Don't Forget Everything

Wen Ran and Song Yi were walking on the street, and the bustle and bustle of Biancheng was even more lively than usual because of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Lanterns of various colors have been hung all over the streets and alleys. Not only stores have hung all kinds of lanterns, but even street stalls have produced many strange styles, such as flowers, birds, fish and insects, paper-cut lanterns, each has its own fun.

Big incense tables for offering sacrifices to the moon have been set up at the entrances of the eastern and western cities. Moon cakes and various fruits and melons are indispensable. Red candles will be burned for three days, day and night, to worship the moon god and pray for blessings.

Candied haws are round and red, which is very suitable for the Mid-Autumn Festival. There are many people selling candied haws in the streets and alleys, which are very popular with children.

"Candied haws, three coins per bunch."

Wen Ran bought a bunch, turned around and handed it to Song Yilin, seeing him trembling with laughter.

"What's the matter? It's just candied haws, don't be so happy?"

Song Yilin took the candied haws and said with a smile: "If the little fat man asks you for three coins in the future, you can give him one penny."

"Huh?" How did this candied haws have something to do with Little Fatty?

"I snatched half a string of candied haws from him last time."

Wen Ran was taken aback: "Why are you bullying him?"

Song Yilin bit off a candied haws: "My tooth hurts from eating too much, I'm doing it for his own good."

Wen Ran wanted to laugh but felt angry, Song Yilin was just a big kid, so he just wanted to pamper him.

Song Yilin brought the candied haws to Wen Ran's mouth, and when Wen Ran took a bite off one, he asked, "Is it delicious?"

Wen Ran nodded. The icing was sweet and cool, and the crabapple fruit was sour and crisp. The taste was different from the one in Beijing, but it didn't prevent it from being as delicious.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is only two days away, and we don't have anything prepared at home. We also need to buy some moon worship rituals, paste some window grilles, and hang some beautiful lanterns. There are also moon cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus wine..." Song Yilin pulled Wen Ran went shopping in the market.

When the two saw the west house from the east house, they picked and bought some, not ceremonies, window grilles, lanterns, moon cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus wine, but Wen Ran's favorite things, the four treasures of the study, new cloth tailoring.

Song Yilin brought Wen Ran into Wuliu Qinzhai. He wanted to buy a piano for Wen Ran. Mr. Liu's piano was worth 300 taels of silver.

"Brother Song! Let's go. I can't afford this."

Song Yilin grinned: "Affordable, affordable."

"300 taels...the school hasn't been set up yet, there is a shortage of money everywhere, and a piano is not worth it."

Song Yilin stood at the door of Wuliu Qinzhai, Wen Ran held him still, and the two of them froze on the spot.

Song Yilin moved closer, and whispered to Wen Ran: "It's okay, just buy it, and pay for Wuwangzhai."

"you……!"

"Just treat it as my credit with Wei Shao."

Song Yilin thought about Mr. Liu's piano for a long, long time. He knew that Wen Ran was reluctant to buy 300 taels and would never buy it, so he never dared to mention it. Wen Ran took care of all his money, and the spare parts he saved from his fingers Pieces and pieces just save 300 taels in a lifetime, and he originally wanted to find a better time to coax Wen Ran to accept the piano, but he can't wait now, what time, if the time is right, he will never wait Woolen cloth? !

Wen Ran's face darkened, he didn't know what Song Yilin was making a fuss about, and why he suddenly had to play with his temper on a whim.

"Let's go buy some mooncakes, let's go home." Wen Ran tugged at Song Yilin's hand, "I'll buy you Fushanlou's soy elbow, okay?"

"Buy it." Song Yilin smiled, and still wanted to buy the piano.

"Brother Song, go home." Wen Ran's voice cooled down, no longer meant to coax Song Yilin.

Song Yilin didn't move.

Wen Ran withdrew his hand, turned around and left.

Song Yilin glanced at Qinzhai, and couldn't help sighing, he made Wenran angry.

Song Yilin hurried to catch up, and after a long while, she couldn't think of what to say.He must have spoiled his brain by eating candied haws.

"Wen Ran, I was wrong." Saying anything is better than admitting your mistakes sincerely!

