The night wind blew in from the window and slapped Lin Wanwan's face coldly. She lazily raised her red lips and said with a cold smile, "If you don't go... I'll be with you... Sister, come here What do you want from me?"
There was a coldness in the depths of her eyes, with a bit of drunkenness and alienation, but it could not hide the charm and enchantment emanating from the wine and color between her brows.
Su Jingqian's cold eyes suddenly softened, and his gaze became a little hot for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace, like water passing through without leaving a trace.
After waiting for a long time, there was no answer from him. Lin Wanwan looked at him impatiently and saw that he was slightly curling his lips and staring at her with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows actually looked a bit sultry. The charm, and the thin red lips, I don’t know if they drank tea or wine, but they also exuded a charming color...
Her heart was beating wildly, inexplicably and somewhat uncontrollably.
Lin Wanwan shook her head vigorously, trying to keep herself awake, thinking in her heart that she must have drank too much... Drinking really caused trouble, and the ancients did not deceive me.
Su Jingqian didn't say anything more, he just stood up with a happy look and said to her, "Let's go."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several strong men walking in from the door. Then, Luo Huaizhou, who was drunk and unconscious, was dragged out of the door by several people.
"..."
Watching this battle, Lin Wanwan suddenly sobered up from her drunkenness, and she silently wiped away tears for Luo Huaizhou in her heart.
In order to avoid being treated like Luo Huaizhou, she stood up immediately and staggered for a few steps before she was grabbed by Su Jingqian. He frowned and said, "You look like this, I'm afraid you haven't gotten out of this before." The door of Xiangcui Tower will fall and be bruised and swollen."
When Lin Wanwan heard this, she was reminded of Luo Huaizhou's tragic situation just now. She felt a little panicked and quickly took a step back.
Su Jingqian looked at her funny, walked up to her, squatted down with his back to her, "Come up, I'll carry you back."
She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Su Jingqian's words stuck in her throat. He pointed to a few strong men standing outside and asked, "Or let them drag you back?"
Lin Wanwan immediately lay on his back without thinking.
She obviously didn't see the sly smile on Su Jingqian's lips at this time.
The night was dark, and there were few pedestrians left on the street. Su Jingqian carried her and walked under the moonlight. Their overlapping shadows were stretched very long, like a splash-ink painting. As long as they kept walking like this, they would stretch. Thousands of miles.
Lin Wanwan looked at the shadows of the two people stuck together, feeling as if she had been knocked over by Huanglian, and was extremely bitter.
That night, she had a lot to say to him. There were countless unspeakable thoughts in her heart, and she wanted to tell him everything she wanted to say or didn't dare to say. However, it no longer exists now. Just like their figures projected on the ground at this time, they will only be scattered into fragments of time on the ground.
Su Jingqian's steps were very steady, and she was silent all the way, which made her feel tired. She closed her eyes very sleepily. Before she completely lost consciousness, she seemed to hear herself asking vaguely, "do you like her?"
Su Jingqian listened to the long and steady breathing from his back, and the corners of his mouth curved into a nice curve. His eyes were gentle and affectionate, as if he could melt all the coldness in the world into this tenderness. He murmured Said: "Since I was a child, I have only loved one girl. I met her when I was ten years old, and I have always admired her."
He would never forget that first glimpse of her.
——Under the maple forest, on the swing, at a glance, everything is inferior to me.
That day, when he first arrived at Fomalhaut's Gate, he followed his attendants as he passed by the verandah. A burst of joyful laughter broke into his ears, as clear as the running water of a stream, and as sweet as the collision of silver bells.
He couldn't help but stop and look over from a distance.
Under a maple forest burning like a flame, a swing rises and falls. Sitting on the swing is a girl with porcelain skin as thick as snow, black hair like a waterfall, red clothes like fire, and the skirt is swinging in the wind, just like her feet. Red lotuses can bloom and sway in the wind.
Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she could still see her slightly upturned face shining brightly in the sun, as if her whole body was exuding a moving brilliance that made people unable to take their eyes away.
"Who's on the swing?"
He asked softly to the attendant beside him, for fear of disturbing this beautiful picture.
"The third prince is Lin Wanwan, City Lord Shen's niece."
wisps of autumn wind came slowly, blowing her black hair, blowing her red skirt, blowing off the red leaves on the tree, and blowing into his passionate peach blossom eyes.
At that moment, he couldn't tell whether it was the wind that was moving or his heart.
In the winter of the second year at Fomalhaut, he received the news that his mother and his brother had passed away three months ago. He could not even see them for the last time. Bone-breaking grief occupied his heart, making it difficult for him to calm down for a long time.
He locked himself in his room for three days. During these three days, he thought a lot, clarified a lot, and saw through a lot. His existence has sacrificed too many people, and even his most precious relatives have left him one by one. Who should he blame, and who should he hate?
From the day he was born, his responsibility and mission were destined. God has always been cruel and testing to him, even if there is a short-term tenderness, it will be destroyed mercilessly in the end.
Three days later, when he opened the door, he saw the girl who liked red clothes squatting outside his door, her hands folded around her arms, and the biting cold wind outside was sweeping across her thin body.
Seeing him pushing the door open, the girl raised her head happily and smiled brightly at him, but his eyes were deeply focused on the dark green under her beautiful starry eyes, the softest one deep in his heart. Xian was deeply touched. He knelt down and looked at her with distress and reproach, "Nonsense."
The girl's eyebrows were curved, like a bright crescent moon. When she looked at him, her smile suddenly disappeared, and her bright eyes suddenly dimmed. She asked with a worried tone: "Ajin, are you feeling better?" "
"You...have been waiting for me here?" He clearly knew the answer, but he still couldn't help but want to confirm it with her again.
The girl nodded honestly and said sadly with a soft nasal voice: "Uncle said that Ajin's mother and brother died, and Ajin was very sad."
"So, you've been here all this time?" He glanced at the ground outside the corridor and couldn't help but frown, feeling full of pity in his heart. It was winter now, and there was already a thin layer of snow on the ground, so she wasn't afraid to put it on the ground. Freeze yourself.
Suddenly there was a cold feeling between his eyebrows. He raised his eyes in surprise and saw that she was gently stroking his frown between his eyebrows with her hand, as if she wanted to smooth it away, and said softly: "Ajin, don't be sad. You still have me and Wangshu, we will always be with you."
