Lan Sheng was eager to get the clothes not because she liked new clothes, but because she vaguely heard Chang Ling's words last night.
She didn't know why Chang Ling kept wanting to leave. She wondered if Chang Ling wouldn't leave if she put on beautiful clothes. A sentence I heard Mr. Shu say once flashed in my mind: "A scholar will die for a confidant, and a woman will look good for one who pleases herself." Chang Ling is the "one who pleases herself."
Chang Ling was tortured by Lan Sheng's behavior, so he had no choice but to get up and wash up, and then took her to Buzhuang.
When we arrived at the entrance of Buzhuang, Buzhuang was not open yet. After waiting for a long time, we saw the proprietress opening the door sleepily.
Lan Sheng poked his head out from the side to say hello, but he really startled the landlady.
"Lan Sheng, are you here so early?" The proprietress rubbed her eyes, the sudden fright completely dispelling her tiredness.
"Are you here to get the clothes you've made? Come with me." The landlady welcomed Lan Sheng and Chang Ling in and took out two pieces of folded clothes from the back hall.
Yesterday, the boss lady stayed up all night to sew the clothes, and the embroiderers did not neglect it. The seams were neat and tight, and they fit Lan Sheng very well.
After thanking the landlady, Lan Sheng took Chang Ling and ran home. She was full of joy when she got the new clothes. He handed the clothes to Chang Ling, fearing that he would get them dirty.
After returning home, Lan Sheng began to prepare hot water for a bath. She couldn't wait to put on new clothes, and then took Chang Ling out for a beautiful walk, making everyone admire her.
Chang Ling sat on the stone in front of the house and frowned slightly. He didn't know how to tell Lan Sheng that he was about to leave. He was so worried that he didn't even react when Lan Sheng stood in front of him wearing new clothes.
"Ms. sir! Do I look good?"
He came back to his senses when he heard Lan Sheng calling him Chang Ling. He saw Lan Sheng in front of him, who had changed from his usual sullen appearance, wearing a long blue skirt with a flowing skirt.
Although she was not extremely beautiful, she still looked graceful. At this moment, she really looked like a little girl.
"nice."
"What else?" Lan Sheng continued to ask unsatisfied.
Chang Ling smiled lightly and said, "She looks like a little girl now."
Lan Sheng was quite dissatisfied with Chang Ling's answer, and then started to play around with Chang Ling.
After lunch, Lan Sheng took Chang Ling to walk around the streets and alleys. When the villagers saw the brand-new Lan Sheng, and then saw Chang Ling who was silently following her, they exclaimed one after another.
Lan Sheng just said: "These are the clothes my husband-in-law bought for me!"
Unconsciously, he arrived outside the small teahouse. Lan Sheng took Chang Ling's hand and came to the window sill.
"According to legend, more than three thousand years ago, demons came to the world. In order to destroy..." Today, the storyteller was still telling the story of the melee between gods and demons more than three thousand years ago. Chang Ling's expression changed, and then he immediately recovered. Normally, I would listen to this story by the window with Lan Sheng.
"Where did this girl come from..."
It was still the waiter in the shop, still holding the teapot in one hand and raising the other hand forward to wave the towel, but this time he was so surprised by Lan Sheng in front of him that he almost thought he had recognized the wrong person.
This time Lan Sheng stopped quarreling with the waiter. She took Chang Ling's hand and ran towards the village entrance. This was the direction she ran away every time she was chased.
Chang Ling turned around and smiled apologetically at the waiter, and then "escaped" with Lan Sheng.
In a blink of an eye, we arrived at the bridge at the entrance of the village. This river was where Lan Sheng rescued him and where they first met.
"My husband is weak, so he won't be exhausted." Lan Sheng put his hands on his knees and looked back at Chang Ling and said.
"Not tired."
"Okay, I'll take you for a walk by the river. The scenery here is so nice." Lan Sheng straightened up, looking forward to it.
