Castle Peak with rain

The author has something to say: the four protagonists and two pairs of CP (Minghua & Ceqin) have some basic character designs, all of them are male, and their names are shown in the text.Those who don't want to look at the character design first can skip it and go straight to the pit!

Wanhua: Literary and artistic subject, knowledgeable, polite, gentle and elegant, good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting; handsome in appearance, relatively thin in stature; melancholic and sentimental, so she often drinks her sorrows away, and she is happy without wine.The sound is like jade, very pleasant to hear.

Mingjiao: loyal dog (meow) Gong, tall, handsome, handsome.The skin is wheat-colored, and the whole person looks very western.He has an unrestrained temperament, both infatuated and righteous.Chivalrous and tender, chivalrous and courageous, heroic and dry.Be a leader.Hobbies: A certain literary (and a little tsundere) Wanhua.

Father Qin (Long Song): The son of a scholarly family and an official family, born out of a concubine, his mother was originally the daughter of a small official, born beautiful, smart, and unmatched in appearance and intelligence among his father's wives and concubines, so he is deeply loved Be pampered.Therefore, father Qin is also the most talented person among the brothers, and he has been extremely intelligent since he was a child.In order to protect him from family disputes, his mother insisted on sending him to the Changge Gate when he was young, not seeking fame and wealth, but hoping that he could improve himself throughout his life.A pair of peach blossom eyes are like spring water with sorrow.Hobbies: A certain day policy.

Tiance: ...There is really nothing to set up, in short, the three views are upright, handsome, brave and good at fighting so that (certain) people love.Just sauce.

Huang Zihong likes to drink very much.

He really likes to drink.

Although drinking and drinking well are not the same thing.

But wine can make him happy.

And he needs to be happy.

Often people would come up to him while he was drinking.

Maybe it's because he looks -- less defensive when he's drinking.

It's okay for girls.

Anyway, sooner or later he will be scared away by this drunk.

The problem is there is still man.

It gave him a headache.

How many is this?

How many men are there?

Huang Zihong didn't know whether to smile or frown.

Because this man looks pretty good.

But no matter how good it is, it's still a man!

And he could tell it wasn't the first time he'd seen him.

Very familiar.

At least in the past few days, they have met several times.

And every time at this tavern.

But he, Huang Zihong, is not, interested, interested, interested in other people's affairs.

So, this was the first time he looked at this man.

I have to look at it, because the other party has come to the table.

This hero, what is your business?

The opponent is very tall.

But it is not very suitable to be described as a strong man, more precisely "long".

"People from the Central Plains."

He did talk to him after all.

Also, since he came to the table by himself, it was strange enough not to say a word.

Three words, sure enough, this man is not from the Central Plains himself.

His hair was even wavy.

But the Central Plains dialect is quite neat.

"I invite you to drink, can you make friends with me?"

The man in front of him was holding a jug of wine and asked him.

Huang Zihong looked at him and the jug of wine in his hand almost expressionlessly.

If he wants to drink, he will buy it himself.

So why make friends?

"Why?" Huang Zihong asked.

"I, I first arrived in Central Plains, and my life is sparse. Is there a saying in Central Plains that says to rely on friends when you go out?"

Huang Zihong laughed.

Because it's kind of funny.

It is not a good habit to make friends casually.

What's more, in a place like a tavern where fish and dragons are mixed together.

But he is not an indifferent person who rejects people thousands of miles away.

As much as he might want to be like that, at least on the surface, he doesn't want to be noticed.

"Who is your Excellency?"

"Mingjiao, Gao Yunli."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Wanhua Huang Ziying."

Hearing this sentence, the man in front of him looked very happy.

Huang Zihong gestured for him to sit down.

A disciple of the Ming Cult named Gao Yunli filled Huang Zihong's wine glass, and then filled his own wine cup, and said, "Brother Huang, please."

Then he did his own.

Not to be outdone, Huang Ziyun picked up the wine cup and drank it down in one gulp.

"happy."

As Gao Yunli spoke, he brought the flagon over again and poured a full bottle for him and himself.

"What do you want me to help you with?" Huang Zihong asked straight to the point.

The other party just laughed and didn't answer him.

After a while, he said, "I just want to know your name."

So what if we know?

It's just a pronunciation.

He didn't even know which word it was or how it was written.

Huang Zihong suddenly felt dissatisfied.

He poured a little wine on the table, stretched out his index finger, dipped some wine, and wrote the word "翾" on the table.

Turning to the man, he said, "Yu."

The man nodded and said, "I see."

Then use the right hand to copy the word in the palm of his left hand.

I copied it several times.

Huang Zihong held the wine glass, recalling the name the man had just reported himself, what was it about.

Yunli?

Anyway, that's how it's pronounced.

"The cloud of the cloud, the separation of the cloud?" Huang Zihong asked.

The man shook his head.

But he didn't tell him the correct way to write it.

This is the rivers and lakes, and there are all kinds of people in the rivers and lakes.

All sects and sects teach each other and know each other.

Pass by each other every day, miss each other, and do not communicate with each other.

No regrets.

It doesn't matter.

Only wine is his faithful and unchanging trust of Huang Zirong.

It doesn't matter if he is a drunkard or a drunkard.

