Proudly follow your heart

Jun Zhanran put down his pen, showing a look of surprise. In any case, Nangong Cangao shouldn't be here. The two looked at each other, and he replied leisurely, "I think you're in a flower house drinking to drown your sorrows. I don't know what will happen." What an embarrassing look."

The person standing by the window leaped down, holding a jug of wine in his hand, raised his head and took a sip, "How embarrassing, haven't you seen it already?" His clothes and hair were disheveled, his body smelled of alcohol, and while laughing, Nangong Cang Ao wiped the wine stains on his lips, shook the flagon in his hand, and threw it away, "The flagon is empty, I asked you to ask for a drink, will you give it?"

Jun Zhanran's wheelchair slid forward, came out from behind the table, came to a shelf, and took out a jar of wine, "There are not many pear blossom brews, not everyone who asks for them can drink."

He raised his hand and threw the wine jar over, Nangong Cang Ao slapped his mouth shut, and the familiar aroma of wine instantly dispersed in the room, "I remember the last time I drank with you, it was also here and at this time—"

After drinking half of a jar of wine, Nangong Cang Ao gave the remaining half of the jar to Jun Zhanran, "How about having a drink with me today?"

"Accompany me." Jun Zhanran drank the half jar of wine quickly, the sky was dark outside, the sky was full of red clouds after sunset, the study room was covered with a reddish warm color, the two faced each other, Jun Zhanran couldn't drink enough Don't be in a hurry, half a jar of wine is the same as Nangong Cang Ao, unambiguous at all.

Nangong Cang Ao watched him drink, and when he finished drinking, asked him to open another jar.

"It seems that today you are not drunk and will not return." When the rope bell was pulled, Xiao Hu's voice sounded outside the door. Hearing Jun Zhanran's order and seeing the man in black inside, Xiao Hu didn't ask anything.

Just like his landlord, he didn't ask anything.Nangong Cang Ao saw it, so he didn't say anything.

Another altar of pear flower wine was brought up. Nangong Cang Ao did not invite Jun Zhanran this time. He raised his head, and the pear flower wine was drunk like white water. Delicious!"

He fell down on the chair amidst laughter, "Zhanran, do you know that Emperor Pingkang wants me to get a scroll from you?"

He was drunk, a pair of reddish eyes stared at the person opposite, Jun Zhanran was no longer behind the desk, the wheelchair was leaning in front of the desk, his lap was still covered with a thin blanket, and there was a little ink on his fingers, "Scroll? There are too many such things in the Wulou, who knows where the volume he wants is kept."

To put it bluntly, Jun Zhanran doesn't think so. There are so many collections of famous masters in the world inside and outside the Wulou Tower. Others may regard them as treasures, but usually when they go to the Wulou Tower, they are just a scroll of calligraphy and painting, and there is no other precious thing. .

"If you can find it, just take it." Seeing Nangong Cang Ao in deep thought, Jun Zhan ran closer and said with a half-smile.

The aroma of pear blossom wine and fine ink, the smell wafting from the light-colored robe is very special and different, Nangong Cang Ao took a deep breath, his reddish eyes were already bloodshot , "The scroll is really as simple as the handwriting of the first emperor?"

Even drunk, Nangong Cang Ao is still Nangong Cang Ao, Jun Zhanran flicked his sleeves, "My answer is, it's that simple, because in my eyes it only has that meaning, but you can believe it or not. "

The answer was ambiguous, Nangong Cangao let out a mouthful of alcohol, and stood up staggeringly, "If you don't believe me, I'll ask you what you do, do you think so?"

Believe it or not, the Yingshuai at this moment has lost his chic and unrestrained temperament like an eagle in the past, but his madness is still the same. From Jun Zhanran's perspective, he can still see a faint lip print on his naked chest, with rouge and powder fragrance His approach, faintly drifting away in the aroma of pear blossom brewed wine.

At this moment, Nangong Cang Ao had arrived behind him, looking down at something, "This is not Hualou, and I am not the singer of Hualou."

Sensing something strange in Nangong Cang Ao's eyes, Jun Zhanran said lightly.

The answer to him was a few laughs, the night was falling, and the night was coming, Nangong Cangao just kept laughing behind him, the laughter was like singing in the darkness, "How could I not know, this is not a flower building, but a fog building , the one in front of me is not the singer and dancer, but the master of Wulou, Ghost Hands Wushuang."

"Tell me, how could I mistake Song Ji Wu Niang and Gui Shou Wu Shuang?" Bending down, his fiery breath passed over his skin, Nangong Cang Ao leaned over, and the hair fell on Jun Zhanran's shoulders.

The smell of rouge and powder mixed with the smell of alcohol seemed to be stronger, Jun Zhan then grabbed back, dragged the person behind him into his hands, and threw them on the bamboo couch behind the screen, "You are drunk. "

"I'm drunk?" Nangong Cang Ao fell back, his face full of madness, the long and narrow eyes that were raised up were still sharp and sharp, "How could I be drunk? Another jar of pear blossom wine, I'll drink it." Drink with Zhan Ran!"

