Chun Feng Du Jian

Fan Yang really didn't understand: Wine selection is such an elegant and interesting matter, how come Wen Heng played it like throwing a hydrangea ball in Wen Heng's hands?

Look at Xue Qinglan's ignorant look!How could he be able to do it and speak it out? !

Wen Heng noticed his hesitant gaze, glanced at him warningly, and sat back at the table with Xue Qinglan, saw that the waiter was still in a daze, coughed lightly, and reminded: "Excuse me, bring us wine Come up."

"Yes." The clerk came back to his senses suddenly, bowed and said, "Guest officer, wait a moment, I'll be here."

The guests all over the building watched the excitement for a while, and they all felt a bit out of step—wanted to applaud Wen Heng, but it didn't count as the winner if the silver butterfly didn't fall into the wine glass; they had to sigh to show it. It's a pity, and he clearly made the silver butterfly fly into the hands of his companion on purpose, and he was quite satisfied with the game, so there is no need for others to feel sorry for it.

Xue Qinglan held the small and exquisite silver butterfly in his hand, and he really didn't expect Wen Heng's "low-key" to be like this.He knew that this action was eye-catching and shouldn't be, but the scene just now was really magnificent and wondrous, and it would be unforgettable forever, and he couldn't say "ridiculous" anyway.

Seeing him in a daze, Wen Heng interrupted on purpose: "Don't be dazed, you won't be able to see the flowers even if you stare at it. Come, let's try his handicraft."

Xue Qinglan turned to him and asked, "Can this silver butterfly be taken away?"

Wen Heng's heart moved, and he replied: "I have to tell the buddy, I think I can't take it for nothing."

Xue Qinglan gave a "hmm", and then took a sip of dessert: "Well, not bad."

Fan Yang couldn't bear it anymore, and was about to speak, Wen Heng immediately gave him a sideways glance, telling him to shut up, and then Xue Qinglan said: "Is it sweet? Try this again."

Fan Yang: "..."

The water waves outside the window are vast, and the wind blows from the lake, passing through the flowers, which is cool and fragrant.A small hectare of wine is delivered, and the 20-year-old wine is extremely mellow, and the "lotus stamen" is especially fragrant.Wen Heng drank tea alone, watched the two of them drink each other, and occasionally gave Xue Qinglan two fruits for him to drink.Frightened by Wen Heng's prestige, Fan Yang didn't dare to say a word, he could only talk about the local conditions and customs of the capital, and discuss martial arts moves.After such a leisurely and pleasant afternoon, the three of them returned home having a good time until the golden sky was falling and the sunset was all over the sky.

When he returned to the inn, Fan Yang watched Wen Heng help Xue Qinglan into the room.He waited in the corridor for a while, trying to ask Wen Heng to stop and talk to him, but he didn't see anyone for a long time.Fan Yang assumed that something had happened, walked over and knocked on the door, and called out, "Master?"

As footsteps approached, Wen Heng came out to open the door: "What are you doing?"

Fan Yang's eyes were sharp, and when he saw Xue Qinglan sitting on the edge of the bed over his shoulder, his heart sank suddenly, and he said in astonishment: "Master, you—"

Wen Heng stepped out and closed the door with his hand back, knowing that he couldn't escape today, he had to explain to Fan Yang, so he made a silent gesture and said, "If you have anything to say, go to your side. "

Fan Yang got a little drunk, and led him back to the room in a dizzy manner, and the two sat down at the table.Fan Yang stared at him for a moment, then suddenly said: "My lord, when I was fleeing that year, my subordinates were thinking that it would be great if Ah Que were your real brother, so that the two of you will support each other in the future, and the days will be happy." As for being too sad."

Wen Heng waved his hand: "The house has been stolen, so there is no need to mention those old titles."

