my voice is poisonous

Going boating on the lake and eating wine, the commotion lasted past noon, and Wen Qinru remembered that the kite hadn't been flown yet.

With a wave of Shikawa's sleeves, the boat was sent back to the shore. Everyone got off the boat and took the kites. Taking advantage of the wind blowing up by Shikawa, they flew the kites again.

The demon named Ji Hanyuan kept looking at Shichuan from outside the barrier, his eyes were nostalgic and greedy.

The [-]-year-old Ren Canglan is pulling a magpie kite to compete with Wen Qinru's butterfly, who can fly higher, and Yan Qingjiang is still trying to send the bat kite to the sky just like them.

Wen Yu folded his hands and stood with Shichuan in the distance laughing and watching them play, he glanced back at the demon, and said in a low voice: "If the demon keeps it, it will be a disaster for you sooner or later."

Shibukawa turned around in surprise, and asked in surprise, "Mr. Wen?"

Although Wen Yu couldn't grasp the affairs of the fairy world, he could count one or two of the affairs of the queen of the earth, so she explained to him a little bit more: "You are an earth fairy, the three souls and the body are still present, and you have not entered the fairy class after consummation. , you still have a knot in your life, it is related to this demon. This demon is too obsessed, and sooner or later it will cause disaster."

Hearing the words, Shichuan lowered his eyes, tilted his head slightly to look back, but held back after a long pause.

That demon was born with a good-looking appearance, and had a bit of grace abruptly, like a business owner in the capital.He was eagerly looking forward to Shechuan's return, but after being greatly disappointed, there was a trace of resentment in his pale golden eyes.

*****

Everyone bid farewell to Shichuan and returned to the capital before sunset, the demon seemed to be quite afraid of Ren Canglan, and left before they left.

A group of people drove into the city in a carriage, and it was getting dark, so Ren Canglan yelled to have dinner at Zuixianlou.

After getting off the carriage, Ren Canglan pushed Wen Yu and Wen Qinru to the building to order food first, and he took Yan Qingjiang to the front bookstore to buy some books for him.

Wen Yu couldn't stop him, and didn't bother to talk to him, so he had to go into the building with Wen Qinru. Ren Canglan saw that his brother and sister disappeared in a flash, so he dragged Yan Qingjiang forward.

"Cang Lan," Yan Qingjiang was still persuading him until he was pushed into the bookstore, "You don't need to buy books with me. I haven't read many of Wen Yu's books."

"His books are different from mine." Ren Canglan vaguely said, he loosened Yan Qingjiang's cuffs, and went to the shopkeeper himself.

He walked to the checkout counter, glanced sideways at Yan Qingjiang, avoiding his sight, and raised his hand to beckon the shopkeeper to bring his head over. The two whispered for a while, and the thin headed shopkeeper smiled ambiguously and teasingly. Looking up at Yan Qingjiang, who was wandering casually by the bookshelf, his face slanted, he nodded, and he lifted the curtain and went to the back of the bookstore.

Ren Canglan put on a dignified look, walked up to Yan Qingjiang's side, and asked casually, "Which book do you like? You just choose, and I'll give it to you."

"I don't have any of these at home, and I don't know what to look at." Yan Qingjiang said with a shy smile, "I'd better ask Wen Yu about it."

Now he is full of Wen Yu but he doesn't know it, Ren Canglan curled his lips when he heard the words, rolled his eyes and didn't bother to speak, after a while, the shopkeeper came back with a small coarse cloth bag.

"Guest officer, the books you want." The shopkeeper smiled meaningfully and handed the small bag to Ren Canglan, winking and said, "These books are the treasures of the small shop."

Ren Canglan raised his hand to take the package, took some pieces of silver for him, weighed the small package to try the weight, and finally called Yan Qingjiang to go out together with satisfaction. Walk."

Ren Canglan carried the package all the way into the private room of the restaurant, seeing that the food was already on the table, he put the package beside the stool and called Yan Qingjiang to eat.

When they missed the meal, they were indeed hungry for a long time, so they saved the gossip and went straight to the meal first.

After eating and leaving the restaurant, it was already dark outside, and the few people parted ways with Ren Canglan, and then he remembered to pass the book that he had been carrying in his hand to Yan Qingjiang.