With one long leg bent and half leaning on the bamboo couch, Nangong Cang Ao's drunken and frenzied attitude is not annoying, the light in his eyes flickers, it is unknown whether it is drunkenness or madness.

He pulled Jun Zhanran's sleeve and kept inviting him to drink together. Jun Zhanran also knew why he was drunk this time, so he didn't dissuade him, but said slowly: "You can get drunk today, but there is still tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. , no matter how thoroughly drunk you are, there will always be a day when you must sober up, Ying Shuai is so handsome, so does he still rely on getting drunk to forget his troubles?"

"Where did you get drunk? I invited my close friends to have a drink together. I had a great time drinking with you, so why is there any trouble?" Jun Zhanran.

"Do you know that Xu Ziyi knew nothing about Lin Qiuyan's theft during the interrogation of Jin Yutang in the Yingxiao League a few days ago, even where she came from. Do you understand what this means?" Nangong Cang Ao's breath brushed past his neck, smelling of alcohol, and the smell of rouge and powder became stronger and stronger, as if it came from under his hair and black clothes.

"So Lin Qiuyan's identity is different, and she stole the blood jade Linglong for another purpose." The answer is obvious, Jun Zhanran replied lukewarmly, and pushed Nangong Cangao who was leaning in front of him back on the bamboo couch , "You go to sleep, drunk people don't talk too much."

"Zhanran cares about me. It's really rare. Although you don't say it, you have already regarded me as a friend. After all, there are not many people who have the opportunity to live and die together." drunk.

"I didn't say you weren't." There were still a few glasses of wine left in the wine jar in Jun Zhanran's hand. As soon as he poured it into the wine glass, someone took it over, "You are not drunk yet, I am already drunk, and now I am drunk. I have to say, I suddenly realized that we are not friends—"

"It's a confidant." Pulling Jun Zhanran's wrist, Nangong Cangao's face was very close to him.

Just looking at him like this, he slowly drank the wine in his wine cup, "You know that I have a lot of business these days, but you don't ask me, and you also know that people from the Nangong family came to look for me, and it's hard to predict what will happen in the future. But you never mentioned it."

"Zhanran, although you look indifferent, in fact, you see everything in your eyes and remember everything in your heart, but you just don't say anything." Unable to tell, the drunk nonsense still came from the heart, Nangong Cangao put down the empty wine glass , to hold the hand of the person beside the couch.

"I really want to know how many things you don't know and how many things you don't say in your heart—" Spreading out his palm, the flawless hand with smooth fingernails, but Nangong Cang Ao never forgot that the bloody color he saw that day was at the fingertips of these hands.

Suddenly, his hand lifted the thin blanket from Jun Zhanran's lap, and pressed it to his knee, "If you have something you want to say but can't..."

Under the underwear, Jun Zhanran's legs were obviously thinner compared to his healthy and powerful upper body. It was these knees. Nangong Cangao had seen blood printed on them on that day.

Jun Zhanran's faint sneer that day, like a ghost, he never forgot.

Nangong Cang Ao didn't mention it that day, but he saw it after all.Jun Zhanran hummed lightly, "If there is anything, I will tell you when I want to say it, but now, you drunkard, you should have a good sleep before you say anything else."

The study room was still in darkness. In the darkness, Nangong Cangao's voice was extremely low, and a bit hoarse after drunk, "I'm not drunk, Zhanran, I'm not drunk... Let's drink again——"

Unrelentingly pulling Jun Zhanran's sleeve, Nangong Cangao's voice finally became blurred. He had been drinking in Hualou for a few days and got drunk several times. Full stamina, the most intoxicating, at this moment, even Nangong Cangao, it is difficult to be sober again.

"Yes, you're not drunk, you're just not sober." Pulling his hand away, Jun Zhanran went to the desk and pressed it, and the study room suddenly lit up with misty brilliance, a few pearls lit up, and Nangong Cang Ao suddenly Seeing the light, he groaned in pain on the couch.

The room was full of alcohol, and the alcohol was on the rise. Jun Zhanran had a few traces of sweat on his forehead. When he opened the window, it was already dark outside. Floating up and down, landing on the ground.

A few strokes drawn casually, sketched at random, the brush and ink that are neither thick nor light outline a vague silhouette, just a few strokes, and the appearance is still invisible, but the arrogant and fierce attitude, the chic and unrestrained appearance has already appeared on the paper .

The long knife is on the side, radiating off the shoulders, the brows and eyes are sharp, and the one eye that has been drawn is as sharp as an eagle.

There is only half of the portrait. I didn’t decide what to draw at first, but I drew it casually. The figure on the paper is indistinct and has not yet formed. Suddenly startled.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Nangong Cang Ao's burning eyes falling on the page, and then raised his head, the color of his eyes gradually changed.

"Did I tell you? These days, I always remember that night—" The black shadow flashed and rushed towards him.

A pair of lips slammed onto Jun Zhanran's corners.