The wind

It's raining again in Jinling.

The rain became denser little by little, and fell on Li Yunmo's shoulders one after another under the response of the wind, weaving together the past and recent years of Li's mansion.

Li Yunmo was walking in the courtyard, holding the homework left by his master in one hand, he raised the other hand to cover the rain, but saw a man squatting on a dangerous rockery and smiling at him through his blurred eyelashes.

"My name is Jiang Ling, and the small characters are clear." Jiang Ling wet most of his body, a pair of deer eyes fixed on Li Yunmo, and the two small tiger teeth inlaid on his smile gleamed, "You are the twelve young masters, you It's so beautiful, can I kiss you now?"

"You! What nonsense are you talking about!" Li Yunmo's face was flushed, after all, what he had always heard was from emotion to logic, and Jiang Ling's bold words felt like an insult to him.

I have never met or offended him, why did he humiliate me like this?How do men and men make each other?This was what Li Yunmo was thinking when he turned around in anger.

Jiang Ling was still calling him behind his back. The Twelve Young Master called him, but he didn't follow.

That year, Li Yunmo was twelve years old, and his legs were still intact; Jiang Ling was fourteen years old, but he was still awake.

……

It started with the words that seemed to cross the border, and then Jiang Ling always climbed over the wall to look for Li Yunmo, and every time he still wanted to kiss him.At first, Li Yunmo didn't agree, but later on, he didn't know which tendon was wrong. Maybe there was no reason to reject the lotus seeds peeled by Jiang Ling and the plates of red bayberry and fresh lychee; or he was sucked away by those confusing eyes. Out of the soul——half-push and half-down, Jiang Ling was allowed to lie at the table and read his eunuchs and copy articles.

"Amo, I want to marry you." Despite the cold, the two climbed to the top of Li's Mansion before the beginning of spring, watching the fireworks exploding in the distance, Jiang Ling said excitedly.

"You marry me?" Li Yunmo smiled and took Jiang Ling into his arms, "It's almost as good as I marry you."

"Then...then will you treat me lightly?" Jiang Li moved to Li Yunmo's chest with a white breath, and stretched his hand in to keep warm, "...haven't tried it with Amo yet. "

"Naturally." The fiery trees and silver flowers bordering the sky caused Li Yunmo to burn his whole body, and he turned over to untie Jiang Ling's knot.

The remnant snow is the clouds, the sun and the moon seem to be frightened, the stars and rivers are like a cover, and the languid love troubles Luo Yi, Liang Shangyan from life to life.

Li Yunmo was sixteen that year, and he still had both legs; Jiang Ling was eighteen, and he was not sick.

……

Time waits for no one, and after years and years, it will be Li Yunmo's birthday in a blink of an eye.

Li Yunmo waited from early to dark, but he didn't wait for Jiang Ling, and he also came less frequently recently, Li Yunmo couldn't help thinking of dreaming of Hua Xu*.After being urged several times by Fei Lai, the servant girl who served beside her, Li Yunmo returned to the room while sighing.

That is, the moment he turned around, the voice that thought day and night came from behind him: "Amo."

"Amo!"

"Amo's birthday, how can I forget it." Jiang Ling waited for Li Yunmo to turn around, and pointed to the bow-shaped Emei on her head, with a smile on her cheeks, and her words were extremely gentle, "Daddy came back today to keep me... ...That's why I came late...Amo, don't get angry with me, I brought you a piece of moonlight, how about it?"

The Jiang Yu in front of me may have stumbled on the way here, and there was a big scratch on his handsome face. Li Yunmo snorted, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes unconsciously, passing through Qiongzhu and Qingyu, Chongluan and Feng Lin ran towards the man under the moon as if fleeing.

He also didn't know why he was so apologetic and sobbing, feeling overwhelmed with grief.

Li Chongheng, the plotter of Yi Que, can only be that Li Yunmo in front of Jiang Dancheng, who is not full of fists.

