prosperity

In Chaomu Pavilion, the son Zhan, who is praised by everyone, besides his extraordinary status, also relies on his friendly and amiable good temper towards everyone. Two-faced and three-handed, seeing his behavior, he couldn't help showing contempt.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhan, for your compassion." Yan Hai walked over and began to wrap Xingmang up again with the quilt. "You remember Xingmang in your heart, and it's a good intention to say goodbye to him, but Wanyulou is far away from my place, so you should leave earlier and return."

"Is Guanshi Yan trying to drive me away?"

"Why do you beat around the bush with him." Xingmang snorted coldly: "Anyway, this kind of place is not where your son Zhan should come, if someone sees it and spreads it, it will hurt us, so please go back earlier !"

"What did you say?" Yin Zhan turned to look at him, and said with deep meaning: "It's still that girl Jingchan from Tianfeng Tower can come in and out at will, I'm not a disciple of Chaomu Pavilion Are outsiders not allowed to come?"

Xingmang froze for a moment, then instinctively raised his head to look at Yan Hai.

"My lord misunderstood." Yan Hai paused while holding the quilt: "Ms. Jingchan and I..."

"I know you have admired Miss Jingchan for many years, but it's a pity that you haven't had the chance to get close to her. Although Xingmang's injury is not a good thing, it's still a chance." Yin Zhan interrupted him with a smile: "If you want to talk about this girl in Chaomu Pavilion , Miss Jingchan's heart is also first-class kindness, you are entrusted by her to take care of Xingmang, and you must do your best, I still want to thank you."

Yan Hai was about to refute, but in the blink of an eye, he saw Xingmang staring at him in a panic, and stopped talking in a flash of thought.

He does not speak, in the eyes of others, it is naturally the default meaning.

"Yan Hai, is what he said true? You have been so kind to me these past few days, is it because of that Jingchan?" After Xingmang asked, he shook his head: "No, you used to be very kind to me , not for this."

"Xingmang, you are the most promising disciple to enter the court, but anyone with a clear vision naturally wants to make friends with you." Yin Zhan smiled: "Anyway, you are so simple-minded, it doesn't take much to please you." What's up."

"Shut up, I'm not asking you!"

"I heard that Guanshi Yan used to be a celebrity in front of the pavilion master, and he was relegated to the lower court because of a mistake." Yin Zhan pretended not to hear it, and sighed: "Guanshi must be in the heart. I hope that one day I can go back to the Shangge in a prosperous way!"

Xingmang was stunned.

In fact, he was not ignorant of all the things about Yan Hai before, but in his opinion, Yan Hai was soft-tempered, and it was normal for him to be unable to stay in a place like Shangge, but it was more appropriate to stay here.But he is even more aware that everyone here has a longing for "Shangge", even he himself has been thinking about it before.Since he can do anything in order to go to the court, then Yan Hai...

"Yan Hai, you don't want to go with me, but you actually want to go to the court, right?" He bit his pale lips.

"Of course I have my reasons..." Yan Hai wanted to touch his head, but he turned his head away.

"Xingmang, take a good rest." Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Yin Zhan made a gesture of saying goodbye: "I'll come see you tomorrow."

Xingmang lowered his head and ignored him, but Yan Hai sent him outside all the way.

"Yan Hai, if this happens, our little Xingmang will probably hate you to death." Yin Zhan looked at him with a half-smile, "But don't hate me, since you can't go down the mountain with him, you better not Let him hold on to hope!"

"Then I would like to thank you, Young Master." Yan Hai replied flatly.

Young Master Zhan waved his hand and left in a good mood.

Yan Hai stood there for a while before returning to the courtyard.

Xingmang looked at him fixedly, as if he wanted to ask a lot.

But Yan Hai knew that this child wouldn't ask questions. Smart people are the same, they already have their own opinions in their minds, and any excuses will turn into rhetoric.

"I'll go down the mountain tomorrow." Sure enough, when it was time for dinner, Xingmang said to him, "I've also recovered a lot, so I don't have to take care of Manager Yan."

"You haven't recovered yet, so don't rush down the mountain." Yan Hai put a piece of fish into his bowl: "When the time comes, I will send you down the mountain."

After a pause, he said again: "If you feel uncomfortable, I'll go and squeeze with Xiaoran, and you can rest assured."

