Kuai Chuan is not a person

This way of meeting...is very unique.

Wen Xi blushed, and when others met, they used green plums to rely on a short wall, and rode a white horse to hang down a willow, and immediately looked at each other from the top of the wall. How did it become like this when it came to him and Chu Lan?

From a certain point of view, it can be regarded as a classic encounter scene.

He hurried downstairs, and Chu Lan saw the beauty rushing here. She was wearing an ordinary scholar's blue shirt, her black and glossy hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, and she was slender and tall, like the Fusu tree with branches and leaves outside his house. Jia Shu.

Zhanbiqiao, green bamboo and Yiyi, there are bandits and gentlemen, nothing can be cut like a knife, like a carve like a grinder.

Chu Lan suddenly remembered this poem.

Wen Xi stood less than a foot away from Chu Lan, and a blush light stamen suddenly protruded from his fair face, and the pink petals fell on the tip of Chu Lan's heart, scratching gently.

A pool of still water was stirred up and splashed a little.

Princess Pingle called in a low voice to her elder brother who was beside her with a face of bitterness and hatred, staring closely at him.

Chu Lan's tightly pursed lips loosened, and a slight smile evoked. He thought it was the ice breaking and the spring was born, but in fact, the corners of his mouth seemed to be curled up coldly, and Princess Pingle beside him was frightened. Taking a small step back, I don't know where my brother started the unknown fire.

The beauty may be scared away.

Unexpectedly, Wen Xi was not in a hurry, with a smile in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth softly curled up, and asked softly: "Young master, can you return the bamboo pole?"

The smile on Wen Xi's face was like a spring breeze blowing through willow branches, and she looked back at him quietly, waiting for him to speak.

Chu Lan stared at him without speaking.

If the Wenxi in the dream last night was strong and dangerous, then the current Wenxi is soft and deceitful, like his favorite green dumpling, glutinous and soft, sweet and delicate, ready to be rubbed.

He seems to like both of these.

Chu Lan stared at the person with his long, narrow and deep black eyes, but Wen Xi didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and let him look at her generously. After a long time, Chu Lan passed the bamboo pole in his hand.

"My name is Lin Ding, what's the name of this young master?" The familiar deep voice came to his ears, Wen Xi was in a daze, and moved out the identity he had made up in advance.

"Under the sun." Wen Xi took the bamboo pole, trying to pull it away from Chu Lan with a little force.

However, the bamboo pole was held tightly by Chu Lan. Wen Xi frowned and tugged hard, but couldn't pull it out.

Princess Pingle, who was watching beside Chu Lan, felt more and more strange as she watched, wondering whether the two of them could enter the bridal chamber by tying a red hydrangea ball to the bamboo pole.

Wen Xi raised his eyes to look at Chu Lan, his dewy eyes were covered with a layer of confusion, Chu Lan was carefully looking at his outstretched right hand, the joints were well defined, slender and fair, if these hands were holding a pen, writing It must be a beautiful article.

When he saw Wenxi looking at him, he reacted with a light cough, let go of the hand holding the bamboo pole, and glanced around, as if thinking of something in his heart.

Princess Pingle couldn't help worrying, wouldn't her brother want to take the beauty back to the house while there was no one around, right?

But Chu Lan opened his mouth: "Young Master, I feel sorry for disturbing you. Please go to the Zijin Building in front of you for a few drinks. Don't refuse."

This, this is the date?

If it was still in the modern world, Wen Xi almost thought that when they met Chu Lan for the first time, they said to him, "Let's go to the hotel in front of us and do it."

Sure enough, he was too impure.

Mr. Wenxi drove ten thousand carriages roaring past in his heart, but in the eyes of others, he looked jerky and introverted. He murmured, holding the bamboo pole tightly with one hand, and he was so cramped that he didn't know where to put it. , the roots of the ears were flushed, and the blush spread all the way to the cheeks.

Really soft and easy to bully.

Even Princess Pingle at the side sighed inwardly. Others were scared and panicked when they saw his brother. How could this scholar be shy?

Naturally, the sweetheart's invitation could not be let down, Wen Xi went back to the inn and asked the clerk to help put the bamboo pole back into the house, smoothed out the wrinkles on the clothes, and then went out again to the Zijin Building on the street with Chu Lan.

