Chun Feng Du Jian

As night falls, the city is full of carnival, and the bright river in the sky echoes the sea of ​​lights on the ground, making the moonlight eclipsed.Xue Qinglan's lantern has been changed to Wen Heng's hands at some point, but he himself is holding a small round drawer made of bamboo strips, which contains four Lantern Festivals of different colors, which are either wrapped in egg wash and fried until golden, or steamed. Roll another layer of plum powder, which is small and exquisite, with local characteristics. It is a way of eating that he has never seen in Mingzhou.

Wen Heng slowed down, blocking the flow of people by his side, watching him eat with kindness like an old father: "Chew carefully, be careful not to burn, and don't choke."

Xue Qinglan wanted to hand one to him, but Wen Heng smiled and said, "No, you can eat it yourself, I don't like sweets."

Xue Qinglan asked: "Then why do you have the nerve to call me a picky eater every day?"

Wen Heng said calmly: "Adults only talk about hobbies, and children are picky eaters. When you grow up, nature will not talk about you."

Xue Qinglan bit off half of the Lantern Festival angrily: "Heretic theory."

Wen Heng smiled but said nothing.

From nightfall to late night, the two of them wandered from one end of the long street to the other, and walked across half of Zhanchuan City without feeling tired.Xue Qinglan was fed a lot of food by Wen Heng along the way, and all kinds of flavors and colorful colors that she had never had in her short life of more than ten years were all fulfilled in one night.

After passing the most prosperous high platform, the surrounding lights suddenly dimmed, and there are deep narrow alleys on both sides, and the cool snow blows towards the face, like a sharp blade passing over the naked/exposed skin.

This place looked a little creepy, but Wen Heng seemed to be ignorant, and still led Xue Qinglan to the dark alley.

"Brother?"

Wen Heng took his hand again, although the light of the lantern was not very bright, it could barely illuminate the path under his feet, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I will take you to a place."

The middle of the alley was uneven, they walked for a while, and finally stopped at the back door of a house.Wen Heng stepped forward and knocked three times. Not long after, hurried footsteps came from the door of the house, and the door hinge squeaked. The voice came before the person showed up, and the voice was somewhat familiar: "Young Master, Happy Holidays, it's okay these days -"

The corner door opened slowly, and the thin candlelight from the palace lantern illuminated Xue Qinglan who was beside Wen Heng outside the door, and Fan Yang who had a short beard inside the door.

Xue Qinglan: "..."

Fan Yang, who was rushing towards the door, seemed to have bumped into a ghost while walking at night, his footsteps stopped abruptly, and he slammed back, his eyes staring like copper bells: "You, you, you..."

"What's the name of the ghost?" Wen Heng stepped over the threshold and called Xue Qinglan to identify him, "Come on, this is Mr. Fan Yangfan, the head of the Luming Escort Bureau."

Then he said to Fan Yang: "This is Xue Qinglan, a disciple of Master Xue of Yisu Mountain in Mingzhou."

Xue Qinglan said: "Mr. Fan is good, I have admired your name for a long time."

Knowing that "Jiu Yang" was just a polite remark, but it made people tremble when it came out of his mouth, Fan Yang said dumbly: "Please...please come in."

Wen Heng finally noticed his strangeness, and wondered: "Why did you stutter suddenly today, did you burn your mouth from eating glutinous rice balls?"

Fan Yang went into his left ear and out of his right ear. He didn't hear what he said at all. He was staring at Xue Qinglan with all his heart, but the young man's face remained unchanged.

Like pixels do not know each other.

Wen Heng didn't bother to pay attention to him, and led Xue Qinglan into the inner house in a familiar way.Fan Yang stood in a daze at the door for a moment, rubbed his eyes several times in disbelief, and then came to his senses, and quickly turned around to catch up.

The two were invited to serve tea in the main hall, and under the lamp, Fan Yang breathed out slowly.The light was dim just now, and the outline was not very clear. When he met his face suddenly, he almost thought that Ah Que, who had passed away for many years, had returned.Now the bright candlelight illuminates Xue Qinglan's whole body, his face is cold, and the subtleties of his eyebrows and eyes are still familiar, but the palpitating look has disappeared.

