Our leader can't be so funny

Feng Ling didn't get any grapes, so she felt a little unhappy, so she decided to rely on herself and go get the grapes by herself.

The delicious grapes finally arrived in his mouth, Feng Ling's mood immediately improved a bit, turned to look at the boatman, and suddenly said: "Your back looks familiar."

He Lianming also responded: "Ling'er, I feel the same way when you say that."

The back seemed to be slightly stiff, and then the boatman coughed twice in a low voice, and said in a hoarse voice: "There are so many similar people in this world, you two may have admitted your mistake."

Feng Ling nodded: "The voice doesn't sound like it."

He Lianming came over and asked mysteriously: "Ling'er, who do you think he looks like?"

"I don't want to tell you." Feng Ling picked up a big and tender grape and threw it into his mouth, muffled.

He Lianming sat back injured.

Feng Ling raised her head and was silent for a moment: "By the way, are your symptoms of madness getting better?"

He Lianming was greatly moved: "Ling'er, are you caring about me?"

Feng Ling looked at the slightly rippling water waves, and said unmoved: "I'm just concerned about whether Ye Fuyi's medication is accurate."

He Lianming: "..."

Feng Ling spat out a grape seed and stood up suddenly.

Helian Ming looked up.

I saw Feng Ling walking behind the boatman, and said in a low voice: "I still think you look familiar." As soon as the words fell, his hands were like lightning, and he wanted to pick off the man's bamboo hat.

The man reacted quickly, he staggered slightly with a slight sway, and stood on the edge of the boat, staggering.

Feng Ling immediately became angry, and rushed over: "Don't hide, I know it's you, Ye Fuyi!"

The man froze for a moment, and Feng Ling threw him into his arms.He hurriedly hugged Feng Ling to prevent them from falling into the water.

Feng Ling took the opportunity to take off the bamboo hat on his head, and widened her eyes: "It really is you!"

Ye Fuyi was helpless: "Ling'er..."

He Lianming was also taken aback: "You, you are shameless—"

Ye Fuyi hugged Feng Ling leisurely, while turning his head to look at him, with a bit of complacency in his eyes.

Feng Ling raised her hand to pinch his nose, and said in a vicious voice, "What did I tell you before we left?"

Ye Fuyi: "!!!"

Before he had time to react, Feng Ling suddenly pushed him away and jumped into the water with a plop.

"Ling'er!" Ye Fuyi and Feng Ling were both shocked.

Then Ye Fuyi jumped into the water.

He Lianming hesitated for a moment, and didn't jump down. Even if he jumped down, he would be slapped to death by Ye Fuyi every minute. This is the problem of the difference in force value, which is simply tragic.

Ye Fuyi soon sank to the bottom of the water, searching everywhere for Feng Ling, and from the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of bright red drifting by, and Ye Fuyi immediately chased after it.

……

……

He chased him for a long time, but Feng Ling suddenly seemed to have wings at the bottom of the water. Ye Fuyi chased him for a while, but he still couldn't catch a piece of his clothes.

Soon after the water flowed out of the city, Ye Fuyi suddenly got out of the water, and the scene in front of him had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The high walls and deep courtyards are gone, and there is no endless stream of people. As far as I can see, there is a wilderness with a wooden bridge extending to the water. At the end of the wooden bridge is a low wooden house. It looks old, but it is very clean. Quaint.

Ye Fuyi jumped onto the wooden bridge and walked along the wooden bridge towards the small wooden house. There was a faint sound of tinkling zither, Ye Fuyi walked to the small wooden house, raised his hand and pushed open the half-open door.

The floor was paved with wooden boards, with clear and smooth patterns. Feng Ling sat cross-legged on the floor, her hair was completely scattered, and a light gauze like a cloud was covering her body.

He held an old lyre in his arms. The body of the lyre was made of paulownia wood. His fingers were flying and he was tuning the strings. The ding-dong sound of the lyre flowed out from his fingertips, like a clear spring in the mountains.

Ye Fuyi had never seen such a quiet Feng Ling before, but at this glance, Ye Fuyi suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if everything in the world had turned into nothingness at this moment, and only this person was left in his eyes.

Feng Ling raised her eyes and signaled with her eyes: "There are clean clothes on the bed, go and change quickly."

Ye Fuyi walked to the bed, and he found a clean robe. His eyes fell on the bedside cabinet, on which were the wet clothes that Feng Ling had just changed.

He quickly changed his clothes and walked out. Feng Ling had already tuned the strings, looked up at him, and murmured in a low voice: "This dress is indeed prepared for you..."

"How did Ling'er know there was such a place?"

Feng Ling frowned and shook her head: "I don't know, I just came here after swimming in the water, and suddenly felt that there is a room here, and there are many things in the room..."

Ye Fuyi walked up to him and sat down, and asked warmly, "And then?"

"And then there's actually a room here, just as I imagined it, and I came in and found two sets of clothes, one was mine and the other I had a strong feeling it was for you. I could It must be my room, but I can't remember..." Feng Ling raised her hand and pressed her forehead, "It's not very comfortable here."