He stood on the right side of Chu Lan, lowered his head and did not speak. Princess Pingle was standing on the left side of Chu Lan wearing a thin veiled hat. She looked twelve or thirteen years old, but her thoughts were much deeper than other girls of the same age. She silently followed Chu Lan without saying a word, and at most others could only glimpse her sharp and delicate jaw.

In the eyes of outsiders, her brother is too violent, but in Chu Yue's heart, Chu Lan is a very gentle person. Although sometimes her brother's evil spirit will scare her, she understands him in her heart.

She remembered that when she was a child, Chu Lan liked to read books, write poems, and draw pictures. She was not interested in fists, sticks, swords and swords. Then he became this unsmiling look.

He hid his thoughts very deeply, even his father once said that he had deep thoughts and handled things calmly.

But all she knew was that since Chu Lan came back with great achievements in battle, the palace servants who had been secretly bullying her all wanted to please her and say "Princess Pingle" respectfully when they saw her.

The mother and concubine left early, and her natal family has also declined in recent years. The two of them were helpless in the palace, but now they have gained a firm foothold with the help of Chu Lan's hard work.

So she will support whatever brother wants to do, even if she wants to take this beauty back to the house, she should help knock him out with a stick.

The slender and well-behaved Princess Chu Yue is working hard to do ideological work for her conscience.

Chu Lan said it was a drink or two, but actually ordered a large table of dishes, and also served several plates of soft pastries, which were sweet, crispy, delicate and lovely.

Wen Xi sat next to him, glanced at him from the corner of the eye, and found that Chu Lan seemed to like eating cakes, especially the green dumplings, which were picked up with chopsticks, as if holding a small Wang Qingqing spring water.

Chu Lan noticed his eyes, poured wine for him, and said, "Every Spring Festival, people in Qiongdu eat this green ball. It's fragrant, sweet and soft. Try it."

Green... Youth League?

After Chu Lan finished speaking, he picked up another green ball and bit it down. Wen Xi, who was next to him in green, trembled slightly. Why did he feel that Chu Lan was biting the green ball as if he was himself?

He suddenly remembered that in the last world, everyone called the panda's papa Qingtuan, which was told by Chu Lan.

For a while, Chu Lan was obsessed with mobile phones. Every day, she held her mobile phone and put on headphones, not knowing what she was looking at, with a bewildered and loving smile on her face. Wen Xi was puzzled, so she checked his mobile phone openly, only to find that in his browsing history It's all about panda videos...

He also seriously shared with Wenxi that popular science pandas like to drink pots of milk, that adult pandas are very powerful, that the panda's papa is called Qingtuan, and other panda knowledge...

The beckoning cat was very angry. Chu Lan was addicted to sucking bears, so he didn't like him as a cat anymore!

In a fit of anger, he dyed the four short claws, eye sockets, and ears black on his body. He was already white, fat and fluffy, but when he moved, he ignored the orange spots on his body, just like a little panda!

Then Chu Lan happily indulged in sucking lucky cats.

"Mr. Wen...Wen Xi?" Chu Lan approached and woke up Wen Xi who was distracted.

Only then did Wenxi come to his senses, and nodded in response, Chu Lan smiled and said, "Mr. Wen is not from Qiongdu?"

Wen Xi nodded: "I came to Qiongdu to participate in Chunwei."

Chu Lan froze for a moment, and his smile became stronger. He could see Wenxi's slender and fragile neck under the collar of light green embroidered green bamboo from his angle, like a tiger accidentally bumping into a lost sheep. It was really soft and soft for him to eat, or there was a wolf with sharp claws hidden under the white sheepskin, which made him very interested.

There was a faint, biting scent of winter plums coming from Wen Xi's body, which was different from the general fragrance of flowers, more mellow and delicate, exactly the same as the agarwood wood bed in his house.

The breath was very light and unique.

He smelled it when the two were holding the bamboo pole in a stalemate.

When the truth is false, the falsehood is also true, Chu Lan sipped leisurely with a glass of wine, thinking to herself, it really wasn't a dream.

Chunwei is not far away, waiting for the sheep to enter the tiger's mouth.