"Later, Aque disappeared, and my subordinates were really worried. I was afraid that one day you would go astray, or you would not be able to continue. At that time, there would be no one who could call you back." Fan Yang sighed to himself. He said in a tone, "My subordinates are aware of everything today, and I dare not interfere too much in your private affairs. I just ask you to tell me the truth based on the friendship you have had for so many years-what is the relationship between you and this Protector Xue?" what relationship?"

If he spoke out to persuade him, Wen Heng would have a hundred kinds of arguments to answer him, but Fan Yang was heartbroken as soon as he came up, and just as the question hit Wen Heng's hesitation, instead, he calmed down and thought carefully for a long time. He replied cautiously: "For now, we should still be friends."

I don't know if it's because wine can make people smarter, or because Fan Yang is particularly sensitive in this regard, so he immediately asked: "That is to say, maybe we won't be friends in the future?"

Wen Heng stared at him wordlessly, his heart turned upside down in just a short moment, and he was entangled a thousand times in an instant, but he finally nodded and said calmly: "Yes."

This powerful word was like a hammer falling from a bronze bell, and Fan Yang's ears roared, and he raised his voice in a loss of composure: "He is the Dharma protector of the Hanging Star Sect, and he is a man! Young master, you are not afraid that there will be no one in the Jianghu in the future." Where is your foothold?"

"What are you shouting?" Wen Heng said, "Keep your voice down, the walls of this inn are as thin as paper, and there is no soundproofing. Others didn't mean that at first, and if they are moved by your shouting, it will be up to you to see how it ends. "

Fan Yang shrank from his scolding, and felt unbelievable: "What do you mean he didn't have 'that meaning'? Could it be just your wishful thinking?!"

Wen Heng said: "Qinglan is still young, and he is ignorant of these things, and he still regards me as an elder brother in his heart; I'm not wishful thinking, I'm not at that level, it's not that you have to force an answer to come out. Hold the future to the present."

Fan Yang didn't sell it, and said firmly: "Young master is so sure about the future, so it can be seen that it is true."

Wen Heng thought about it too, although he knew in his heart that it was only vague affection, far from being in love, but his actions were in the eyes of others, but they were no different from being tempted.

His silence was tantamount to acquiescing, Fan Yang frowned worriedly: "There is no such thing as a good woman in the world, why do you insist on identifying a man?"

"If people want to live in this world, they must find a reason for themselves."

Wen Heng lowered his head and looked at the table, and said calmly: "From the day when my family was ruined and my family was destroyed, I lived for revenge. When I first went to Yueying Mountain, all I could think about was how to perish with the enemy every day - God treated me coldly, and I also I don't miss the world, I always feel that as long as I kill my enemy, my life will be over."

"Later, I practiced kung fu in the valley. In the past four years, I have gradually thought about it. Apart from enmity, there is also kindness. If I am lucky enough to survive after revenge, I have to pay off these favors one by one, so that I can go to see my relatives underground with peace of mind."

Fan Yang couldn't prevent him from suddenly talking about the past, and hearing it in his ears, he was secretly startled.In his eyes, although Wen Heng has undergone drastic changes, he acts maturely and calmly. Whether it is learning from a teacher in Yueying Mountain or helping him organize the Luming Escort Bureau, there is no abnormality at all. Who would have thought that in those years he would often With the will to die, do you have nothing else in your heart but revenge?

"The young master pushed himself too hard in the past," Fan Yang said with a slightly softer tone, "It's also because the subordinates are useless and failed to share the worries for the young master."

"If you were useless, I wouldn't be sitting here and explaining these things to you now." Wen Heng also sighed, "A few days ago I met Qing Lan at the Discussion of Swords Conference and learned about his After all the things I have done, I suddenly realized that there is still a person in this world that I would not trust unless I personally look at it.”

This sentence is light, but the weight is amazing.Fan Yang's heart skipped a beat. He didn't need Wen Heng's explanation, but he knew that he was interested in Xue Qinglan, and he already regarded him as a serious concern.