"No need." Xingmang lowered his head, but felt indescribably disappointed and uncomfortable.

If Yan Hai was wronged by Yin Zhan, why didn't he explain?But if he hadn't been wronged, he should have made a distinction?Or, in his heart, the current self is not worth even saying a few more words?

Finally, when he went to Yan Hai to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, the fish pieces in his bowl hadn't touched a single bite.

Although he didn't go down the mountain the next day, Xingmang managed to find Wang Taotao after three days.

During these three days, Yan Hai treated him as before, but he never said a single unnecessary word.

"What's wrong with this Young Master Li? Didn't he still call you back a few days ago?" Wang Taotao left after saying a few words on the scene, leaving someone to help pack the luggage. Qiu Zhe leaned beside him and asked Yan Hai: "I didn't even look at it. What did you do to be disliked?"

Yan Hai shook his head.

"There is no feast that lasts forever." Qiu Zhe saw that he was not in a good mood, so he comforted him in a general way: "Everyone has his own destiny, and which of these young masters at the foot of the mountain is not a dragon and phoenix, you don't have to spend too much thought gone."

"I asked you to send a letter to Fei Yuanjia for me last time..."

"The letter passed to me naturally, and he should have received it, but Wanzhou is not close to here, and the reply letter hasn't come yet!"

Yan Hai watched the servants bring out their things, so he didn't bother to thank him, and hurried up.

"Xingmang." He supported the child whose footsteps were a little limp: "I'll see you off."

"Do not……"

"No matter how much you hate me in your heart, you will only see me for a while." Yan Hai looked straight at him: "Let me take you down the mountain."

He has always been humble and calm, Xingmang has never seen him so stubborn, he was a little at a loss for a while, so he bent down and hugged him.

Sitting in the mule cart going down the mountain, Xingmang looked down at the hem of his clothes all the way.

He could feel that Yan Hai was looking at him all the time, and he felt that he should scold this person and tell him not to be so rude, but the words came to his lips but he couldn't get them out.

The one who was wronged was obviously himself, wasn't he?

He opened his mouth several times, but still nothing came out.

"The days to come are still long, no matter what you encounter, you have to think about the good." Yan Hai said to him first: "This road is long and long, you have to take care of yourself."

Xingmang felt his eyes sore, all kinds of grievances these days suddenly came to his head, he pinched his palm hard, and forcefully suppressed these emotions.

"I have Lao Yan to take care of things." He heard himself say bluntly: "After going down Qianqiu Mountain today, you and I are strangers, and you don't need to worry about me anymore."

He felt that not daring to look at Yan Hai was showing weakness, so he looked up.

Yan Hai looked a little strange.

"If you are a stranger, what does it matter where you are?" He looked a little confused: "As long as there is a gap in my heart, even if you and I are so close, don't we still look like strangers?"

Xingmang felt that he was going to say something amazing in the next moment, but finally heard him sigh softly.

In the silence all the way, the mule cart soon arrived at the mountain gate.

"Xingmang!" The door curtain was lifted from the outside, and an unexpected chill rushed in, making Xingmang shudder.

"I've met you, Young Master." Yan Hai turned sideways, blocking Xing Mang inside.

"Steward Yan." Yin Zhan glanced at him with a half-smile, "You really do your best."

Yan Hai followed suit with a smile, slowly got out of the car, and put down the curtain.

"It's very cold in the mountains, I'm afraid Xingmang won't be able to bear it." He explained, then stood in front of the car. "There is still a long way to go to the town. If the young master is sympathetic to Xingmang, why not say goodbye here, so as not to increase your sadness."

"I'm not feeling well! I don't want to say more!" Xingmang's voice came from inside the car: "Let's leave now!"

Yin Zhan, who was about to speak, twisted for a moment.

"That's all!" But he didn't say anything more, just sighed: "Xingmang, take care, we will meet again someday."

Xingmang didn't respond again.

Yan Hai bowed his hands to Yin Zhan to salute, and returned to the car. When the door curtain was lifted, revealing the starry pale and indifferent face, Yin Zhan's heart was really tugged.

Can't let those who bullied him feel better!

He was muttering to himself that others couldn't hear clearly, but the mule cart had already passed by.