After raising his gaze, it turned black for a while, and then slowly turned to see that the simple clothes he was wearing were covered with dust, and his whole body ached. He wiped his forehead with his hand, and saw the bright red blood on the palm of his hand.

There were still curses and complaints coming from the high and far away Jinlin Terrace, and then they drifted away. The two people who kicked him down just now seemed to have exhausted their patience, turned around and left without bothering him.

Only intermittent conversations came to my ears with the cold night wind.

"Born by a whore?"

"It's not..."

"You're so brave... how dare you find me like this?"

"Generally, the women in Goulanyuan... are more shameless than the girls from good families..."

"Hahaha...that's that..."

"I don't even look at who I am...so self-inflicted...it's also self-inflicted..."

"It's not... the master ordered, don't let the young master and madam see... so as not to be unhappy..."

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After Lan Xichen was amazed, he quickly understood the situation... This was roughly the first time that A Yao approached Jin Guangshan to confess her relatives and was kicked off the Jinlin Terrace.It's not that he has never heard of it, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

However, what surprised him was that Meng Yao's state of mind did not fluctuate much at this time.

Meng Yao was naturally calm...because this ending was within his expectations.No matter how her mother made excuses for the father she had never met before, Meng Yao, who was precocious and well-versed in the world since she was a child, has long understood his father's attitude towards their mother and child. Like a mother, she ended up miserable.

Meng Yao sneered, and looked around for her package.Halfway up the steps of Jinlin Terrace, he saw something familiar, so he walked up slowly and took it.

He resigned himself to his fate and obediently walked down the steps. Originally, he came here to try his luck today, but now that the result was as he expected, he was relieved.Not only that, but also seemed to have completed a certain mission, with a sense of ease.

He walked a few steps, suddenly remembered something, and looked at Jin Lintai again.

The gate of the tall and majestic building is closed, but the faint and noisy voices of people and the sound of silk and bamboo musical instruments come through from the hall, and the lights are brilliant, as if in a fairyland.To celebrate Jin Zixuan's birthday, the Kongming lanterns were placed, and the warm yellow light floated in the air and slowly rose far away... Ironically, Meng Yao suddenly remembered that this day...is also her birthday...

But he... is doomed to miss this excitement...

In that bustle, there were his father and elder brother who were related by blood...but as an illegitimate child...he didn't have the opportunity and qualification to enjoy the fairyland-like beauty together...

That's right... After all, he is the son of a whore... It would be abnormal if he climbed the Jinlin Terrace...

This world... He can see clearly than anyone else. '

Pity his silly mother who has always held naive beliefs.

The warm fairy lights attracted him, Meng Yao stood there for a long time before turning around silently to leave.However, after walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, and said softly, "Ah... Auntie's pearl buckle..."

He glanced back at the fairyland that did not belong to him... After thinking about it for a moment, he gave up the idea of ​​going to ask for it again... The key is that even if he asks for it... it is probably just asking for humiliation... As for Jin Zongzhu, then It was just an ordinary thing, but to Meng Yao, it was the only belief left to her by his deceased mother.He is a very self-aware person.

I really don't want to make fun of myself.

After Meng Yao left, Lan Xichen suddenly realized that the first encounter between himself and Meng Yao seemed to happen not long after this. According to the current progress, he will soon... soon be able to meet himself from Meng Yao's perspective. met?

Sure enough, almost in a flash, Meng Yao, who left Jinlin Terrace to work as an accountant for a while, soon met Lan Xichen, who was carrying ancient music scores to avoid Wen's murder and concealed his name.

As he had told him, he had noticed him at first sight.

Looking through Meng Yao's gaze at himself who was sitting awkwardly, Lan Xichen had mixed feelings, but when he noticed the nervousness of Meng Yao's beating heart at that moment, he was still slightly surprised.

Regarding this paragraph, Meng Yao did not lie to him.As he said, he saw it at the first sight, but never worked up the courage to strike up a conversation with him.

However, hearing the emotions of the melon-eaters from Meng Yao's perspective still made Lan Xichen dumbfounded.

"Then...is he a beggar?"

"No way... I've been sitting here for three days, and I haven't asked for anything..."

"Besides... beggars, who of you have ever seen such a clean and tidy person, besides... such a face and appearance... beggars?"

"This appearance and demeanor are extraordinary..."

"If he hasn't asked for anything in the past three days... doesn't it mean that he hasn't eaten for three days?!"

"Is this about cultivating to become a fairy?"

"Hahahaha... Do you think it's so easy to become a fairy?"

Then, he felt a wave of hot waves coming from Meng Yao's chest, he seemed to have finally mustered up his courage, and went to pat his shoulders with his hands wrapped around his knees.

Lan Xichen looked at himself at that time through Meng Yao's perspective and raised his head in surprise, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of surprise, but there was something extraordinary about him. He clearly felt Meng Yao's whole body startled.Heart beating like crazy.

"This boy..."

That familiar voice sounded, but Lan Xichen felt as if it had been a lifetime away.

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