The whole world is awake and I am drunk alone.

What else can the world know.

He, Huang Zihong, was such an insignificant existence.

Drink as you want, drink as you want, and get drunk as you want.

Huang Zihong stared straight at the man in front of him.

Thinking about how to send him away.

However, the man showed no signs of leaving.

Huang Zihong frowned, stood up, turned around and left.

"Brother Huang!"

The man grabbed him.

"Where are you going?"

"Go back to the valley."

"Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers? I have admired its name for a long time, can I go together?"

"what ever."

Huang Zihong's voice was as cold as if it was covered with ice and snow, Yun Jin shook off the man's entanglement, and left.

It didn't take long to go from the tavern in Chang'an to Wanhua Valley.

Familiar with the road, but there is an extra oil bottle, which is somewhat uncomfortable.

In front of the Lingyun Ladder, Huang Zihong clasped his fists and said: "This is the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, Your Excellency, please do as you please, and I will take my farewell."

The corner of Gao Yun's mouth curled into a smile, watching Huang Zihong get up drunk, summon a roc, and throw him in front of the ladder.

When Huang Zihong fell from the sky, it was not his destination.

He thought about the destination for a long time.

In the huge Valley of Flowers, he didn't know where to go.

As a disciple of Wanhua, he lacks a sense of belonging.

There is nothing he can do about himself.

When he came to Flower Valley for the first time, he thought it was very big.

Big enough to make him impatient.

Now it was so small that it made him impatient.

He is often inexplicably unhappy.

But he seems to have nowhere to go except Huagu.

He fell from the sky to the ground, exhausted.

There are so-called scenic spots in the valley, even called a paradise, but he can't enjoy it like the world.

How sad.

He just feels tired.

A figure fell in front of him.

Gao Yun.

Huang Zihong laughed: "What are you doing with me?"

"I don't know the way," Gao Yunli shrugged, "I have to follow Brother Huang."

Huang Zihong sighed for a long time, and said, "Forget it."

To be honest, he couldn't hate it.To this handsome westerner in front of him.

Maybe he was alone for too long.

An extra tail would be nice too.

Huang Zihong staggered forward, but the man reached out to support him.

He raised his eyes.

Unknown emotions are reflected in the man's eyes, full of unknown temptation and sadness.

Huang Zihong lowered his eyes tiredly.

"Brother Gao."

This doesn't look like the name of a person from the Western Regions.

It should be taken for the Central Plains.

"You really," Huang Zihong laughed again, "you don't know why."

"Ah." Gao Yunli's voice was calm and inexplicable, "Yes. I don't know why, but I just can't leave you alone."

What do you mean?

Huang Zihong laughed out loud.

Is this sympathy?Or where does the sense of superiority come from?Self-satisfaction?

"Do you know how beautiful your voice is?"

The man in front of him said in a low voice.

"what?"

Huang Zihong really didn't know about this kind of thing, this was the first time he heard of it.

"Do you have... someone you like?" the man in front of him asked him.

Huang Zihong shook his head.

"Very good." Gao Yunli said.

"Where is it?" Huang Zihong asked casually absent-mindedly.

Gao Yunling answered irrelevantly: "You are also very pretty when you smile."

So Huang Zihong smiled at him very nicely.

"Yes, like this." Gao Yunli looked at him intently.

"Brother Gao, you misunderstood." Huang Zihong pushed hard, trying to push away the tall man in front of him.

How can there be such a person?

Are all Westerners like this?

He felt the difference in size.

He is not as good as Long Yang, and he has a habit of breaking sleeves.

Although until now, he has never liked any woman.

Wine is probably the only thing he likes.

"You are not happy, why?" Gao Yunli followed closely.

"Why am I unhappy?" Huang Zihong was puzzled, "Didn't you just say that I have a good smile?"

"It's not a contradiction."

"Is it better to be less self-righteous?" Huang Zihong retorted weakly.

"Happy people don't drink in pubs every day."

"Whispering, shut up, taverns are places to drink. What about you? Don't you also drink in taverns every day?" Huang Zihong raised an eyebrow.

Gao Yunli didn't speak, but Huang Zihong couldn't help feeling guilty with his firm eyes.

"You bastard, what on earth do you want!"

For Gao Yunli, this is a difficult question to answer.

So far, he has only acted on instinct.

He let go of Huang Zihong, drew out the double knives behind his back, and carved the word "Yun Li" stroke by stroke on the ground in front of him.

"Yun... 蓠..." Huang Zihong murmured, "Yun of Sunlight, 蓠 of Vanilla, such a beautiful name."

Huang Zihong had to admit that this name made him, a disciple of Ten Thousand Flowers, unable to ignore it.

Gao Yun's lips curled into a smile again.

Huang Zihong understood the meaning of his name.

It's really great, although he doesn't have much feeling for his own name, as long as Huang Zihong has feeling, he can't help but thank the person who chose this name for him.

"Since..." Huang Zihong said slowly, "You said you want to make friends with me, then you can't go back on your word."

Gao Yunli withdrew his two sabers and nodded.

Huang Zihong smiled with satisfaction.

Why not accept a person because of a name?

so be it.

From now on, this Western Region Mingjiao disciple named Gao Yunli is Huang Zihong's friend in the world.