Wrong Changhuan

The time in Bieyuan is quiet and leisurely.

Lin Changhuan felt that the recent time seemed to be teasing himself, sometimes long and sometimes short.Time flies when you don't want to make mistakes.When I miss her, I feel: the mountains are quiet like ancient times, and the days are as long as young years.

It has been half a month since I stayed in the mountains.The longing did not stop, but instead increased day by day and became more and more intense.

On this day, white clouds wandered away, covering up the sunny and warm autumn.By noon, the strong wind had arrived, and the fallen leaves were rolled up.

Lin Xun looked up at the sky and said, "It's windy, so it's a good day for drinking and talking indoors."

Yang Yan smiled and echoed, "That's so difficult. Those pots of peach blossoms that were buried the year before last are drunk, and now it's time for Kaifeng." Facing the wind, he picked up a hoe and went to the Chinese toon tree in the courtyard. Throw it down.

When Yang Yan tidied up and went to call Chang Huan, she was lying on the table alone in a daze.Hearing that there was wine, he followed.

The fault of Chang Huan's good wine is probably learned from Yang Yan.However, he also learned Yang Yan's short drinking habit.

In Yang Yan's words, there are advantages to drinking lightly.Drink a little when you are happy, and be happy.When you are sad, drink a little, and your sorrow will be gone.Drink a little when you have nothing to do, and be happy like a fairy.

Lin Xun's house smelled of herbs, presumably it was because Yang Yan fiddled with those herbs when he was free.At this time, it is mixed with wine and coriander, but it has a unique taste.

A plate of drunk crabs cooked by Lin Xun himself, a stack of freshly fried peanuts, and several jugs of wine were already set on the table.

Without seeing anyone else, Lin Changhuan picked up a pot, lifted the lid, took a big gulp, sat down on the stool and said, "Good wine."

Yang Yan said cheerfully, "That's natural, the wine made by Axun is not comparable to the ordinary wine."

Only then did Lin Changhuan pick up the jug, looked left and then said, "It really is the jug we made together the year before last. This wine is the Peach Blossom Drunk made by my second uncle at that time? It's really delicious."

Lin Xun picked up a chopsticks of drunken crabs and put them on the plates of Chang Huan and Yang Yan respectively, and said fondly, "Taste it."

Chang Huan and Yang Yan coincidentally started to eat directly, and they were not satisfied with the food.After eating a few pieces, he wiped his hands indiscriminately with the towel on the side of the plate, and a few yellow handprints appeared on the clean white towel.

Chang Huan said contentedly, "Second Uncle, if you go on like this, the chefs of Zuixian Pavilion will lose their jobs."

Yang Yan echoed, "That's right, that's right."

Lin Xun watched Chang Huan and Yang Yan's same actions, and smiled softly, "If you like it, I'd rather be a cook forever, that's fine."

Under the willingness, there is a heart that stays with each other.

At this moment, Chang Huan thought of Ah Cuo.

Lin Changhuan was full of envy, and asked, "Second Uncle, have you ever had the feeling that even though you just met someone not long ago, you feel in your heart that you have known someone for a long time?"

Lin Xun couldn't help thinking, "Who did you fall in love with at first sight?"

Yang Yan put down the jug in his hand, stared wide-eyed and said, "When did it happen? What's it called? Which family is it in the house? But I know it?"

The series of questions made Lin Changhuan a little overwhelmed, and he said a little embarrassedly, "I just read it in the script, so I'm a little curious, so I just asked..."

Lin Xun said, "Probably some people have come here to find each other in this life." He said and looked at Yang Yan tenderly.

Yang Yan shook his head and grinned, "It's also possible that bastard saw mung beans right. The biggest possibility is that he was attracted to him. Have you ever seen an ugly person who fell in love with you at first sight?"

Seeing the disdain on Chang Huan's face, Yang Yan continued, "I'm not talking nonsense. You see, in this Jianghu, if you meet a hero who saves the beauty, if the hero is a bit pretty, the woman will say it. I would like to repay you with your body. But if you change to someone with mediocre appearance, it will be a great kindness, and I will repay you in the next life."

What he said amused Lin Xun.

Lin Changhuan touched his cheek, wondering in a daze, "Then I am pretty, right?"

