When night fell, Hua Qing put on a mask. She had planned to go to the lake to watch the lights for a while, but when she looked back, she couldn't find Mo Ye Yun's body.
Shadow, this is the first time he has lost him in three years. He has been like a child, unable to find his way ... in an instant, Hua Qing found it.
Your own flustered, looking for it, or not looking for it?
It was not until the sun set that thousands of lanterns gradually gathered into the starry sky on the ground. The evening breeze brought a biting coolness, and she sat in the first place.
Step, she tried to search his appearance and figure in her mind, only to find that her memory will always be the graceful Ye Yun childe.
He has purple hair and wears a light-colored shirt inlaid with jade. And the man who followed her for three years was too silent. Although she is used to it, she is not.
A little memory.
Mo Ye Yun, Hua Qing read it gently and gave a wry smile. He still won, didn't he? Together for three years, although he is
Dementia, but still won, because she still understood him, even though she didn't want to admit it, that kind of worry really spread in her heart. ...
When night falls, the lake lights up. She stood on the hillside and looked at the glitz below. There was one by her side for the first time.
No one, she finally made a decision and went to the lake to look for it.
The lake is bustling, gathering almost all the people in this town, and Huaqing is looking for the figure in memory among the crowd.
But it was fruitless until finally, she finally saw a figure playing a flute in the Shuige.
"Mo Ye Yun!" She shouted loudly, but her voice was too low and she was drowned in the noise of the crowd. She gritted her teeth and separated the layers.
The crowd crowded into the pavilion in the distance and hesitated to reach for his clothes.
"Ink Ye Yun ..."
The man turned his head, his eyes flashed, looked down at her hand and whispered, "The girl mistook me for someone else."
Blue painting a burst of embarrassment, hurriedly closed his hand, as early as the moment she grabbed his clothes, she knew she mistook one for another, even though he was wearing this dress.
The mask can't see the face, but the clothes on him are the best material. Mo Ye Yun has been wearing coarse clothes she bought casually for three years, and they are worn out.
Just buy another one. He can't wear such good clothes for a long time. Besides, his voice has been ...
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay." The man smiled, paused for a moment and said, "Is the person the girl is looking for similar to me? Just now.
Our family also mistook one for another. "
"Where is he?"
"West Street." The man's hand holding the flute was far away. He said softly, "It's over there by the lake, miss. If you don't mind, it's next home."
The boat is nearby. "Green painting hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded, but the lake is really a bit big. If you go around, I'm afraid so.
It's midnight ... I really don't know how Mo Ye Yun got so far.
"Childe ..."
"My name is Heng."
"Yoko." After drinking half a cup of tea, Hua Qing followed Heng Gongzi to the boat. Heng Gongzi seems to like drinking very much, and there are cups on the boat.
From glass to ceramics, there is a pot of wine on the table, and the smell of wine is overflowing. This blue painting full of wine is recognized as a specialty of Zhu Mo.
Ran Yan, many years ago, she looked for it every year. After wandering outside for a long time in recent years, she gradually lost her original impulse. Now the moonlight is just right.
The breeze on the lake was refreshing, and she couldn't help looking at it twice. As a result, it was Heng Gongzi who handed her the wine.
He said, "Girl, please." Moonlight is like yarn. He is wearing a mask. Blue painting can't see his expression clearly, but it can probably be imagined.
She smiled, but she didn't wriggle. She picked up the teacup, lifted the mask and took a sip. She smiled at him. I don't know why, but he gave in.
The breath of peace of mind made her unconsciously relax her vigilance.
Constant childe poured another cup, blue painting took it and drank it off.
A pot of wine soon reached the bottom and started drunkenly. It took a long time for the wine to come, only to find that Lanhua's head was groggy.
To make matters worse, Heng Gongzi played the flute and the cruise ship wandered all the way in the lake. She was bored and lazily leaned against the cabin to watch.
Around the moon, and then ... consciousness gradually blurred.
In the mist, it was Heng Gongzi's whisper: "Is the man the girl is looking for the girl's brother?"
"No."
"Are you good friends?"
"No."
"That ... is the husband's lover?"
Blue painting in a daze, although already found a comfortable posture at the table, closed his eyes, but still conscious, just listening.
See constant childe's question, but she was speechless, chose silence. In a short time, there was more silk on her shoulders, probably clothes and paintings.
The tortoise shrank its head and avoided answering. After a long time, he really fell asleep ... The last thing he heard was a faint sigh from Yoko.
He said, "When the girl is tired, just have a good rest and watch you ..." The moon hangs carefully like a hook.
When the breath of the blue painting gradually calmed down, Heng Gongzi's eyes became soft and his hands and feet became stiff, and he slowly reached out and took it off.
Under the mask, his eyebrows are picturesque, and the corners of his mouth are raw with a smile. It is not the silly Ye Yun, but the long-lost Regent Mo Ye Yun.
Brocade, he dare not scream. He only dared to say a word or two to her through this mask. She didn't recognize his voice and didn't know who it was.
After a long time or something, he can only smile bitterly. She never knew that she was too easily drunk, and a pot of drunkenness could make her feel safe.
Only after a night's sleep can he look at her impudently.
The blue painting on the table frowned slightly when the wind blew. Mo Yeyun smiled and gently took her into her arms.
"When will you be honest?" He sighed softly, and the green clothes in his arms were already unconscious, motionless and clever.
Sadly, he couldn't help poking her in the face, burying his head in a kiss on her lips, and somehow suddenly remembered something long ago.
She played the fool in the palace, but she couldn't help laughing. Now she is not the same as before, and the tables are turned.
"Three years, Brocade. Even after three years, I'm not in a hurry." He is no longer the Regent, he has been here all his life.
Play this ostrich-like game with her, don't you?
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