Chun Feng Du Jian

If the disciples he had accepted let it out, Su Youfeng was driven to the shelves, and he could only knock out his teeth and swallow his blood. He accepted Wen Heng's request and temporarily lived in the small courtyard.

It was rare for Xue Qinglan to be awake all day, and she felt tired only at night. After taking a bath, she went back to her room to rest and go to bed.It's just that although he was very sleepy, he didn't sleep very deeply. Not long after, he vaguely heard the door knocking, the candles were extinguished one by one, and then walked towards the bed with light, almost silent steps. .Xue Qinglan was startled instinctively in her sleep. Just as she was about to open her eyes, she suddenly smelled a bit of the familiar green bamboo fragrance——Wen Heng hadn't arrived yet, but the breath came first, and instantly smoothed his blown hair.

Xue Qinglan had asked him several times before that Wen Heng never smoked incense, nor did he have the habit of wearing pouches, but he didn't know why there was always a faint fragrance on his body.Strictly speaking, it can't be called "fragrance", it's more like the scent of grass and trees blown by the wind through a large bamboo forest, and Wen Heng can't smell it himself, and no one else has ever mentioned it. It seems that Xue Qinglan is the only one in the world who can feel this smell. People are better than eyes.

The green gauze bed curtain was opened and then dropped down, the outer bed sank slightly, and a warm and dry palm was placed on his forehead. Xue Qinglan relaxed her mind, closed her eyes very consciously, turned over, and rolled into his arms.

"Not asleep yet?" Wen Heng lay beside him, brushing his long sleepy hair aside, speaking in a low and slow voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No." Xue Qinglan felt a bit of the coolness of the night breeze from the cuffs of his shirt, so he asked in a daze, half asleep, "What happened?"

Wen Heng smiled lowly and said, "You know again?"

Xue Qinglan half-closed his eyes sleepily, and naturally stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist: "Well. You hide outside and secretly blow the wind, because you have something on your mind, and you can't figure it out."

"I was thinking about what Feng Baoyi wanted to do, but after much deliberation, I felt that such a guess would be too silly, why not ask him directly when we meet." Wen Heng bowed his head and kissed him between the eyebrows, coaxing, "Okay It's time for you to sleep, if you have anything to say, we'll talk about it tomorrow when you get up, huh?"

When he was not there, Xue Qinglan couldn't sleep well no matter what, now she only spoke three and a half sentences, Xue Qinglan was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, she fell asleep in his arms.

Wen Heng could barely see his blurred outline with a little light. He was used to being an upright gentleman. He had slept with Xue Qinglan in his arms for countless times and never had any evil thoughts. But at this moment, there was a sudden movement in his heart, as if there was a small hole in his chest. A cluster of flames burned for no reason.

Perhaps the change of identity requires a process of adaptation. From exchanging hearts to the present, Wen Heng realized belatedly that his sleeping sweetheart was in his arms. After piercing the window paper, Xue Qinglan's breathing, expression, Movements, body temperature, touch... Every ordinary place suddenly has an extraordinary meaning, like many thin and flexible threads, climbing up in the boundless night, entangled his love, hatred, hatred, and ignorance, and also affected his love. Boundless desire.

Wen Heng's altar was suddenly struck by lightning.He has been steady for so many years, all the intense emotions he owed surged back at this moment, his whole body was choked by the "love/love taste", he froze in place, and even showed a little bit of embarrassment that is rarely seen .

His ears were filled with humming and an astonishingly heavy heartbeat, he subconsciously relaxed his arm strength, moved back, and carefully opened the distance between the two.However, under the agitation of his mind, he forgot that when Xue Qinglan's body was cold at night, he would subconsciously approach the heat source in his sleep, and when he felt him backing away, he took the initiative to rub him forward. With such a move and rub, the posture of the two of them changed slightly , just hit the most unavoidable position.

Now Wen Heng didn't dare to move at all.

A look of patience appeared on his face, he closed his eyes and silently counted dozens of heartbeats, hugged Xue Qinglan tightly again almost in the mood of dying, buried his head in his hair, and sighed almost inaudibly.