Only he will care whether he is happy or not.

Only he will care whether he is alone or not.

Only he will treat himself wholeheartedly.

Only him.

"I'll give you a complete one when the moon is full, otherwise it will appear that I'm not sincere enough, and Amo will annoy me again." Jiang Yu said again, and as he spoke, he took a few steps forward and came to Li Yunmo.

Li Yunmo was watched by Jiang Lingxun's eyes all the time, breathed and heard, suddenly became nervous and seemed to be unconscious for some reason.

Jiang Ling took another two steps forward, grabbed Li Yunmo's hand, fell on one knee, and looked up at him: "In the future, I will give you everything in this world, and I will give you whatever you want. It is dignified and upright.”

"Amo, what do you say?"

Li Yunmo nodded slightly, wanting to say something appropriate to the occasion, but hesitated for a moment, only to feel that the self just now really occupied all of his sincerity, so he had no choice but to open his mouth, and the words were not expressive. A sentence: "Are you hungry?"

"In ancient times, Wang Wangmei quenched his thirst and painted cakes to satisfy his hunger. Today, we have you and me wiping the moonlight*, which is also a good story." Jiang Ling smiled, and his eyes deepened, "But it's still different."

Li Yunmo didn't know what strange idea he came up with: "What's the difference?"

"They had to do it, but we did it voluntarily." Jiang Ling paused, and the arc of his mouth became even wider, "Especially me, my heart is like the autumn moon, and I treat Amo with nothing fancy, nothing to be ashamed of." Billon, teach me how to speak."

Jiang Dancheng, you know it's the same for you, teach me how to say it.

That night, the self in the moonlight and the wind and the moon, Jiang Ling's straight back underneath, the two of them sucking the intertwined lips, the soul after losing their minds and collapsing, but it was all to match the sentence of a time of exhaustion. Show mercy.

It's too beautiful to be drunk with sweat and love.

The two stayed until the fourth watch, and when Li Yunmo got up to wipe Jiang Ling's body, he who had already fallen asleep trembled, frowning and resisting in a rare way, Yuanyang essence-blood flowed down his calves, one after another, There was an indistinct raving in his mouth: "...that's not a heart disease, I don't have a disease of doubt."

Later, when Li Yunmo thought of this incident, he suddenly realized that all tragedies started with signs.

On the day after that night, that is, on a certain day in the first year of Shuofeng, Li Yunmo followed Li Yunyi to the Nanshan hunting ground.

Then when Li Yunmo opened his eyes again, his legs had already lost feeling, but in his mind, the falling horse and falling, the raging waves, and the rocks piercing into the bone forced Li Yunmo to wake up from the pain; The disease started at that time.

At that time, Jiang Ling couldn't concentrate when he saw Li Yunmo's eyes, he stayed close to Li Yunmo's bedside, no matter how much Jiang Lan tried to pull and persuade him, he just refused to leave for half a step.

It turned out that Jiang Ling's day came late. It was his father Jiang Tu who brought a famous doctor back from the capital to cure Jiang Ling's suspicious illness. After that, he taught him to escape.

However, Li Yunmo's falling off the cliff and being disabled caused Jiang Ling's first illness.

"Do you still count on what you told me before?" After Li Yunmo knew the reason why Jiang Ling came late on his birthday, he finally said the first sentence.

"The one who counts, the one who counts!" Jiang Ling tightly twisted the hem of Li Yunmo's clothes, "What does Amo want?"

I'm afraid, Jiang Ling, you can't afford what I want.

Li Yunmo closed his eyes, and Jiang Xirong's own eyes were written in black and white. It was the crime of the sixth brother he once admired and followed. It was a fact that Li Yunmo could not deny. He could only pursed his lips fiercely: "I I want... Li Yunyi's life."

Jiang Ling, Jiang Ling, if you and I have no chance to divide the green bamboos lightly, and walk slowly on the canopy, don't startle the court crows; then follow me to the eighteen heavy mud plows in the ruined wells.

