The ghost king wants to walk the road of flowers

The cake on the dining table was coated with a layer of mint blue cream, and a circle of Rao Xuan's favorite fruit was placed on the cake, with "Happy 25th Birthday" written in chocolate sauce in the middle.

The appearance of the cake is not beautiful to be honest, and the cream is a little uneven, but it can be seen that the people who made it put a lot of thought into it.

Rong Nuo was sitting in front of the cake, writing a math paper.A simple question, the mind is not on it, even if you think about it repeatedly, you can't write the first step.He glanced at the time, it was 09:30 in the evening.

"Brother Rao Xuan hasn't come back yet?" Xue Mi changed into pajamas, tied an apple head, and put a mask on her face.

"Not yet." Rong Nuo said.

"Why don't you give him a call." Xuemi suggested.

The tip of the pen finally wrote a "solution" on the question paper, and Rong Nuo glanced at the still cell phone: "After calling a few times, his cell phone turned off, it should be out of battery."

Xuemi patted the mask with both hands, walked up to look at the mint blue cake for a long while, and asked softly, "Can I have a bite?"

Rong Nuo said, "Go away."

At 10:30 in the evening, after I came back from dyeing my hair, I wrote Chu Lai, who had been writing songs all night in the room, and came down from upstairs while stretching.He walked around the living room, found his wireless earphones, and muttered to himself with a smile on his face, "So it's here".He saw Rong Nuo still sitting in front of the cake: "Rong Nuo, don't you have to make up lessons tomorrow morning? Go to bed early."

Rong Nuo was flipping through a college entrance examination vocabulary book in his hand: "I still have vocabulary that I haven't memorized."

Chu Lai yawned big: "Then I'll go to sleep first, I'm so sleepy."

"Ah."

The living room was suddenly dark, Chu Lai turned off the light in the living room, leaving only one light in the dining room shining on Rong Nuo alone.

Rong Nuo raised his head and looked at the dark living room. In a trance, he saw the emptiness surging in the darkness, touching his heart.The entrance door was never opened.

Yanjiang Wharf, the last performance of the White Eagle is about to begin.Rao Xuan called to make an appointment early in the morning and chartered the entire boat.

After boarding the boat with Jianliu, Rao Xuan took off his hat and wig, took off the women's coat that bound him, threw it on a chair casually, and fanned the wind by pulling the collar: "It's so hot." The restrained wildness, was released again.

Jian Liu also took off the restraints on her body, and walked to the deck railing to breathe.

The actors on board are preparing for the performance, and the colorful lights shine on the retro decoration inside the ship, turning from left to right, and then from right to left, in a leisurely manner.Let those decorations that seem to come from the last century gradually show their heads, and then slowly fade away.The actors recognized the two distinguished guests on the boat tonight, and out of professionalism, they didn't dare to make too much noise.

Jian Liu leaned on the guardrail with both hands, looking at the Yanjiang River under the night.An ant crawled onto his hand, and he stretched out his finger to guide the ant back to the fence.Rescuing an ant looks like a Tang monk.

Rao Xuan came to his side: "The story I told this afternoon is actually true." He often spoke without beginning or end, making people puzzled.

"Which story?" Jian Liu asked.Perhaps it was because Rao Xuan had made up too many stories in one day, and now he suddenly brought up one, which made Jian Liu a little confused.

"The one who made a wish on the first snow day." Rao Xuan said, "Do you have any wishes? The day before the weather forecast says it will snow, you go to the bridge to watch, step on it at twelve o'clock in the morning, and then make a wish. Jiang Shen will I heard your wish."

Jian Liu took his words as half-true and half-false, and smiled slightly: "Okay, try it next time and see if it works."

The air returned to silence, and the two watched Jiang Jing quietly for a while.

"There is one thing I don't understand." The broken hair on Rao Xuan's forehead was blown by the river wind.

Jian Liu asked, "What's the matter?"

Rao Xuan hesitated for 2 minutes: "You obviously like me, why can't you throw away those complicated concerns and stay with me. Every step is a step?"

Jane stayed silent.The night shrouded his cold side face, the lights in the cabin dimmed, and his jaw line lost its brilliance and became blurred.

"If I were Rong Nuo's age, I might go to be with you regardless of everything." Jane's tone fell naturally, "But I'm not seventeen or eighteen years old after all, and I don't have the blood of my youth. So I understand, do you want to , and being able to do so are two different things.”

Rao Xuan didn't take it seriously: "If you don't try it, how will you know if it works?"

"Once you try something, you can't turn back." Jian Liu turned his head and looked at Rao Xuan's desolate face in the night, "I don't care whether I will die or grow old in the future, I will You can stay with you regardless of these things. But do you really like me?"

Rao Xuan's fingers tapping on the guardrail in boredom tightened and stopped.

"I don't know your true heart." Jian Liu said, "Maybe now you are influenced by that sympathy belt, thinking that you like me. Maybe I can use your short-term illusion to possess you. In the future, even if we break up the sympathy, You find that you never liked me at all, and I can bind you with the words you once said, so that you must keep your promise and stay with me until I am old, until I die.

