my voice is poisonous

After hearing Wen Yu's words, Ren Canglan stayed in Wen's residence.

After they had lunch together, Wen Yu went back to the house to carve jade lanterns, Yan Qingjiang followed him back, Ren Canglan followed Yan Qingjiang, and Wen Qinru was alone, holding a kite stick They went to Wen Yu's room in bits and pieces, and when there were more people, there was no scruples about "male and female kissing or not".

The four of them sat around a table, Wen Yu lowered his head to carve his suet white jade, and the other three glued their own kites.

Ren Canglan has practiced Taoism for more than 100 years in his life, and wandered around the world for more than [-] years. There is really nothing he can't do.

It doesn't count if he is fooling himself, and he can still point his head to Yan Qingjiang, but Yan Qingjiang's mind is not on the kite at all.

After Wen Yu polished the lamp holder, he took the chisel and began to jingle the lamp holder.

Yan Qingjiang's eyes were fixed on him, and there seemed to be a soft light in his eyes. His hands were slowly bending the bamboo strips, and he didn't even hear what Ren Canglan said clearly.

Ren Canglan pursed his lips slightly hesitantly, and followed him to look at Wen Yu.

The warm afternoon sun blew into the room through the half-open window, leaned over from Wen Yu's side, and sprinkled a large piece of golden yellow on his shoulders and neck, even the suet white jade seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder like.

Wen Yu was concentrating on moving his hands, and when he was dazzled by the light, he subconsciously turned his head to avoid it. No one in the room reacted. Only Yan Qingjiang suddenly put down the branch in his hand, got up lightly, and went to close the window first. , lifted the screen in the room again, moved it to the window little by little, covered the light in a hurry, and then turned to look at Wen Yu cautiously.

Seeing that he was finally not dazzled by the light, Yan Qingjiang pursed his lips, bent his eyebrows, and sat back on tiptoe, his eyes fell on Wen Yu again, and he froze again.

Wen Yu kept moving his hands, but raised his eyes, met his eyes, and smiled with his lips raised, Yan Qingjiang's eyebrows and eyes followed, and his lips curved into a smile too.

For a moment, there were actually nine words of "love and love, the years are quiet", and I gave Ren Canglan a heads-up.

Ren Canglan's eyes followed the two of them around, and the corners of his mouth twitched at this moment, feeling that their eyes were full of deep meaning, he frowned and thought for a moment, then turned his head again, but followed Wen Qinru and bit his ear .

"Your brother and Yan Qing, how long has it been?"

Wen Qinru was taken aback by his approaching lips suddenly, she blushed suddenly, subconsciously moved away a little distance, and turned her head to look at him in a daze: "Huh?"

"Oh what, silly girl." Ren Canglan didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, he raised his hand to hold Wen Qinru's head, and with some strength, forced her to turn her head to face Wen Yu and Yan Qingjiang, and whispered in her ear again Said, "How long have you two been getting along like this?"

Wen Qinru made him press his head more and more dazedly, blinked and replied truthfully: "It's always been like this."

When Ren Canglan heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched even more. He suppressed his voice and said persuasively, "Silly girl, don't you see anything wrong?"

"..." Wen Qinru, who is unmarried and has never experienced sexual intercourse, said in a daze, "Have you gotten closer recently?"

Ren Canglan: "..."

It's definitely not getting closer, is it, girl? !

Ren Canglan was speechless. He waited for Wen Yufu to lower his head again, lifted the stool and moved towards Yan Qingjiang, then whispered to Yan Qingjiang: "Is there gold on Wen Yu's face? Why do you keep looking at him?"

Yan Qingjiang was taken aback by his question, his eyes never left Wen Yu's eyes, and his answer was even more sincere, he put aside the point and only asked: "Why do you want to look at gold?"

Ren Canglan: "..."

Ren Canglan felt that the people in this room were all stupid, and couldn't help shaking his head in grief. He was about to mention him a few more words, his lips parted slightly, when he saw Yan Qingjiang standing up again, holding the kettle on the table, leaning forward He went to add water to the tea cup in Wen Yu's hand, and he seemed really considerate and virtuous.

Wen Qin continued to lower her head to tie her kite as usual, the bent bamboo branch has already set up the prototype of the butterfly, Yan Qingjiang went out with a teapot to heat the water, Ren Canglan's eyes could not stop turning left and right , His lungs ached from his stomach full of questions.

*****

At night, when the lamp was lit in the house, Wen Yu carved the jade for a day, and roughly chiseled out the pear blossom shape of the lamp head. He rubbed medicated oil on his wrists sorely, and massaged each other with his hands.

Yan Qingjiang wanted to help him and asked him to stop him, but he only smiled and pointed out to Yan Qingjiang how to put the bamboo frame together to look like a bat.

Wen Qinru painted her kite and put it aside to dry. She didn't stay in the house for long, and went outside to check if the paint on the kite was dry.

Ren Canglan looked inquiringly, holding hot tea in his hand and refusing to drink it. He saw that Wen Yu finished rubbing the medicated oil, cleaned his hands with a towel, and sat down to tie a kite for Yan Qingjiang. Yan Qingjiang couldn't stop him, so he sat next to him Next, hand him some odds and ends, staring straight at him, with a faint dimple in the corner of his mouth, the friendship in his eyes is really about to overflow without knowing it.

Ren Canglan's five sense organs were entangled with a toothache, he took a breath, and felt that he was really blind a few days ago, why didn't he notice it?

His master found a beautiful woman before renunciation of self-cultivation, and made such gestures in the house every day without knowing that there was no one around. In two or three months, the two of them decided to live forever, abandoning themselves and returning to vulgar life together. downhill.