Lin Xun said with a smile, "You forgot what Ayan usually said about you, a little fairy."

Only then did Lin Changhuan feel relieved, and said happily, "Drink. Respect for some pretty people."

The three clinked glasses and laughed together.

Yang Yan couldn't help but sighed, "Xiao Huanhuan, you are too smug. You are even worse than me." After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but think that he had a chic haircut.

After the three rounds of drinking, the jug has bottomed out.Yang Yan walked out the door and asked Uncle Zhong to bring two more jugs of wine.Judging by Yang Yan's posture, he would not return home unless he was drunk.

If you only drink one kind of wine, you won't get drunk so quickly.It's just that they drank peach blossom wine before, but now they brought in sweet-scented osmanthus wine left over from the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The small wine glass was inadvertently replaced by a large one.Soon, Yang Yan started to talk a little bald.He also seemed a little wobbly when he got up.

The other two were not much better.

Lin Changhuan's face was flushed, and she felt a little drunk.Said, "I seem to be drunk."

Lin Xun and Yang Yan looked at each other in tacit understanding, laughed and raised their glasses at the same time, Yang Yan said with a smile, "Congratulations to our little Huanhuan, who is drunk for the first time in her life."

They have experienced and remembered almost all the first times of Changhuan together, and this time is no exception.

Chang Huan toasted at the same time, drank another, and then asked with a blurred smile, "Uncle, you say, if I am the killer of Mingyue Tower, but one day I don't want to be a killer, is it okay?"

Yang Yan rested his chin on one hand, took another sip of wine, and said, "Silly girl, do you think that being a killer means you can come and go whenever you want?... You really think that Mingyuelou is an inn..."

Then he turned his head and said to Lin Xun with a smile, "Ah Xun, she is really drunk. She has started... talking nonsense."

Chang Huan raised his left hand, gently pinched the tip of his index finger with his thumb, and smiled at Yang Yan and the others, "I just feel a little...drunk, but this feeling is so strange." The man giggled for a while.

As night fell, the house gradually darkened.

Lin Xun's figure was slightly unsteady, but he still turned on the lamp, and the room suddenly became much brighter.

Lin Changhuan murmured softly, "It's too dangerous to be a killer...it's not suitable...you have to worry about it...worry about it." He touched the wine cup in his hand to Yang Yan's and said loudly , "You haven't answered me yet... Is there a way to escape from Mingyue Tower... without being a killer?"

Yang Yan half-closed his eyes, blushed and said loudly, "Mingyuelou's killers have a thread on their body...a thread...can't run away. If you say you don't want to be a killer, the only...the only one The solution is to untie the thread.”

Chang Huan approached Yang Yan with a big head, and asked doubtfully, "What the hell is a lead...?"

Lin Xun stared in confusion and interjected, "One thread is a kind of fragrance extracted from flowers. The fragrance is extremely fragrant, but it is tasteless. Don't you know that if you follow a thread for thousands of miles, thousands of flowers can cover up a hundred days of redness."

Yang Yan patted the table and agreed, "That's a good point. Hundred Days Red... Hundred Days Red... is something that can be restrained by a thread." After finishing speaking, he burped.

Chang Huan lazily repeated, "Hundred Days Red? Hundred Days Red..." As he spoke to himself, he laughed silly and asked, "Where is Hundred Days Red?"

Yang Yan slapped the table and stood up, drank the wine in the glass and said, "Back then...if there was a Hundred Day Red...only...only Xiaoyao Island Xie's family..."

Yang Yan's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he seemed to be muttering to himself, "I'm just short of the hundred-day red...haven't grown it yet...".Before the words fell, he was about to fall, but fortunately Lin Xun had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he held him up.

"Ayan, you're drunk. Come on, I'll help you lie down and rest." Lin Xun said as he wobbled and helped Yang Yan onto the couch.

Lin Changhuan thought about going to help, but his hands and feet were a little stiff, and he walked in a daze.

Lin Changhuan looked at Lin Xun who was taking off Yang Yan's shoes and clothes, and said, "Second uncle, I'm going back to my room. I...I'm fine...I'm going back first...I'm so happy. Second uncle, good night. "

When the door was opened, the cold wind outside the door poured into the room, making Lin Changhuan shiver, but at the same time he seemed to wake up a little bit.