Ye Fuyi's face changed slightly, he quickly held his hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't think about it."

Feng Ling looked up at him: "I seem to have lost a very important memory."

Ye Fuyi's heart froze.

Feng Ling said again: "But I can't remember it. I just don't think it's a particularly good memory. Every time I think about it, sometimes I feel happy, and sometimes I feel desperate."

"Ling'er." Ye Fuyi suddenly opened his arms and embraced him, "Don't think about it, please, don't think about it."

Memories are like a cloud of moon shadows. After the breeze stops, they gradually piece together into complete fragments.He vaguely remembered that the Qixi Festival of that year was also in Luoyang. The lights were shaking and the crowds were crowded. He carried a sword through the crowd and finally found the trace of that person.

He found him in the boat, the person said it had been a long time, and the person said that he planned this reunion with full of expectations, but he only waited for his ruthless sword...

Didn't even have time to say sorry.

Later, the man lay in a pool of blood in despair, his desolate eyes were colder than the sword in his hand...

Ye Fuyi tightened his arms suddenly, almost crushing Feng Ling in his arms. Only in this way can all the despair and coldness be dispelled.

He told himself not to think about it.

At this moment, Ling'er was by his side, which was more important than anything else.

Ye Fuyi suddenly sighed softly, brushed Feng Ling's earlobe with his lips, and whispered in his ear: "Ling'er, I love you."

Feng Ling's body froze slightly, and after a while, he said, "Me too."

As the sun slowly set on the western mountain, the two hugged each other tightly and remained silent, neither of them spoke until the night engulfed the earth, and the first empty cry came from Feng Ling's belly.

Ye Fuyi: "..."

Feng Ling: "...I'm hungry."

Ye Fuyi got up and pulled him up from the ground: "Come on, let's go eat."

Feng Ling nodded: "This time I want to eat roasted whole lamb."

When the lanterns first come on, the sea of ​​lights in Luoyang City is like flowers.Feng Ling and Ye Fuyi ordered a plate of roasted whole lamb, and sat face to face, and because they were facing the window, they could see a full moon when they looked up.

Tonight is seventeen.

"Why did you come with me today?" After drinking and eating, Feng Ling began to ask questions.

Ye Fuyi felt helpless for a while: "I'm worried about Ling'er."

"Nonsense, you are obviously jealous." Feng Ling corrected sharply.

Ye Fuyi readily admitted: "That's right, I'm jealous, so it's better for Ling'er not to associate with He Lianming in the future."

Feng Ling was angrily: "But I also have the right to make friends, I don't have the courage to do so, how can I be the leader of martial arts!"

"I am tolerant of others and everything, but Ling'er is not. You are mine, and no one is allowed to take it away."

Feng Ling coughed, her face flushed slightly.Since it's outside, it's better to speak in a low voice about this kind of private matter.

"You are stealing my secrets." Feng Ling changed the subject.

"I didn't." Ye Fuyi was very innocent, "I saw that He Lianming was very considerate to Ling'er, just like a weasel."

Feng Ling: "... Then I'm a chicken."

"No, you are Phoenix, and he is Toad."

"Ahem..." Feng Ling coughed again.How to become a toad/toad again is simply making trouble for no reason.

"Ling'er, let's go home." Ye Fuyi said.

Feng Ling nodded.It doesn't matter if you go back, it's better to stay on the bed to say the sweet love words, and open your mouth in public, it's simply too much to bear.

As soon as he stood up, he suddenly saw a person rushing upstairs, and when he saw Feng Ling, his eyes lit up.

"Young Master Feng!"

Feng Ling paused.

The man ran up to him, offering a long wooden box with both hands: "This is a gift from the owner of our family, entrusted by the villain."

Feng Ling was taken aback, raised his hand to receive the box, opened the lid, saw a long sword inside, and said in surprise, "Fengming Sword?"

The man nodded.

Feng Ling took out her long sword and said in a low voice, "Thank you for me, the master of your family."

After the man left, Ye Fuyi's eyes were a little complicated.

Feng Ling hugged Feng Mingjian warily, and said in a low voice: "I want this sword."

Ye Fuyi was helpless: "...Actually, I didn't intend to snatch it."

Feng Ling was still not at ease: "Even if He Lianming gave it to me, I still want it."

Ye Fuyi: "..."

"If you want to grab it, we will break off friendship!"

Ye Fuyi: "!!!" This is a big problem, the light in his eyes suddenly turned cold, startling Feng Ling, "You, you are not allowed to be rough, I can't beat you now!"

Ye Fuyi didn't know what to say anymore, the light in his eyes turned into helplessness and doting: "Keep it if you want it, actually I want to tell you that I was also looking for this sword for you, didn't you?" Thinking of Helian Ming being one step ahead of me."

Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out the blade, flicked it with his fingers, the blade trembled slightly, and made a soft moan.

Ye Fuyi took a panoramic view of the affection on his face and smiled slightly.

As long as Feng Ling is happy.