"But if you do that, it's not loving you."

Jian Liu turned his head back to Jiang Jing, and the yellow light behind him shone out again, enveloping the lower half of his face gently.The wind blows very slowly, as slowly as Haiyou's dirge on the violin.Although Rao Xuan had never heard of it, Haiyoula played the mourning music.

"Some love can be selfish, but some love must be restrained." Jian Liu's words melted into the wind of the river, gently wafting in Rao Xuan's ears.

On the day of the first martial arts scene of "Sky and Moon", there was an intermission.Rao Xuan put on the emperor's dragon robe and played around, while his assistant was filming sideshows.Jian Liu looked at Rao Xuan smiling, and the camera in the assistant's hand turned to Jian Liu. Jian Liu immediately lowered his head, restraining his smile and his love.

His love has always been restrained.

When doing business properly as a CP, Jian Liu can have no scruples, occasionally saying something that fans like to hear, and doing some actions that fans want to see.But his feelings became real.These can no longer be done.Because he started to get scared.So even if you can't help it, you will know how to accept it at the right time.

It's just that Rao Xuan has lived in this world for so many years, and he never knew what restraint is.So he doesn't understand, and doesn't understand, these emotions that Jian Liu suppressed in his heart.

After a long time, Rao Xuan smiled and said: "There is no one else on this boat tonight, so if you want to be presumptuous, you can be presumptuous." He turned around and walked slowly back to the cabin, feeling very strange in his heart.Sour, numb.But it didn't move.Rao Xuan couldn't help thinking, do I really like him?My heart didn't move for him today. Could it be that I was really only influenced by him all this time?He's right to be concerned, I've never really liked him?

Maybe that's the truth.

As the ghost king of the underworld, how could he be emotional with people.Where in the world is there such a thing.Before, he was confused for a moment, his head was hot, and he almost missed his life. Fortunately, the concentric belt failed today, which made him soberly aware of his original intention.Rao Xuan felt fortunately, but still couldn't help laughing at himself.

The spotlights in the cabin dimmed, and the faint blue lights covered the walls.The lazy and romantic music slowly flows out from the phonograph, like a cotton that gently scratches their hearts.

On the stage, a man and a woman in the dresses of the Republic of China are dancing ballroom dancing.The man holds a bouquet of flowers in his hand and hands it to the woman.

A woman with a bouquet of flowers spun on the stage with one leg, and the red skirt rolled away layer by layer.

Jian Liu came in from the deck, and the woman jumped up and dragged Jian Liu to dance.

Jian Liu was going to refuse, but was invited many times by her, but he showed a gentleman's demeanor and danced with her.Although Jian Liu has been active as a singer in the entertainment industry, she has also been trained in dancing.At the beginning, I was not bad at learning, but now I can get on the table with my hands.

The woman handed the flower in Jian Liu's hand, and Jian Liu took it, cooperating with her movements tacitly.

Rao Xuan stood quietly watching under the stage, perhaps because he had never seen Jian Liu dance before, and found it strange, he watched it very carefully, for fear of missing every graceful dance step of Jian Liu.

The woman leads Jian Liu to do the next action, and Jian Liu should return the flowers to her next.

When the smooth dance steps reached here, Jian Liu suddenly stopped.He didn't return the flowers to the woman, he turned around, faced the audience, stretched out his hand, and sent the bunch of bright red roses in front of Rao Xuan.

The yellow light moved slowly from the right, gradually illuminating Jian Liu's smile: "Last time you said you were pleasing, so you should send flowers. How about this bouquet?"

This bouquet of roses was as red as a flame, burning Rao Xuan's eyes.His eyes were blank.The subtle sound was beating beside the ears, and the louder it became, the louder it was, like the beating of a drum.

what is this sound?

When raising his hand, Rao Xuan's arm trembled, rose into the air, and finally put his palm on his chest.

what happened?Rao Xuan suddenly became flustered, so flustered that he showed a bewildered expression.

Through the beating of his chest, he fiercely slammed into his chest again and again.It is beating more violently than when it is affected by the concentric belt.

It turned out that his own heartbeat was like this.Unaffected by anyone, completely belongs to his heartbeat.It seemed that this heart that had been laid out for thousands of years had finally come alive once.

Not only this heart, Rao Xuan also felt that he had truly lived again.

The light focused on them and freezes.There was no one else in the entire cabin, only the two of them.Jian Liu on the stage was shining all over her body.Feathers fell from the sky and fell on their shoulders.

Rao Xuan stared at Jian Liu in a daze, his peripheral vision fell on the clock on the wall.It was eleven o'clock, and there was still an hour before the day passed.

His heart beat for Jian Liu.Vigorously, vigorously beating.He has existed for more than 3000 years, and it is the first time that he has moved for a person.His nervousness, his flustered, crashing under the real heartbeat.His gaze didn't dare to stay on Jian Liu any longer, and drifted away.

After a long time of blank mind, Rao Xuan said to himself: Shi Fangxuan, it seems that you are really crazy.