Now his pair of friends, wouldn't it be the same?Ren Canglan thought about it secretly, put down the teacup and took his leave first, went back to his room, lifted the quilt and slept all night, only thinking about waiting and watching the next day.

*****

The next day, Wen Yu went to Sitiantai again early in the morning, and returned within half an hour, and everyone in the house had already woken up.

Wen Qinru prepared a lot of food, Wen Yu and Yan Qingjiang each carried a few food boxes, and Ren Canglan led a group of people to go boating on the lake.

Ren Canglan led the crowd out of the city, and called a carriage to wait outside the city, looking like he was about to go on a hike.

Wen Qinru has never traveled far since he came to the capital, and he is also very interested in taking Yan Qingjiang.Wen Yu let them be happy, so he readily agreed.

Ren Canglan gave the coachman some money, bought his carriage, and asked Wen Yu to drive with him. After running for about an hour, they turned to take a small road and deviated from the official road, all the way to the depths of the mountain.

From the end of spring to the beginning of summer, the scenery in the mountains is very beautiful, the trees are luxuriant, the birdsong is crisp and lively, and the red flowers and willows along the way really feast Yan Qingjiang's eyes.

He lifted the curtain and kept asking Wen Qinru curiously. Wen Qinru told him the name of flowers and trees one by one, and asked Wen Yu if he knew anyone.

"Do you still remember the poem I taught you? I said that I traveled in the late spring and early summer." Wen Yu was driving in front of him, and he did not forget to teach Yan Qingjiang his homework. All of a sudden, his voice was scattered by three points.

Hearing the sound, Yan Qingjiang pursed his lips and thought for a while, then answered him seriously: "Is it Bai Juyi's "Two Poems of Leisurely Touring Jiangguo in Late Spring and Early Summer"?"

"Yes." Wen Yu leisurely whipped the horse's buttocks to stop it from going astray, and said with a smile, "Can you recite it for me to hear?"

Ren Canglan already had the idea that they might have an affair yesterday, but today he felt that even this rather serious question and answer seemed to be flirting in public.He pursed his lips, put his hands into his wide cuffs, and closed his eyes to rest on the swaying carriage, not seeing what he saw.

Yan Qing Jiangqing coughed at the back of the car, and really began to recite poems. His voice was clear and pure, as if he was throwing a clear spring into a mountain stream, and it was perfect for this bright spring: "Let's go out and ride light clogs , Xu Xing walks on the soft sand. Watching the fish by the Penpu, watching the bamboo enter the Yang family..."

He recited a few lines, and Wen Qinru recalled that Wen Yu had taught him this poem, so he followed him in a low voice. The carriage bumped on the mountain road, and the bell under the horse's head kept shaking, "jingle jingle " accompanied by a high and low, bright and soft voice, even the spring was overwhelmed, Ren Canglan couldn't help opening his closed eyes.

"...The forest shoots through the fence, the vines fall into the water. The rain buries the small fishing boat, and the wind blows the wine flag slanting...Tenderly peel the green water chestnut, and fry the white tea buds. I don’t know if I stay in the city. The crow wants to live in the tree..."

The poem was quite long, and Yan Qingjiang broke it after reciting half of it, and the carriage was still swaying forward, Wen Yu smiled and said, "What's next?"

Yan Qingjiang thought about it but couldn't remember it, so he stopped abruptly, even distracting Wen Qinru's thoughts, and the two of them looked at each other in the carriage, biting the tip of their tongues, unable to speak.

Ren Canglan couldn't wait until the end, and suddenly burst into laughter. He followed the poem, but suddenly changed into a free and unrestrained style: "...the sun in the west is exhausted, and the heat in the south is slightly... ...The green ant cup is fragrant and tender, and the red silk is thick and fat. There is no such taste in the hometown, so why bother to think about returning."

"Yes!" Ren Canglan ended a poem, and Yan Qingjiang couldn't help laughing, and repeated the last sentence just as he finished, "Why bother thinking about returning home!"

Why bother thinking about returning home?After Ren Canglan's eyes turned to her side, she couldn't help but look back, thinking, if there are no such people and such scenes in the hometown, indeed, why bother thinking about returning?

*****

They played and played all the way, and when they passed through a forest, Ren Canglan asked Wen Yu to stop the carriage.

They let the horses graze on the spot, Wen Yu and Yan Qingjiang took the food box separately, Wen Qinru was holding a kite, Ren Canglan led the way, he raised his hand and brushed away the lush branches in front of him, and the sight that came into view head-on It is a large lake with sparkling green water.

The water is so beautiful that you can see the bottom of the lake from a distance.

"Wow!" Wen Qinru followed closely behind him, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Ren Canglan proudly walked out first. He stood on the broad shore, and after everyone had come out, he said, "I'll introduce another person to you."

After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, covered the surrounding area in a barrier, turned his head to the other side and called out: "Shichuan!"

Before he finished speaking, a cluster of moon-white brilliance rose from the center of the lake and fell on the blue lake with a little streamer. A young man

Walking out slowly from the colorful streamer, he stood by the river in plain clothes and robes.

A plain white ribbon on his head was blowing by the wind, and the hem of his clothes embroidered with silver-white water patterns fluttered in the wind. He was tall and tall, with an ethereal figure, and a pair of light-colored eyes seemed to be filled with warmth like spring.

"Little Immortal Shibukawa," the young man smiled softly, with a humble expression, folded his hands under his wide sleeves, stood by the lake, bowed and bowed in the distance, and said, "I've seen you all."

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A new character has appeared~ It is a very important character~ There will be another key character appearing in the next chapter~ In fact, there are not many characters in this article, but they are all important~

Ren Canglan who feels sorry for the abused dog for 2 minutes~