"...you."

With the joint efforts of Su Youfeng and Wen Heng, Xue Qinglan's internal injuries had already healed seventy-eight out of ten in just four or five days.His internal energy background is mixed, first he was taught by Xue Ci, and then Wen Heng taught him the "Tianhe Baojuan". Unfortunately, Wen Heng himself was unable to practice internal energy at that time. Huohou; later he joined the Hanging Star Sect, switched to sword techniques, and also learned some Kung Fu from the Hanging Star School. Usually, the three schools of kung fu can be used together to deal with it, but when it comes to masters fighting for their lives, it shows the disadvantage of his internal strength .This time, taking advantage of his healing opportunity, Wen Heng took him to reorganize the "Tianhe Baojuan", and Su Youfeng occasionally gave a few words of advice. Take it to the next level.

Wuning City is neither big nor small, and it is quite a lively place. It is used to traveling and wandering. Apart from helping to heal injuries, there is no one to see all day long.When Xue Qinglan heard that Heng mentioned his master earlier, his tone was not too serious, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that the old man was so out of touch.That day, he hadn't seen Su Youfeng since he got up in the morning, so he asked casually, but Wen Heng got it wrong and said with a smile, "Why, you want to go out to play too?"

Xue Qinglan laughed: "I'm not a child, I think about playing all day long."

Wen Heng was sitting there silently writing his thoughts, and he stopped writing and sighed: "You, you just looked like a child when we first met, and you made yourself so mature at a young age—what's wrong with being a child?"

"Carefree" is actually a kind of great luck. Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan are obviously not included in this list, but Xue Qinglan has the mentality of "I don't have it, and I don't force it", but Wen Heng always has a little regret. He took A Que with him well, even if he lived a life of wandering in the future, it was better than letting him grow up alone and painfully in Yisu Mountain, under Xue Ci's hands.

Xue Qinglan put down the sword manual in her hand, got up and hugged Wen Heng from behind, her long black hair hanging down from her temples, falling on Wen Heng's shoulder.There was a smile in his voice, and there was also a faint sigh: "Brother Heng, I treat you as my sweetheart, and you still treat me like a child, isn't it good?"

Wen Heng: "..."

This statement is true, Xue Qinglan is not just ignorant now, if he really understood the distracting thoughts in Wen Heng's mind, he would never dare to tease him like this,

Wen Heng only needs to turn his head to kiss the corner of his smiling lips, but thinking about the torment every day and night, he didn't dare to get too close to him, so he restrained himself for a moment, then let him go and said: "Let's It’s been nearly half a month since I’ve been here, and I haven’t walked around the city yet, your injury is recovering, and you’re not afraid to go out now, I’ll take you to join in the fun some other day, okay?”

Xue Qinglan is actually very quiet and doesn't like to get into crowds, but since Wen Heng opened his mouth, he will never refuse: "Okay, what's the excitement?"

Wen Heng heard the pharmacy clerks talking together when he was picking up the medicine the day before yesterday, and he knew that there would be a "Fenghe Lantern Festival" in Wuning City tomorrow night. There are many local maple trees. In my spare time, I go out to play with my family.Young men and women swim hand in hand, or send love to each other, write poems on the red leaves and put them in river lanterns to make them drift along the water. Whoever gets the red leaves will form an elegant and romantic fate.

There is no need to rely on his fate, he has already firmly grasped it in his hands, but the lantern maple leaves and star river water must still be beautiful scenery worth seeing, right?

"Tomorrow you'll find out."

At night the next day, the street market along the river was indeed very lively. Thousands of lanterns drifted by the water, like the Milky Way in the world. Maple trees were planted all over the banks, and red leaves fell one after another. , gorgeous beyond words.There was laughter and laughter everywhere, Xue Qinglan stood at the bridge head, glanced casually, and saw the river lanterns under the bridge floating in the water waves, and the ink marks on the red leaves were faint, writing "Who would have expected two loves, when will they teach each other?"①

"What did you see?" Wen Heng saw him staring at the river in a daze, so he stretched out his hand and poked him lightly on the side of the face, "So fascinated, do you want to put one yourself?"