He was drunk and sleepy, but I couldn't be honest with him.

That year, Li Yunmo was eighteen, and he had no feeling in his legs; Jiang Ling was twenty, and he was in a deep daze.

……

Going back to Wei Xiaoluan who lived in Yizhuang in Jiangfu for five years in Shuofeng, after watching Li Zhongnan and Xiao Zhouheng leave, maybe the two of them explained something to the people outside the door, although the yamen servants did not enter the room again Come, but she is still a bit of a shadow of a snake, and she still feels that there is a line of sight glued to her back.

She didn't understand why everyone was pushed to one place invisibly, and was forced to make some choices.

This made Wei Xiaoluan very suffocated - in this way, it was no different from her being in the palace.

It turned out that it was so difficult to move everywhere, getting out of one cage and entering another. In the final analysis, I was too naive.

"are you OK."

Suddenly a human form appeared in front of Wei Xiaoluan's eyes, he broke her armor and repented, feeling sorry for herself, which startled her.

Seeing that the person who came was the one who made Wei Xiaoluan feel bad, she couldn't help being bitter and dissatisfied in her eyes: "Crap! What are you doing!"

"I'm sorry, actually... Actually, I heard something." Yu Bocheng bowed his waist, his tone was hoarse, "Reminiscing about the things before, I always feel that there is something weird in it."

"What?" Wei Xiaoluan's face darkened, and he crossed his arms, waiting to see what Yu Bocheng could say.

"Do you know that Jiang Xi was originally engaged?"

Wei Xiaoluan's eyes moved, but his expression was still not very good-looking: "...Isn't his marriage agreement originally made with the Eleventh Miss of the Li Mansion?"

"No, in fact, it wasn't Miss Eleven who made the marriage contract at the beginning, but for some reason, around the second year of Shuofeng, she suddenly regretted her marriage and married the current one."

"This...how could it be?" Wei Xiaoluan naturally didn't believe it, he shook his head and said, "It has been rumored that the two of them are destined for each other, don't forget it wrong."

"It's true, I won't lie to you." Yu Bocheng was extremely firm in his words, "The question now is, why did Jiang Xi regret the marriage? What happened in the second year of Shuofeng that he had to marry Li's man?" Where's Miss Eleven?"

Wei Xiaoluan frowned, only to feel that Yu Bocheng was the only one who was digging into the dead end with such unfounded circumstances: "You are not the party involved in the marriage, how do you know the twists and turns? Maybe the woman chose a good son-in-law again. I can't see Jiang Shi anymore."

"No, no."

"Why not?" Wei Xiaoluan couldn't help being a little angry when he saw Yu Bo acting like he was doing his own thing.

"Xiao Luan, I checked." Yu Bocheng called out in a low voice, and lowered his head, "The woman was robbed by bandits shortly before Jiang Pian married Li Ningsu, and the whole family died cleanly. Life is gone, how can we continue our marriage?"

The author has something to say: Li Chongheng's conspiracy is not full of fists and Jiang Dancheng.

First disease, suspected disease, heart disease, disease of seeing doubts, these are other names for ancient mental illness.

(Wheelchair Gong and idiot Shou, what the hell am I doing???)

Fei Lai, the maid beside Li Yunmo, was first mentioned in Chapter 4 by Li Zhongnan.

Li Yunmo and Li Yunyi encountered an accident when they went to the hunting ground, which was mentioned in Chapter 22.

Yimeng Huaxu: Refers to a dream.From "Liezi Yellow Emperor".

Zi Yi Yi Qi: looking for troubles; inviting disasters.

Wipe the moon and wind: mǒyuèbǐfēng means to use Fengyue as a dish.This is a witty way of saying that the literati express that their families are poor and have nothing to entertain guests.

悃愊无华: kǔnbìwúhuá, sincere but not superficial.Describe the sincerity, not false.