The rivers and lakes can't stand it

The night is already very deep, the moonlight shines on the corridor, the wandering light is like a pool of clear waves, and the rockery in the courtyard is filled with thin snow, which seems to have just fallen.

That caravan must have made a lot of money, because Qiu Zhuoxue has already smelled the fragrance of flowers from the wind, and he can almost imagine the snow condensing into frost among the delicate petals, making the fragrance longer.

Feng Manlou seldom leaves Shanyu Xiaozhuang. Apart from swords, he has no great interest in anything. Although this change is sudden, it is not completely without trace.

After all, Feng Manlou is not a truly heartless person.

"Is it because of my aunt that so many flowers are planted in the village?" Qiu Zhuoxue asked.

Although the flowers and plants are pleasant, it is very troublesome to take care of them, and it is even more boring for a person like Feng Manlou. He doesn't know many people, and even fewer people care about them.If anyone could make him willingly go out to buy flowers and order them to take good care of them, it could only be his parents.

Uncle Feng has never been interested in flowers and plants.

"Uncle Xun is taking care of it, I just paid for it." Feng Manlou said softly, "Mother thinks that Zhuangzi is plain, saying that he has no vitality. She doesn't like it, so she asked me to plant some flowers and plants. I don't know anything about it, but I vaguely remember you You told me that the camellia is a kind of Suihan, and after blooming, it looks like a cloud, which sounds very suitable for my mother's preference."

People tend to trust their friends' opinions more in areas they don't understand. For Feng Manlou, Qiu Zhuoxue is an elegant person, and the flowers he likes must be good flowers, which is why he bought camellias.

Of course, Qiu Zhuoxue understands what Auntie means, not just because she thinks Zhuangzi is deserted. Women who become mothers tend to put most of their energy on their children. Whether their children are seven years old or 27 years old, they all need to be cared for. treasures.

She hoped that Feng Manlou would put down the sword, try more things in life, and experience the more beautiful scenery in the world, but she was unwilling to force her child, let alone get angry with her child, so she could only spread her temper on On this deserted and lonely Zhuangzi.

Of course, the love of parents for their children is beyond doubt, but the feelings of children for their parents are often ignored.

Just like Feng Manlou, although he couldn't understand his mother's real thoughts, he was willing to work hard for her mother's joy and anger.

"Auntie will definitely be very pleasantly surprised." Qiu Zhuoxue stared at this good friend and said softly, "No matter what you buy, she will always like it."

Feng Manlou's expression was still very calm: "Then I spent so much money in vain?"

Qiu Zhuoxue was startled when he heard the words, and then couldn't help laughing out loud. Although Feng Manlou didn't smile, the ice and snow on his face seemed to have melted away.

The world always only sees Feng Manlou's ruthlessness and his almost crazy sincerity towards Jian, but they are often unwilling to approach him to truly understand this man of flesh and blood.

The two walked in the snow for a while, and saw a few old plum trees blooming early, and the treetops were full of flowers, protruding from the wall, like the crimson hands of a beauty, Qiu Zhuoxue suddenly said: "Such a beautiful scenery, it is really suitable for drinking .”

"Follow me." Feng Manlou turned around and left.

He doesn't drink alcohol. Alcohol can make ordinary people express their feelings, make poets show their talents, and make heroes and heroes surge with enthusiasm. These are all taboos in the wind.

People who don't drink have good wine and wine, of course, for their friends.

Although the flowers do not bloom for the autumn snow, the wine is brewed for the autumn snow.

The bright moon shines on the gazebo, and there are two people sitting on the mat under the gazebo. There are three jars of fine wine, and the wind is all over the building without a single drop of wine. There is a noise.

Feng Manlou's hand was more stable than Mount Tai, but lighter than fallen leaves, with only a slight movement, his two fingers were already grasping a very delicate wooden box.

Inside is a pill.

Feng Manlou didn't say anything, Qiu Zhuoxue didn't need to say anything, they just watched the bright moon above the treetops silently together.

……

After staying in the villa for five days, Yang Qing began to doubt her hasty judgment.

According to his observations over the past few days, Qiu Zhuoxue and Feng Manlou are like a pair of chopsticks, sticky but straight, Yang Qing's body has shrunk, not his brain, of course he can see that this is the friendship between men.

But why on earth did Qiu Zhuoxue say that she was not worthy of being a romantic friend?

As long as you get this answer, everything will be solved.

Thinking about it this way, the child's health is actually a little bit better. Even if he said something wrong, Feng Manlou probably wouldn't just draw his sword and cut him off... right?

If you want to know the answer, you must avoid Qiu Zhuoxue and start from Fengmanlou.This pair of good friends stay together most of the time, sometimes they are practicing sword moves, sometimes they are competing, and sometimes they will sit and drink together. .

But it's not like sticking to each other every day. For example, this morning, Qiu Zhuoxue went to serve Camellia, while Feng Manlou was practicing sword.

Yang Qing got up early in the morning, and slipped to the courtyard after breakfast. There were a few trees planted in the courtyard, and he could vaguely see the clothes flapping in the wind, like a white crane in the snow.

He was so fascinated by it that he almost forgot his purpose. He couldn't help but poked his head to look, and unconsciously got closer, closer.