Xue Qinglan recovered, held his hand in his palm, shook his head and said, "No need."

"The first time I saw lanterns was when you took me down the mountain on the New Year's Eve and went to Zhanchuan City to see Lantern Festival lanterns. Later... in the two years after I came out of Yisu Mountain, there were also lanterns in the city near Luwei Mountain in Muzhou. I go down the mountain every year to wait for the Lantern Festival, but I dare not go into the city every year. I can see a little light on the mountain outside the city, so it should be very lively."

Wen Heng's heart seemed to be twisted by someone, and there was a tender and tingling pain. He stroked Xue Qinglan's fingers and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you go in?"

Xue Qinglan smiled, and replied lightly, "Because I always think that the lantern festival is more interesting when I watch it with you."

And looking at the lights alone, the more beautiful and prosperous it is, the more it is like a dream that cannot be woken up. The long street goes from beginning to end, but no one is waiting for him in the dimly lit place.

Fortunately, he wandered around for many years, and tonight finally came to fruition. The old dream of Shangyuan was sealed up by him, and a new dream is slowly unfolding before his eyes——

Just when a gust of night wind blows across the river, thousands of red leaves are flying all over the sky, which is so beautiful that it cannot be seen in the world, the crowd suddenly burst into exclamation and admiration.Wen Heng picked up a red leaf from mid-air, handed it to Xue Qinglan, and said: "Since you're here, just go to the village and do as the Romans do, and write a poem."

Xue Qinglan inexplicably remembered the time when he bought a lantern for himself back then, and couldn't help laughing. He felt that if Wen Heng had younger siblings or his own children, he must be the kind who dotes on children and thinks that "there are other children, and my family must have them." Parents who carry out this sentence to the end.

He took the red leaf, borrowed a pen from the stall at the bridgehead, and asked Wen Heng, "What do you write?"

"Hongye expresses love, you can write whoever you have in mind." Wen Heng paused for a moment, then remembered something, lowered his voice and whispered into his ear to warn, "You are not allowed to write about life and death, even Sauvignon Blanc."

Xue Qinglan laughed so hard that his hands were shaking, and almost threw his ink ideas on the bridge railing. The indulgence in Wen Heng's eyes overflowed and drowned people, but he scolded: "Don't laugh, write me love poems, you are serious. point."

Xue Qinglan thought for a moment, then wrote a few sentences, turned around and handed the pen back to the stall owner, thanking him.The stall owner was a seller of lotus lanterns. Seeing him holding red leaves, he greeted him warmly: "Young master, let's buy a lamp by the way. The lamp is bright and strong, and can float on the water for a month. The red leaves of your son Put it in, and it is guaranteed to be delivered to someone who is destined!"

Before the words finished, the red leaf was snatched away by Wen Heng. Xue Qinglan and the vendor turned their heads to look at him, only to hear him say solemnly: "Thank you, but there is no need, his fate has already been determined."

Stall owner: "...huh?"

Xue Qinglan really couldn't afford to lose this person, so she held back a smile and pulled Wen Heng to the other side.

Once the hands of the two held hands, it was as if they were stuck together, and they were unwilling to separate no matter what.If it was in broad daylight, the two of them would not be so obsessed with each other even if they didn't care about the sideways glances of others; but tonight is a grand event comparable to Qixi Festival, and all feelings are gently accommodated by the night, and even the most secret thoughts can be revealed and written in the On the red leaves, no one cares whether the two people next to them are holding hands.

Wen Heng walked to the bright place and looked at the red leaves in his hand through the light, and saw two neat lines of small script, which read "There is no limit to the people in the world, I am the king alone". ②

"I haven't read many poems. This is a folk song in Mingzhou. The whole poem is just this sentence, 'No matter what, there is no limit to the people in the world, and the only one is the king'." Xue Qinglan heard of the cool breeze by the water in late autumn. Heng leaned against him, using his shoulders to block the wind, looked at the vast sky, and said in a daze, "I didn't know much about these things at the time, and I didn't know my own mind, but when I heard this ballad, I would think of it." you."