Although "looking alike" is very common, but looking alike still appears beside Wen Heng, which can't help but make people think about it.Fan Yang knew that A Que's death was a deep scar in Wen Heng's heart, but he didn't expect that after three years, the pain has not faded, but intensified and became an obsession.

Ah Que left early, and left empty-handed, leaving nothing behind. Wen Heng had nowhere to see things and think about others, so he found a boy who looked like Ah Que and put him beside him.

Regardless of the method or the mind, it is a bit too much, almost crazy.

The servant poured hot tea, and Xue Qinglan just took a sip, when Fan Yang said unintentionally: "Little Mr. Xue looks quite kind, as if he's seen him somewhere before."

He said this to Xue Qinglan, but he glanced at Wen Heng.Xue Qinglan put the teacup aside, and replied slowly: "I have lived in Yisu Mountain since I was a child, and this is the first time I have come to Zhanchuan City, but I have never met Mr. Fan."

Fan Yang smirked: "Oh, so that's the case. Could it be that I misremembered? What do you think, Young Master?"

Wen Heng couldn't listen to his prodigal son's questioning like flirting with a girl, he frowned and said: "I think you are offending someone for me. If you have anything to say, just say it straight, and don't go around the corner."

Fan Yang scratched his heart with all his claws, but Xue Qinglan was still sitting there, it was inconvenient for him to tell the truth in front of others, so he could only laugh dryly: "Hehe, it's nothing, it's nothing, I blame my bad memory, I made young master Xue laugh. "

Xue Qinglan held up the teacup expressionlessly, covering the slightly raised corners of her lips.

Wen Heng glanced at Fan Yang inexplicably, and was about to settle the score with him later, then turned his head and told Xue Qinglan: "It's getting late, drink less tea, and be careful not to sleep at night." He then asked Fan Yang: "Has the main house been cleaned up yet?" ? I’m staying here tonight, and I’m going back to the mountain tomorrow.”

Fan Yang hurriedly said: "The main room and the wing room have been prepared, and the things that the young master gave you last time are also available. I will send them to you later?"

"Okay." Wen Heng, "I'll take him there first."

Fan Yang watched helplessly as he skillfully recruited Xue Qinglan and left together. Under the moonlight, the two figures were shoulder to shoulder. There was no intimacy, but there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Except for Ah Que, he has never seen Heng Ken let anyone get so close to him in these years.

After thinking about it, Fan Yang became more and more convinced that Wen Heng was suffering from longing and became insane.That little Mr. Xue has lived in the mountains since he was young, so he knows that people are unpredictable, and he is probably still unconscious at this moment, foolishly immersed in the pity and consideration that belonged to others.

Filled with sobs, he ordered his servants to add more charcoal to the wing room, so as not to freeze the honored guests, and he turned around to fetch things for Wen Heng.On the other side, "Stupid little Mr. Xue" didn't even touch the shadow of the wing room, and was directly stuffed into the main room by Wen Heng.

The small courtyard is connected to the Luming Escort Bureau next door, Wen Heng occasionally rests here when he goes down the mountain, maybe three or four times a year.Originally there were not many furnishings in his house, but today he added a smoker cage half the height of a person, which made the room as warm as spring.Xue Qinglan had finished washing and changing clothes, and was yawning in the pile of brocade quilts. There were faint human voices coming from outside the window, like a lantern in the daytime, but it was far away from him.

Tonight is like a beautiful dreamland, starting without reason and ending without reason.He knew that he couldn't expect too much, and a moment of happiness was a godsend, so he was also satisfied when he woke up from the dream.

Wen Heng saw that his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be sleepy. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, and asked softly, "Are you sleepy? Is it cold?"

Xue Qinglan shook her head and whispered, "It's not cold." Thinking of something, she suddenly forced her sleepy eyes to look at Wen Heng: "Are you tonight..."

"what?"

Xue Qinglan wanted to ask him if he would sleep with her tonight, but it was really hard to say it, and it seemed that it was not good to be straightforward. While hesitating, there was a knock on the door outside, which happened to interrupt the conversation. Wen Heng stood up and said, "Wait a minute, Fan Yang is here."