But it was just a momentary illusion, she liked the feeling of being drunk very much.

Chang Huan staggered back to his room, there was already a maid holding the lamp in the room, after Chang Huan rested, he carefully took the door out.

Chang Huan lay down on the bed and fell asleep.But Lin Xun was worried, and followed him again. Seeing that Chang Huan was asleep, he quietly covered the quilt for her, and then went back to the room with peace of mind.

Lin Changhuan didn't know how long it had passed, but in a blur, she felt some itching on her cheeks, she was still drunk, she closed her eyes and reached out to grab something, but she caught something that was slightly cold but soft, and immediately opened her blurred eyes.

What appeared in front of her eyes was An Cuo's face, sitting on the edge of her bed, with one hand held by Chang Huan.

Chang Huan smiled and shook his head and said, "Ah Cuo, so... I dreamed of you again." Still holding onto An Cuo's hand, he held on tightly.His eyes gradually closed again.

An Cuo said, "You're not dreaming, it's me. I'm here to see you."

These words made Lin Changhuan struggle to open his eyes again.

An Cuo smelled a strong smell of alcohol and said, "Are you drunk? I'll come to see you some other day." As he spoke, he wanted to pull away.

Lin Changhuan thought he was still in a dream, but sat up, hugged An Cuo, and said with grievance, "I don't want you to go...A Cuo, I have been waiting for you for a long time, a long time...Why don't you Come see me sooner?"

An Cuo patted Chang Huan's back lightly, and said in a gentle tone she had never had before, "Didn't I come?" She traveled non-stop from Kansai to Jiangling for days.

An Cuo has never thought that she also has the urge to see someone, the urge to rush her into her arms, and the urge to say "I miss you too" gently.

Chang Huan buried his head on An Cuo's shoulder, and murmured, "Hundred Days Red...I will definitely find Hundred Days Red, and then I will be able to untie the thread...you will be free...Ah That's right, you're free."

An Cuo was stunned, "Why? Why did you help me?"

Chang Huan's voice passed through An Cuo's body to his ears, the voice trembled but was exceptionally clear, "A Cuo, I like you...I want to be with you...forever... .”

This sentence made An mistake, and his eyes were wet.

When the tears slid down her cheeks and flowed into her mouth, she realized that she had tears too.

Tears that I haven't seen for many years flowed because of the sentence "I like you".

As a killer, there should be no love.As the hall master of Mingyuelou Killer Hall, cold-blooded and ruthless should be her incarnation, and missions are the mission and meaning of her life.

But why did my heart move, and it hurt again.

But at this moment, everything seemed unimportant, only the person in front of her eyes, the person in her arms, was so real, and she wanted to hug her tightly.

An Cuo thought to herself, if this moment is a dream, how much she wants to never wake up.

Chang Huan struggled restlessly, and involuntarily stroked An Cuo's cheek with both hands, as if he wanted to engrave her image into his heart.She gently stroked An Cuo's eyes, nose, and lips. She touched tears, but shook her head in a daze, and her eyes were flushed.

At this moment, a pair of thin lips gently kissed the tears, like a dragonfly on the water.

An Cuo never thought that Chang Huan would kiss her on the cheek.Only she didn't refuse.

The next moment, An Cuo took the initiative to kiss Chang Huan's lips, and threw Chang Huan down on the couch with a bit of coldness and domineering.

Chang Huan clumsily returned the kiss, as if there were endless words to say silently, as if they had crossed one cycle after another.

The candlelight flickered, lingering endlessly.Chang Huan's hand began to caress Ah Cuo's body restlessly.

Chang Huan kissed An Cuo's neck forgetfully.

This is their fourth meeting, but at this moment An Cuo is soberly aware that she kissed the woman in front of her, and she always thought of her. It turned out that she fell in love with this woman named Chang Huan.She wants her, just not now.

An Cuo finally let go of Chang Huan, panting heavily.

Then, An Cuo just hugged Chang Huan and said, "Go to sleep."

That night, Chang Huan slept very peacefully.She dreamed that she was flying in the mountains, and dreamed of a beautiful but cold-tempered fairy. They laughed and ran together, so carefree.