Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

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I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zhan Zhao feels that this year's moon seems to be extraordinarily round and extraordinarily bright, even the osmanthus trees in the shadow of the moon can be seen clearly, such a round moon seems to be hanging on the courtyard of the square sky, so close People can find it.

Although it was already autumn, the night breeze still carried the temperature of summer.

Zhan Zhao was only wearing a thin white silk lingerie and half lying on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, his body was filled with the heavy smell of wine.It seems that I haven't drank so much wine for a long time. The peach blossom drunk here by Yang Jian is soft, sweet and strong, but it is not inferior to the old Baigan at all.

Slightly drunk, Zhan Zhao didn't pay attention to what Yang Jian was doing at the moment.

Yang Jian has been standing behind Zhan Zhao for quite a while, looking at Zhan Zhao so peacefully looking at the round moon in the sky, fascinated by the full moon, the light of the moon lightly sprinkled on his body, coating his whole body. A layer of silver glow.In a trance, he seems to have returned to the bamboo building in the mountain village at the foot of Mount Hua for the first time. At that time, he had such a peaceful expression and hazy eyes. The moonlight drew a faint halo on the soft lines of his face. A water jade statue.

At that time, Yang Jian felt for the first time that Zhan Zhao and the moonlight were so harmonious.

As if aware of Yang Jian's arrival, Zhan Zhao was about to get up when he suddenly felt a lightness in front of his eyes, a white long gown was already draped over his body, and he said with a smile: "My body is hot, not cold."

Yang Jian's voice sounded from behind Zhan Zhao: "The fever is just a result of drinking too much alcohol. After all, it's already autumn, and it's better to be careful not to lose your confidence when it gets cold at night."

Zhan Zhao still stood up, turned his head and said, "Second brother underestimates me too much, no matter how bad it is, I have practiced kung fu for 20 years, how can I not even withstand the cold?" He said slowly Passed the long gown in his hand, "Besides, I rarely wear white clothes."

Yang Jian took it with a smile, put it on the back of the bamboo chair, and said, "You don't like this color? Then I will wear it less in the future."

Zhan Zhao shook his head slightly: "No, I like this pure color, and I also like to see my second brother wear this color, but I can't control this color, it's too... easy to get dirty."

Yang Jian's smile was obvious: "This reason is easy to understand."

Zhan Zhao looked at Yang Jian's smiling face, and asked doubtfully, "It's easy?"

Yang Jian lightly brushed his shoulder, and said: "Yes, you are so busy with the world, how can you be as leisurely as me, I don't think you have any attendants with you in Kaifeng mansion, how can you have time to dress yourself up."

Zhan Zhao slightly raised his eyebrows to agree, turned his head to look at the sky, suddenly became childish, and said with a smile, "Second brother, do you still remember when we first watched the moon together?"

Yang Jian pretended to frowned in thought, and shook his head slightly with a hint of apology.

Zhan Zhao said: "Second brother probably didn't have the heart to remember such trivial things at that time, just to remind you, it's in Huashan, on the roof of the bamboo building." As he spoke, Zhan Zhao tapped a toe on the dry ground to pluck a green onion and jumped up, stretched out his hand on the eaves Take a shot, turn over and twist your waist, and you have already reached the ridge of the roof, standing firmly on the roof tiles.

At this moment, a full moon was hanging in the sky, and Zhan Zhao's figure seemed to be imprinted in the moon.

Yang Jian looked a little dazed, and he didn't come back to his senses until Zhan Zhao waved his hand to signal him to go up too.

With fluttering clothes, Yang Jian landed on Zhan Zhao's side almost like a breeze, and Zhan Zhao sincerely praised: "Second brother is really good at martial arts, even if you don't use mana at all, you can be arrogant in the world with only your kung fu." gone."

Yang Jian smiled: "If I'm not a fairy body but just a mortal, wouldn't I be considered outstanding?"

Zhan Zhao stared and nodded seriously: "Absolutely!"

Yang Jian let out a laugh, and gently stroked Zhan Zhao's slightly thin shoulders, and said slowly, "I've heard all kinds of compliments and flattery for thousands of years, only these two words make me feel better." I don’t think it’s really hypocritical.”

Zhan Zhao was touched by his slightly pensive tone, and couldn't help sighing: "Second brother must be lonely too."

"Lonely?!" Yang Jian's hands trembled uncontrollably, but he didn't hide it. His heart suddenly became lonely, and he slowly turned around and lay down on the roof, leaning on his elbow and looking at the bright round of sky. The moon actually felt that the moon was a bit dazzling at this moment, so she couldn't help squinting her eyes slightly, "...I have relatives and friends, and I only need to call out and follow thousands of people. How do you see loneliness?"

Zhan Zhao sat down next to Yang Jian, the green tiles on the ridge of the roof were still warm after being exposed to the sun in the daytime, Zhan Zhao gently lowered his body close to Yang Jian's ear, and whispered: "That's how you can tell, no matter when No matter how many people surround the second brother, the heart of the second brother is always far away and unable to blend in. It is your relatives, such as Chen Xiang Xiaoyu, who are more respectful and less affectionate when they are by your side. When talking about you My friends, such as Master Sun or your cousin, they talk about your admiration more closely and less often... Or, I don’t know who is by your side, but you never show the slightest to anyone I think it's because you are an omnipotent god in their minds, you are their strongest support or guarantee, unlike when I first met you, I didn't go to that Maybe it’s because it’s easier to see.”

Yang Jian was speechless for a long time, just looking at the moon quietly, as if he didn't hear anything.

Zhan Zhao followed his gaze to look at the moon, and murmured: "Isn't the fairy Chang'e in the Moon Palace also very deserted and lonely? So she is full of moons and moons, hoping that even if there are long-term shortcomings in the world, there will always be a day of reunion." day."

Zhan Zhao didn't intend to listen to Yang Jian's conversation, he just suddenly felt a little sad in his heart.

Yang Jian's face was expressionless but he could hardly be patient. Zhan Zhao could see everything, so clearly and vividly.

Yang Jian felt that his eyes were damp and hot, and this feeling made him feel a little strange. He knew that it was only because he put himself in the deepest part of his heart, and because all his senses and emotions were pinned on him, that Zhan Zhao would look at it. So thorough and so clear.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand and slowly held Zhan Zhao's palm. Zhan Zhao's hand was still hot from drinking, but it was very peaceful.

Zhan Zhao felt that Yang Jian's hand was grasping, and he didn't resist, and let Yang Jian hold it tightly—but Yang Jian's grip was too tight, almost making Zhan Zhao's hand bones into a ball.

Zhan Zhao was in a bit of pain, although it was not unbearable but somewhat unexpected, Yang Jian has always been very gentle, never had any rough behavior, not even a rough look!

Zhan Zhao couldn't help lowering his head to look, but suddenly found that under the bright moonlight, Yang Jian's eyes were shining with crystal light, as if a deep pool full of autumn water would spill out with just a light touch.

Zhan Zhao was at a loss and said, "Second Brother..."

Yang Jian looked at him without blinking, as if he wanted to engrave Zhan Zhao's image deeply into his eyes. Zhan Zhao was startled by his gaze and didn't know what to do, but he was only flustered for a while and then gradually calmed down. , just smiling and quietly projected in the depths of Yang Jian's eyes.

Quiet only the moonlight is flowing...

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