Even if he regarded Fan Yang as a brother, Wen Heng only had this one sentence to explain.Now that Xue Qinglan was still ignorant, and he himself hadn't completely cleared up his mind. If he said too much, he might treat Xue Qinglan lightly, so without waiting for Fan Yang to continue asking, Wen Heng stood up against the table and said, "Don't talk about this, you just Sober up, have a good rest tonight, and discuss about entering the palace tomorrow."

Fan Yang knew the seriousness, and said with a wry smile: "Alcohol has already woken you up, I'm afraid the prince and concubine will dream of me tonight and scold me severely."

Wen Heng laughed and said, "Why are you panicking, if you want to scold, scold me first."

Although both of them were joking, when it came to the deceased Prince Qing and his wife, they felt infinitely sad, so they didn't say much.Fan Yang sent Wen Heng to the door, and when he saw him enter the room, he sighed heavily, closed the door and went back to continue worrying.

As soon as Wen Heng entered the room, he saw that Xue Qinglan was still in the posture he had when he went out, sitting motionless on the bed, in a daze for some reason.

He walked to the bed, raised his hand in front of Xue Qinglan's eyes, and was grabbed by him with a quick reaction, but his eyes were still scattered and confused, and he looked at Wen Heng mistyly: "Brother Heng."

"Well, I still recognize people, and I'm not too drunk." Wen Heng tapped his eyebrows lightly, "You change your clothes, and I'll ask someone to bring hot water up for you to bathe in."

Xue Qinglan drank a whole pot of "Lotus Stamen". Although the wine was sweet and smooth, it had a lot of stamina.Wen Heng was inexperienced, seeing his flushed face and clear mind, he thought he was just a little drunk, so he went downstairs to ask for water without worry.Xue Qinglan was also very obedient, and when the hot water came, she quietly changed her clothes and went to take a bath.After about a moment, Wen Heng heard the sound of water, and a moment later, the sound of slightly heavy footsteps came out from behind the screen. Wen Heng looked back, and couldn't help but laugh.

Xue Qinglan stepped on the ground with bare feet, her long black hair dripping wetly over her shoulders, dripping water as she walked, and her jacket was crookedly tied. After bathing, it was as if someone splashed it with a basin of water.

Wen Heng could also see that he was very drunk at this time, picked up the robe hanging beside the bed, wrapped him up, bowed and hugged him, and said helplessly: "I really overestimated you, why are you so drunk? Like this?"

Xue Qinglan didn't like to talk when he was drunk, and just clung to his arms drowsily.Wen Heng walked around behind the screen and saw a long table next to the bathtub, so he put Xue Qinglan on it, pulled up his trousers, and told him to step into the bathtub to clean the soles of his feet again, and then went to get the dry table next to him. A cloth towel wiped his hair.Unexpectedly, Xue Qinglan was extremely clingy, and now he was holding his neck and refused to let go. Wen Heng made him unable to move, so he leaned over and coaxed him slowly: "Qinglan let go, just let go, I will take it!" Come over with just one thing, okay? Come back and hug me."

Xue Qinglan's drunken eyes were hazy, and after being steamed by the hot water, he saw double images of people, but his hands seemed to be competing with someone, he hugged Wen Heng tightly, and said vaguely: "...don't go."

"Well, don't go." Wen Heng walked along his back patiently, "Will you wipe your hair? Otherwise, you will catch a cold if the wind blows."

The familiar body temperature and breath are like a soft silk cocoon, wrapping him airtightly.Xue Qinglan was sitting on the long table, the top of her head could reach Wen Heng's neck. When she raised her head, she could just see his chin and Adam's apple.Drowsy from alcohol, the light dim, this moment suddenly overlapped subtly with a certain scene in his memory.

He suddenly trembled slightly, Wen Heng lowered his head as if feeling something, but saw Xue Qinglan buried his head in his arms, and murmured with tears in his mouth: "I don't want to go..."