Yang Qing didn't know martial arts, so naturally he didn't know that he was standing too close, but Feng Manlou suddenly turned around and threw out his sword, this move was fast and urgent, like a thunderbolt suddenly fell in front of him.His pupils shrank suddenly, but he couldn't move his legs. He felt that what was passing by his face was not the sword's edge, but the frosty moonlight.

The young man's eyelids had just blinked, Feng Manlou had put his sword back into its sheath, elegantly combing its long feathers like a white crane, his expression was still calm.

"Little Master." The elusive Xun Bo brought hot water and hot tea, breaking the silence of one big and one small. He looked at Yang Qing kindly, "Young Master is here too, do you want to see the Young Master dancing sword?"

Only then did Yang Qing remember the rules in martial arts novels, and hurriedly said: "I... I just... I didn't come here to steal a lesson, I don't know any martial arts at all, I just want to find Feng Da... Uh, Brother Feng chat."

"Talk?" Xun Bo's eyes suddenly showed surprise for some reason, and his expression became more loving, "This is a good thing, we should talk more."

Feng Manlou didn't say a word, just wiped his face and washed his hands with hot water.

But Xun Bo left as elusive as when he came, and at the same time, he disappeared, as well as the water basin, towel and sword that was full of wind.

This old man is really amazing.Yang Qing couldn't help admiring in his heart.

Although Feng Manlou didn't speak, he quickly brought Yang Qing to the tea room, where a copper pot was prepared for heating, and the charcoal fire was black and red, slightly lit, warmer than today's sun.

The teapot was still steaming, apparently freshly brewed boiling water.

"What do you want to tell me?" Feng Manlou's eyes did not look like what a human being should have. Inside were the pure white snow of Cangshan Mountain, and the coldness overwhelmed the charcoal fire, spreading into Yang Qing's bone marrow strand by strand.

Yang Qing was a little nervous, he took a deep breath, and decided to start with boasting: "Brother Feng, you are really amazing, you were able to stop just now."

"The sword of a swordsman should be a part of the body." Feng Manlou said indifferently, "A swordsman who can't control his sword is a joke."

Yang Qing: "..."

Although Yang Qing didn't understand Jianghu, he believed that Feng Manlou's words must have offended many people.

He scratched his head, thought about it carefully, and decided to scrutinize it from the side first: "Brother Feng, I heard from Brother Qiu that those camellias grow very well. Do you like camellias very much?"

"I don't like it." Feng Manlou replied, "I don't hate it either."

Yang Qing's question suddenly became cautious: "Then you bought these flowers just to make others happy?"

Feng Manlou nodded: "Yes, I hope she is happy."

"Even if he only comes to sit occasionally?"

"Ah."

Yang Qing's mood became very complicated: "He must be very important to you."

"To me, she is better than everything in the world." Feng Manlou's expression was still calm, but he didn't know why the boy opposite seemed to be about to faint.

Yang Qing murmured: "Brother Feng, you and Brother Qiu are so close that you can hardly be friends."

They may not only be friends, but also brothers and relatives.

Although Feng Manlou didn't know why the topic was jumping so fast, his face was already warmer than a copper basin burning with charcoal fire. He didn't say anything, but there was no need to say anything, as long as anyone with eyes can see it. come out.

Looking at his face, Yang Qing felt like a cat that couldn't spit out a hairball, but he still decided to fight tenaciously to the end.

"I heard that you are best friends, but Brother Qiu said that he is not worthy to be your friend. Did he do something bad?" Yang Qing tried hard to look like a naive child instead of a mentally handicapped, "Can you forgive him?"

Feng Manlou immediately understood what Qiu Zhuoxue meant. Thinking of his best friend's dim drunken eyes and smiling expression, he looked at the young man in front of him, and couldn't help being silent for a while: "Forgive? He deserves everything I do in return, but I may not .” Pain flashed across his face.

Looking at the white clouds outside the window, he thought of his parents' forced smiles, Qiu Zhuoxue's lonely look under the moon, and the deep worries hidden in the hearts of his relatives and close friends, he was not completely unaware.

It's just that he never thinks about it, and no one forces him to think about it, and he can't make any promises either.

Yang Qing couldn't help being moved.

Under the cold sunshine, Feng Manlou's face was no longer as rosy as before. This question seemed to turn him from a peerless swordsman into a seriously ill mortal.

He also finally understood the real answer.

If it was really just friends, how could Feng Manlou plant Qiu Zhuoxue's favorite camellias in his residence, just for him to appreciate when he came to visit; if it was really a discord between friends, he is not worthy of being friends This sentence should have filled Feng Manlou with anger, not self-blame.

In fact, it should have been realized from the very beginning, how could friends who have had an awkward relationship be so close.

What is difficult to cross between them is not friendship, nor is it a same-sex relationship.

It is a heavier and more desolate life and death.

That's why they stay in the same place on the relationship of best friends, and no one is willing to move forward, but subconsciously, they can't help but reveal a little truth in a few words.

Yang Qing's nose was already sore, and tears almost rolled out of his eyes.

Although Feng Manlou's mood fluctuated, he was used to restraint, and soon recovered his calm. Seeing Yang Qing's eyes with tears, he was slightly surprised.

This little friend Zhuo Xue knew.Feng Manlou thought, but he is a lover.

The author has something to say:

Yang Qing——The victim of the information cocoon room.

It’s hard to say who is persecuting whom in this chapter, I don’t know why it feels like it’s hard for Feng Manlou to be persecuted X