Suo Jinling

The sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year, and the bursts of gongs and drums welcome the new year.

The crowd was bustling and bustling, like sea waves rolling around, the lights were bright and dark, shadows were up and down, Lan Jingming's palms were tightly clenched, heat poured in layer upon layer, like overwhelming waves, drowning his mouth and nose.

stay.

There is Ah Jing, there is a husband who is afraid to approach but is haunted by dreams, there is a brother and sister-in-law, there is a market, there is a warm bedroom, there are countless delicacies... everything he dare not imagine.

If he hadn't been born in Beiyi, if he could grow old like ordinary people, if he wasn't so sinful... How wonderful it would be.

The flowers in the mirror of the moon in the water are the most delicate and beautiful, but also the most fragile.

Xueluo fell silently and landed on top of Chen Jing's hair. Lan Jingming raised his other hand and gently wiped it off for him.

Chen Jing was shivering from the cold, but his heart was on fire. He said something deep in his heart. He shouldn't have said it, he shouldn't have oppressed the boy, he shouldn't have made it difficult for him, but he couldn't help it. If he didn't say these things Exit, he was going to be suffocated.

Clusters of fireworks exploded in the air, and embers wafted in the wind, sticking to the hair.

"Fireworks are burning," Lan Jingming exhaled slowly, with white mist appearing from his lips, "Ah Jing, please accompany me."

The boy didn't respond to him directly.

Chen Jing knew that he pushed people too much, he was a reckless brat, and he was always foolish and crazy in front of the young man, and he didn't do anything heroic, so he was right not to.

But he was still lost, like a piece of ink thrown into the lake, causing ripples. Lan Jingming reached out and grabbed Chen Jing's wrist. After thinking for a while, he fell down and held Chen Jing's palm.

Chen Jing subconsciously turned his hand back, and was dragged by the young man to squeeze into the crowd, passing through the lanterns intertwined with light and shadow, past the flickering candles, past the children chasing and playing, and ran straight to the bottom of the firecrackers, looking up at the crowd. fireworks.

The bursting fireworks reflected the day, and the eyes of the pierced people were so teary that they could hardly keep their eyes open.

"You, you don't believe me," Chen Jing plucked up his courage and breathed out carefully, "When you have your own mansion, you don't have to pretend to be a woman. Since I marry you as my wife, I will naturally not take concubines. Brother, no matter how powerful they are, they can’t force their heads down without drinking water. When I conquer Beiyi and make military exploits, the imperial court will not be able to do anything to me. At that time, I will find everything you want Not to mention that this little sugar man is going to be a sugar man as big as a snowdrift. I also found dozens of craftsmen to make it for you day and night in the house. You can eat as much as you want, as long as you have teeth It’s still there, I won’t stop you from eating as much as you want…”

"But I want Ah Jing to make it." Lan Jingming tilted his head, eyebrows and eyes curved, "I want lotus seed soup with lotus plum blossoms, osmanthus pear flower and mung bean cake...I want Ah Jing to make it himself."

It should be rejected.

He should have refused without hesitation, or he should have talked about him from both sides, and he had strayed elsewhere, and should not have followed Ah Jing's words.

But he couldn't say it, under the sparkling eyes, in the sincere and passionate eyes, Lan Jingming couldn't say harsh words, even serious words.

Isn't it the first time for him to experience warmth.

With a hot body and scorching eyes, he always stares at himself without reservation, as if he is an indispensable existence. Even if he is injured, disabled, stupid, or turned into a waste, he can still get sincere love.

Sincere and true, pure and deep, he could not break free and only wanted to drown in it.

"That...that's a deal," Chen Jing hurried forward, stuck out a finger, and waved it twice in front of his eyes, "I want to pull the hook."

"Ok?"

"I made an agreement to pull the hook." Chen Jing's eyes were burning, his cheeks were red, and he was shattered by the wind and snow. "If you don't abide by the agreement, you will not be reincarnated as an adult in your next life. You will be reborn as a pig in a pen, unable to speak Just hum."

"Why?" Lan Jingming laughed, his shoulders trembling, "Ah Jing, you are so cute."

"Don't coax me, pull the hook quickly," Chen Jing hooked the young man's finger, and shook it a few times, "Okay, the contract is now finalized, and two sympathetic knots need to be tied, you wait for me, no , you come with me."

He grabbed the young man's wrist and galloped back along the way he came. When passing by an alley, he turned sharply into it, crossed several gravel roads, and came to a tree trunk surrounded by several people.

In the snow and ice outside, the tree has a tall canopy and lush branches and leaves. I don’t know how many concentric knots are tied on the branches, hanging down gracefully, dancing with the sound of the wind.

There were quite a few people making wishes with lowered eyebrows nearby, huddled together in twos and threes, bowing to the big tree again and again.

"This tree is a famous marriage tree. Legend has it that it has lived for hundreds of years. As long as two people have the same heart, they are destined to be together," Chen Jing said, jumping high, pulling off the two concentric knots, and handing it to Lan Jingming. One, "like me, hold it with clasped hands, stick it to your forehead and say your wish, and your wish will surely come true."

The north wind danced, rolled up layers of residual snow, fell into Chen Jing's neck, and was melted into soup by the heat.

He closed his eyes piously, put his forehead on his fingertips, and silently made a wish in his heart.

Lan Jingming clenched his fists tightly, the little concentric knot was as hot as fire, clinging tightly to his palm, as if it was going to melt his skin.

He imitated Chen Jing's appearance, and stuck his hands together tightly. Although his eyes were closed, his heart was empty.

His greatest wish right now...is that he should not be born.

The world would be fine without Lan Jingming.

Chen Jing fulfilled his wish, and quietly turned his head to look at the person.

The young man clasped his hands together, his eyelashes fluttered, and snow fell from the sky, melting into beads on the tip of his nose.

With thorns on his back, Lan Jingming opened his eyes: "Why is Ah Jing looking at me?"

"You're so pretty," Chen Jing squeezed close to each other, blinking his eyelashes endlessly, "Who else can I look at if I don't look at you."

"Ah Jing is prettier than me," Lan Jingming said in a daze, "it's just that he's always so simple, it's hard to boast."

Chen Jingdang was punched in the chest and almost vomited blood: "Okay, I want two hairs of yours."

He grabbed the end of Lan Jingming's hair, fiddled with two of them carefully, then grabbed the end of his own hair, pulled out two with a swish, twisted the four hairs together two by two, tied them in concentric knots, and hung them high on the branches .

Two concentric knots are me in you, and you are in me, Qin Se and Ming Mi are mixed with oil, embracing in the wind, dancing in circles.

Chen Jing clapped his hands again and again, very satisfied with this: "Okay! Go back, no matter how late you are, you will be beaten in public. It's a trivial matter to lose face. If you can't get up tomorrow, it will be a big loss. But it depends on the time. Yes, the retainers haven't come to call me yet, there must be some distinguished guests yet, my sister-in-law specifically mentioned it at noon... Well, Mr.'s son?"

"Mister's son?" Lan Jingming's eyebrows twitched, "Isn't he here yet?"

"It should have arrived an hour ago," Chen Jing frowned, "Maybe there is something delaying it."