He went around the screen and walked to the outside room, and pushed open the door. Fan Yang was greeted by the warmth inside the door, wondering why Wen Heng was suddenly afraid of the cold, and while passing the box, he said in a loud voice: "My lord, let's This is at the foot of the mountain, and the charcoal is good. It's not that cold at night, so be careful to wake up in the middle of the night. Young Master Xue..."

Wen Heng raised his hand and made a silent gesture to him, indicating that there was someone in the room. Fan Yang suddenly realized who was in the bedroom, and his eyes almost popped out: "He, he..."

Wen Heng didn't take it seriously, and took the box away: "I'll talk about it later, go to the east hall and wait for me."

The door was mercilessly closed in front of Fan Yang.He was overwhelmed by the fact that "someone was hiding in Wen Heng's room", and before he could leave in time, a few whispers suddenly leaked from the crack of the window.People who practice martial arts have excellent hearing. He heard Xue Qinglan's clear voice with sleepiness and a lazy ending, making it difficult to associate this voice with that cold and cold boy.

"what is this?"

Wen Heng put the wooden box in his hand and said, "Open it and have a look."

The exquisite brass lock buckle popped open, revealing a pair of silver bracelets inlaid with precious stones on red silk in the box.The silver bracelet is divided into three parts, the main ring is chiseled with curly grass patterns, and the upper and lower rings are made of thin bamboo knots. The inlay in the middle is made of suet white jade and red coral to form a wishful flower knot. It is exquisitely crafted, which shows the ingenuity.Xue Qinglan picked up one of them, only to see the four small characters "Hundred Diseases Don't Invade" chiseled on the inside, and "Longevity Kangning" chiseled on the other.

He held the pair of silver bracelets in a daze, puzzled, and looked at Wen Heng blankly.

Wen Heng took his left hand, took out the bracelet engraved with "Hundred Illnesses" and put it on for him. His right hand "Wan Shou Kang Ning" was made in the same way. went in.

This bracelet looks delicate, but it is actually a wide bracelet, suitable in size and heavy in weight, and it weighs heavily on Xue Qinglan's wrist.

"It's a custom here in Jiuqu that every family saves money and gives their children silver locks and bracelets. They wear them from Chinese New Year to Shangyuan to bless the coming year with peace and no disease or disaster." Wen Heng put his hands together , looked at the shining bracelet under the light with satisfaction, shook it lightly, and said, "Since it is a festival, other children have lanterns and silver bracelets, so of course you have them too. Silver locks are fine, I'm afraid I will beat you too." Not loved."

His tone was flat and his expression was gentle, as if he was talking about something that couldn't be more natural, but Xue Qinglan's eyes became hot all of a sudden, and countless emotions rose up in his chest like a torrent of waves.

At this moment, he almost wanted to throw himself into Wen Heng's arms and cry bitterly, but at the same time, the wound on the side of his neck that had already healed suddenly became hot for some reason, and tingled without warning.

The icy coolness climbed into the hot heart, and the slight pain forcibly suppressed his heart, which also made him wake up suddenly—tonight is not a dream, but which dream he has ever had can be more perfect than now?

"I……"

He thought about the wording for a long time over and over again, and finally smiled with red eyes, like a child who was ashamed of receiving a generous gift, he said sincerely at a loss, "Thank you, brother."

"En." Wen Heng reached out to touch his hair, and said solemnly, "Wear it well tonight, don't take it off, and the future will be safe and smooth, free from worries."

Xue Qinglan nodded and agreed: "Okay."

Wen Heng got up and put down the curtain, stared at Xue Qinglan lying on the bed and covered the quilt, and said: "I will go to Fan Yang to say a few words, you go to bed first, don't wait for me."

Xue Qinglan opened his eyes and looked at him without blinking.

Wen Heng was so stared at by him that he laughed, and helplessly raised his hand to cover his eyes, leaned down/body slightly and said, "Sleep, you will grow up when you sleep. I'll be back in a while."

The author has something to say: it's brotherhood! (unconscious.jpg