There are countless people in the world, but there is always only one person who can affect his mind.

"So Brother Heng, don't feel too bad for me," Xue Qinglan said, "All sentient beings, I am the only one who got you. Isn't that lucky?"

Even though we have experienced parting, we can meet again after every parting. Thinking about it this way, those days of hiding alone in the dark don't seem so hard to endure.

Xue Qinglan didn't suffer from the past, but Wen Heng couldn't help but feel distressed, but since he said so, Wen Heng followed his words and said "yes".He stroked Xue Qinglan's long hair, and said without blushing: "From now on, I will be Mr. Xue's man. If Mr. Xue doesn't tell me to love you, then you should love me more."

"Sometimes I really don't understand," Xue Qinglan wondered, "You always say I'm acting like a baby, but why are you so proficient in acting like a baby?"

Wen Heng: "..."

He was defeated by Xue Qinglan's teasing smile, and using his figure to cover it, he bent down and kissed him tenderly on the lips, and said softly against his temple: "Idiot, because I can't help it."

Numerous lanterns are floating and sinking, drifting to the distance with an inch of loyalty, but his one went down the water, crossed a long time, crossed thousands of mountains, and turbulent waves before finally docking at the shore and returning to the original shock. A glimpse of it.

"By the way," Wen Heng took out a palm-sized Yuebai kit from his bosom, and waved it in front of his eyes, "This is Hongye's return gift, open it and have a look?"

Xue Qinglan originally thought that Hongye's poem was written on a whim, but Wen Heng had a second hand. The kit was quite valuable. He unwrapped the string, and couldn't help laughing when he saw what was inside.

The silver is cast in the shape of a bamboo joint, with a frosted surface, and a piece of clear sapphire inlaid in the middle. It is simple and unadorned, with few carvings, but it fits Xue Qinglan's thin and slender hands very well. It is the pair of white jade, red coral and silver on his wrist. Bracelets are different and look good.I don't know how much Wen Heng spent to find such a pair of treasures, but it can only be said that they are worthy of being a noble son who grew up among the beautiful and beautiful flowers. His vision is far beyond ordinary people, and there is nothing unsightly in his hands.

"How do you..."

Wen Heng helped him take off the old silver bracelet on his wrist, and said: "Actually, the bracelet was already tied in Zhanchuan City. At that time, I wanted to confess my feelings to you, but you suddenly made a move and took me away." Yes. Fortunately, I have been wearing this pair of bracelets close to my body, although it is a bit late to send them out now, fortunately, it is not too late, and they are still in your hands."

Xue Qinglan stretched out his hand to let him move, as if he was taken aback by Wen Heng's words, and asked in a daze, "What word is engraved this time?"

Wen Heng slowly pushed the bamboo bracelet to his wrist. He measured the size with his own hands, so it was neither wide nor tight. Hearing Xue Qinglan's question, he smiled suddenly and said, "It's a very appropriate sentence."

The last pair of bracelets was engraved with the words "Hundred illnesses will not invade, and longevity will be peaceful", which is his most sincere and gentle wish to Xue Qinglan as an elder brother; and this pair of bracelets is engraved with "Hidden in the center, never forgotten"③ , is that he finally understood his mind and made a promise to the one he loves that will never change for the rest of his life.

Who knows that good fortune is impermanent, going round and round, this encounter of fate, in the end, it was really what he said——

The person he has never forgotten is also the person he hides in his heart.

The author has something to say: ① Ouyang Jiong of the Five Dynasties "He Mingchao Recalling the First Meeting among Flowers in the Past"

②Hua Yong Han Anonymous "Hua Shanji Nai He Xu" "Nai He Xu, there is no limit to the people in the world, it is only for you!"

③Collected in the center - "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Xi Sang" "Collected in the center, when will it be forgotten"; no day or forget-"remember it here, no day or forget"

There is still a chapter to write, it is estimated that it will be very late.