Wen Yu was about to ask what books he bought, but Ren Canglan said to Yan Qingjiang: "Wait for me if you don't understand, you can ask me."

As soon as he said that, Wen Yu didn't think about it any more, only thought that Ren Canglan wanted to show off his knowledge, and probably picked some books for Yan Qingjiang that he didn't see often in the past.

The carriage that Ren Canglan bought was still parked in front of the building, he flipped over and jumped onto a horse without sticking to one pattern, his feet were clamped, he let out a low "drive" lazily, and rode away on the horse.

Don't pass Ren Canglan, the brothers and sisters of the Wen family returned to the mansion together with Yan Qingjiang.The three of them were all very tired after playing outside for a day, so they all washed up early and went to bed.

*****

On the second day, without Ren Canglan's interruption, Wen Yu came back from Sitiantai and went into the house to continue carving his pear flower lantern.

Yan Qingjiang moved a stool and sat in front of him again, his eyes fixed on his movements for a moment, and when his eyes slowly passed from Wen Yu's hand,

After moving it to the face, it didn't move at all.

That piece of white jade, which was about to drop fat, was gradually carved into a lovely appearance by Wen Yu's hands: the five petals are half-open and half-closed, stacked on top of each other, and the stamens are gathered in the middle.

The stigma in the heart of the flower was carefully circled by Wen Yu, carving out a section of jade trough that could hold the lamp wick upward.

Yan Qingjiang didn't understand his intention, but felt that the circled and raised thing was very strange, although it was carved in the capital and it was not very conspicuous.

He wanted to ask, but was afraid of disturbing Wen Yu, so he pursed his lips and held it back for the time being, his eyelashes flickered, and his eyes kept turning back and forth on Deng and Wen Yu's faces.

By noon, the lamp was almost finished.

Wen Yu was not in a hurry, and told Yan Qingjiang to have lunch with Wen Qinru first. After a short nap, he went back to the room and carefully polished the lamp head.

Yan Qingjiang couldn't bear it anymore, pointed to the groove in Hua's heart and asked him: "What is this for?"

"Fix the wick." Wen Yu raised his head and said.

"But this wick can't just be inserted into the nail, why should it be tilted so high?" Yan Qingjiang didn't understand, and leaned over to look into another ordinary lamp on the table.

Wen Yu stopped, looked at him with a smile, and slowly slid his fingertips from top to bottom along the round edge of the petals, as if checking the degree of polishing. He rubbed his fingertips on the lamp wall and pointed to him: " This suet white jade is crystal clear and transparent, which is quite different from other materials. Not to mention that it is not very beautiful to put the nails in the lamp. I figured that if the wick is raised high, the flame will burn to the height of the top of the petals after being ignited. Looking from the outside, the wall of the lamp can reveal a part or two of fire light. The brightness is the brightest at the top of the petals, and gradually weakens down, until the bottom is still the original color of white jade. Such a clear layer, isn't it unique and beautiful? "

As soon as he said this, Yan Qingjiang's eyes fell on the wall of the lamp, and he thought about the scene of the lamp being turned on in his mind, and his eyebrows and eyes immediately curled up.

"Can I light it up now?" He looked quite expectant, Wen Yu nodded with a smile, lowered his head, touched the whole lamp carefully, and polished the rough parts, then got up to take a piece of soaked lamp. Comes with a wick of tung oil.

He passed the greasy wick out of the coiled jade trough, and erected it straight, and coiled the rest around the inner column of the flower center, and then swiped his fingers, adding some tung oil into the lamp, so that Picked up the flint and hit it a few times.

As soon as the spark landed on the wick, it was ignited, and the flame expanded little by little, and gradually raised the figure, igniting a cluster of flames as long as a little finger.

Yan Qingjiang lowered his body, lay down on the table, folded his hands under his chin, looked up, his eyes were full of joy.

The lamp was indeed as Wen Yu said, its color gradually became heavier from bottom to top.The three-point firelight from the white jade seemed to dye the top of the petals with a layer of warm orange, which melted away the inherent coldness of the jade.