Wen Ran held his breath and didn't respond.

Song Yilin saw that his complexion was not good, and there was no sign of easing up. Didn't she buy Qin?

Song Yilin grabbed Wen Ran and walked into the alley, avoiding the passing of people.

"I was wrong. I won't play the violin again. Don't be angry, okay?"

Wen Ran sighed: "It's not about Qin, it's about you."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Brother Song, why do you have to buy all these things for nothing? You don't need pens, ink, paper and inkstones for the Mid-Autumn Festival? And why do you want that piano?"

Song Yilin never held back his thoughts in front of Wen Ran. The two had known each other for less than a month, and Song Yilin dared to tell Wen Ran that he liked him and wanted to take him away, bluntly leaving no room for Wen Ran, but Wen Ran was not like that Impressed by him?

Wen Ran doesn't like Song Yilin's current appearance, who obviously has something to say, but still laughs and talks about other things.

Song Yilin was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Ever since he knew that Wen Ran had received the invitation to the Qionglin Banquet, Song Yilin had been feeling uncomfortable. No, it should be said that earlier, when Qin Tang came, he was faintly afraid that Wen Ran would leave.

"Go home. Let's go home and talk."

The two had nothing to say all the way, and when they got home they sat down face to face, Song Yilin was still silent.He thought about it all the way, but he didn't know what to say, he only knew that he didn't want Wen Ran to pay attention to those things, Qin Tang's matter, Wu Wang Zhai's matter, whether it was Qionglin Banquet, An Xun, or even Elder Wen. Ignore all the family letters, just treat those things as having nothing to do with Wen Ran.

When Wen Ran asked him what it felt like to take revenge, Song Yilin was startled, he couldn't help being afraid, he didn't want Wen Ran to take revenge, he shouldn't even think about it.But he couldn't say it, if someone stopped him from taking revenge back then, he would have cut his life apart.

"Brother Song, what's the matter with you?"

"...Can you just pretend that you don't know about those things and leave them alone?"

"You mean An Xun?" Wen Ran smiled slightly, "I don't know him, and I don't want to take the imperial examination."

Wen Ran looked at Song Yilin's frown, and seemed to be very disturbed. How could he be so stupid, thinking that he would want to go to the scientific examination just because of someone's words?

"No, it's not just this, it's also the Qionglin Banquet. You are planning to go, right?"

What Song Yilin said was not a question, Wen Ran was taken aback, he was indeed thinking about going, it should be said that after Song Yilin told him about the Fan Mansion, he didn't think about it anymore.He didn't want to see Guo Boyan, but he didn't like to be a turtle. Could it be that he couldn't be bothered if he couldn't see it?Deception is nothing but self-deception.

He still hated it, he wanted to question Guo Boyan, why did he want to harm the Wen family and his father, as the censor Zhongcheng, he didn't advise loyal words, but was cunning and sycophantic, did the book read into the dog's stomach? !

"... Qionglin Banquet, I just want to go and have a look."

Song Yilin held Wen Ran's hand, believing that his hands were an unbreakable chain that could tie Wen Ran to him and never leave him: "Those things have nothing to do with us, why don't we go?"

Seeing that Wen Ran had nothing to say, Song Yilin continued: "With the help of Young Master Wei in Xuzhou's case, the truth will not be too far away. Qin Tang and Dali Temple have both explained. Perhaps the Qionglin Banquet in Fan's Mansion has nothing to do with the case. Besides, Xuanjian Villa is a sect of Jianghu, and has nothing to do with us. We can leave this kind of matter to Wei Shao. Since you have never thought about the scientific examination, you don’t have to care about An Xun’s words. In the letter of Elder Wen Don't you also say, just do what you want?"

This time Wen Ran understood, Song Yilin was afraid that he would get involved in the matter.At the beginning when he decided to leave the capital, he just wanted to escape, why can't he help but think about it now?

Song Yilin wanted to buy him a piano, because she wanted to pull him out of those messy things, and let him be a writer who didn't care about worldly affairs.

Wen Ran felt sore in his heart, as if he had bitten a crabapple fruit that had broken his heart.