He was very happy, the corners of his mouth were raised high, his eyelashes seemed reluctant to blink, and his eyes were fixed on the lamp body without moving.

Yan Qingjiang was so rare that he couldn't stop rubbing the lamp wall with his hands, and couldn't put it down, his lips parted slightly, as if he was so surprised that he couldn't even say words of praise.

"This light is so beautiful when it's lit." He looked up at Wen Yu, and couldn't stop saying back and forth, "It's so beautiful!"

Wen Yu was so tired that his wrists were almost dislocated and seemed to be in pain. Seeing how much he loved him, he immediately felt that the pain was nothing serious. He lowered his eyes to meet his gaze, then smiled and nodded: "It's fine if you like it." .”

"I like it." Yan Qingjiang said, he slid his palm down the lamp head, held the lamp holder and lifted it up carefully, sending it a little further in front of his eyes.

Yan Qingjiang knelt down again, the appearance of the lamp was reflected in his clear eyes, and his heart seemed to be lit with a cluster of fire, which was hot and warm.

Seeing his undisguised expression, Wen Yu thought about waiting for the Guqin to be finished, fearing that he would be a little more happy, and the corners of his mouth became softer.

He went to get the medicated oil and rubbed it on his wrists, rubbing his hands back and forth, then lowered his head and took a wet handkerchief to clean up the jade powder on the table.

It was still early outside the house, and it was still some time before sunset. He stood in front of the window with a plain coarse cloth coat on his shoulders, and the sunlight shone on his shoulders and neck through the window lattice.

Yan Qingjiang raised his head, and suddenly felt that he was like the pear flower lamp, with some warm orange light, he lowered his eyes to look at the lamp again, and then looked up at him after finishing.

He couldn't help reflecting the light and the person in his eyes, and his heart suddenly felt like it was hit by something, and a ripple swayed silently.

Yan Qingjiang's lips trembled slightly, and the ripples on his chest rippled out in circles, as if his heart was about to shake out.He couldn't help raising his hand to press on his heart, expressing a burst of depression that he couldn't vent.

He frowned slightly, blinked his eyelashes frequently, his eyes fell on the jade lamp, the appearance of the lamp was reflected in his eyes, but Wen Yu's figure appeared in his heart.

This is... what's going on?

He pinched his neck in panic and panted for a few breaths. Wen Yu was rubbing the jade chips into his palms and saving them. Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and saw Yan Qingjiang's expression was strange, so he quickly called out to him: "Qing... Yan Qing?"

Yan Qingjiang raised his head, his hands were still covering his chest, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water, and he was so flustered that he was at a loss, as if he could cry in the next moment.

"What's the matter?" Wen Yu made him so shocked that his expression changed immediately, and he walked around half of the table and squatted in front of him, looking up at him, his voice became hoarse, "Chest pain?"

"I...I..." Yan Qingjiang met his four eyes with drooping eyes, and found himself in his eyes. The ripples in his heart seemed to stop, and people became quiet, which is rare for him I couldn't say anything, so I faltered for a long time.

When Wen Yu was young, he also exchanged two medical books in Xishan. At this time, he was in a hurry to go to the doctor. Seeing that he could not speak, he wanted to quarrel. He also forgot that Yan Qingjiang was originally a half-immortal body, so he raised his hand in desperation Press and hold his left wrist to pinch the pulse.

He was desperately anxious, but Yan Qingjiang calmed down. He loosened the clothes on his chest with his left hand, stretched it out slowly, stretched his five fingers, and stroked Wen Yu's cheek.

The palms of his hands were covered with cold sweat, sticking to Wen Yu's face, immediately icy him back to his senses.

Wen Yu was so startled that he looked at him, only to see Yan Qingjiang's eyes were bewildered, completely at a loss, his lips trembled but his voice was drawn out, and he said in a erratic voice: "Wen Yu... I just saw you in the bottom of my heart..."

The author has something to say:

Wen Yu can pinch and count, but he can’t count everything in every detail. It would be quite boring to live in a state where there is no unknown at all. For example, let him figure out in advance what Ren Canglan gave Yan Qingjiang Book, how to play later?

You should be able to guess what was given, right?

Sure enough, writing emotional drama is the most terrible thing, I still can't write about love~