"Brother Song, I won't go back to the capital." Wen Ran held Song Yilin back and paused, "But I can't pretend that I don't know anything."

Song Yilin bowed his head and sighed for a long time. He knew that Wen Ran couldn't turn a blind eye and listen to it. He couldn't do it. Otherwise, when something happened to Wen Yuanchang, he wouldn't be able to kneel in front of the Dali Temple, nor would he be so sad and broke down. .It is heartbreaking for Wen Ran to run away from home, but Wen Lao and Wen Yuanqiao are still his relatives, and he will not ignore them.

When Guo Boyan returned to his hometown, Wen Ran kept suppressing the accumulated hatred in his heart. It wasn't that he didn't want to explode, but he couldn't find a way out. He probably endured it all the time in order not to hurt Song Yilin and Wuwangzhai.

"Wen Ran..."

Wen Ran stood up and hugged Song Yilin, not trying to coax him, on the contrary, Wen Ran needs Song Yilin, just like swimming fish need lakes, flying birds need branches, Song Yilin is his shelter.

"Brother Song, I'm not going anywhere."

"Then...will you still go to Wuwangzhai?"

Wen Ran laughed: "No, you let Shao Wei come to see me."

Song Yilin's face collapsed, and she buried herself in Wenran's arms. She felt that Wenran was too thin. He seemed to be able to bend Wenran's waist with a single effort, but he wanted to hug Wenran very tightly, so tightly that she could embed her in the hug. In my own heart.

Song Yilin still accompanied Wen Ran to Wuwangzhai, and invited Wei Chuyue to come to his house. Song Yilin didn't dare, but rather disliked him. If he disliked Wei Shao, he would definitely dislike his small courtyard.

Wei Chuyue was used to arrogance, extravagance, and licentiousness, how could he understand his desire to support Wenran.

When Shi Jin was holding the lamp, Wuwangzhai seemed to have just woken up and gradually became lively, while Chao Yunlou was still deserted as always.

Song Yilin led Wen Ran to Chao Yun Building, keeping a close eye on the surroundings. Who knows if Han Muchuan will suddenly appear again?

"Brother Song, what's the matter?" Wen Ran felt that Song Yilin was holding his hand tighter, and kept looking around.

"Well, it's nothing. There may be other people in Chao Yunlou recently."

Wen Ran doesn't quite understand, Song Yilin shouldn't be nervous if there are other people, isn't it all Wuwangzhai's own people who can enter Chaoyun Tower?

Song Yilin didn't know how to explain to Wen Ran, but Wei Chuyue said that Han Muchuan had nothing to do with Wuwangzhai.But it doesn't sound like it's okay at all. I don't know what the two masters and apprentices are doing. There are so many masters Wei Chuyue, but none of them has ever entered Chaoyun Tower.

Just as she was thinking, Song Yilin saw Han Muchuan, standing in the corridor, just in front of the main hall, looking at him and Wen Ran.

It seems that Han Muchuan wouldn't do anything if he wasn't flying over the roof.

Before Song Yi approached, she cupped her fists to Han Muchuan: "Young Master Han." Han Muchuan said that he was not a hero, and Song Yilin could only play freely.

Wen Ran saw that Song Yilin was respectful to that person, and the address was quite alienated. He thought he was not from Wuwangzhai, so he also bowed.

"Mr. Han, is Shao Wei here?"

"inside."

Han Muchuan answered simply, and Song Yilin didn't have anything to say to him, so he pulled Wen Ran and went in.

Han Muchuan stared blankly at the backs of the two entering the room, and stood up as a door god again.

When they came, they were holding hands like this.

Han Muchuan also held Wei Chuyue's hand, but it didn't seem to be like this.

Jiuque Hall is located on the snowy field in the northwest. To enter the mountain gate, you have to climb the mountain and go through the cableway. It is very difficult to get in and out.When Han Muchuan took Wei Chuyue there for the first time, he was afraid of losing Wei Chuyue in the snowy sky, so he led Wei Chuyue all the way.The cableway was frozen by ice and snow, making it difficult for ordinary people to stand still, so Han Muchuan carried Wei Chuyue on his back...

Han Muchuan looked down at the palms of his hands, lost in thought.