"That's fine."
Lan Sheng happily took Chang Ling's hand and walked aimlessly along the river.
Along the way, I introduced the scenery along the way to Chang Ling. Unknowingly, the moon had quietly climbed up the hillside. Feeling a little tired from walking, Lan Sheng took Chang Ling and sat on the grass by the river.
After sitting down, he was speechless. Chang Ling didn't know what to say. He could only stay by Lan Sheng's side silently, listening to the gurgling stream and the chirping of summer insects, and guarding this tranquility with her.
"Am I good-looking?" Suddenly Lan Sheng's words broke the tranquility.
"nice."
"Then don't leave, okay?" Lan Sheng looked at Chang Ling with a pleading tone.
"Not good." Chang Ling just replied with two words, without any emotion in his tone, and then turned his eyes to the bright moon in front of him.
Lan Sheng's heart sank. She had already predicted this outcome, but when she heard his confirmation, her mind was filled with mixed feelings.
Lan Sheng didn't respond to Chang Ling. He wrapped his arms around his knees and buried his head between them. She blamed herself for saving Chang Ling and hated herself for being attracted to him.
Obviously I have never felt lonely alone, and I obviously can endure the darkness, but he breaks in to bring me light and warmth, and then cruelly throws myself back into the darkness.
She didn't know what to do to keep him. Even though she had done everything she could, he still insisted on leaving.
"Do you want to hear the story told by the storyteller? Can I tell it to you?" Chang Ling asked softly, his words were full of tenderness, as if he was coaxing the tearful and coquettish little girl.
Lan Sheng just replied with one word: "Yeah."
Chang Ling began to tell the true story of more than three thousand years ago, about Chi Lian Yao Xing, Demon Lord Mo Xie, God of War Mo Chen and the Bone Soul Bell... It was more detailed than what the storyteller told, but not as good as what the storyteller told. So full of voice and emotion.
Lan Sheng was slowly attracted by the story and looked up at Chang Ling without interrupting him until he finished telling the story.
"Lan Sheng, if disaster strikes, will you abandon your loved ones and live in espionage?"
Chang Ling locked his gaze on Lan Sheng's bright eyes, looking forward to her reply.
"I will take my family and escape with me!"
"Without the skin, how can the hair be attached? Where can you escape to?" Chang Ling continued to ask.
Lan Sheng avoided Chang Ling's gaze and thought for a while, then said: "Then we will face it together!"
Chang Ling's eyes averted, and after thinking for a long time, he finally turned around and looked at Lan Sheng appraisingly: "Okay!"
Chang Ling recalled that his master once taught him: In the journey of the great road, the world is for the common good, and Yuntian disciples should take care of the common people in the world. Chang Ling has always believed this, but this time he wanted to be selfish.
At this moment, he already had the answer in his heart. Master is a relative, Yuntian is a relative, and the girl in front of him has saved his life, and she is a relative.
If she is willing to face it with him, he will not leave her alone. He will ask the master to accept her as his disciple or find other ways to settle her. In short, he will not abandon her.
Chang Ling put his hands on Lan Sheng's shoulders, stared into Lan Sheng's dark and bright eyes and said:
"The road ahead may be dangerous, but I want you to walk with me, okay?"
Lan Sheng raised her head to meet Chang Ling's longing eyes, and said without any hesitation: "Okay!" Tears overflowed from Lan Sheng's eyes, slid down her cheeks, and dissipated in the corners of her skirt.
Life is hard, but Lan Sheng has held back tears since she was a child and has never cried. She was alone, and she needed to be strong to protect herself. She didn't cry even when Chang Ling said he was leaving.
Now that Chang Ling said he wanted to take her away with him, he couldn't stop crying. The tears contained the longing for his parents, the injustice he had suffered over the years, and the reluctance to let go of Chang Ling.
When I finally had someone to rely on, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.
Chang Ling stretched out his hand to wipe away Lan Sheng's tears, but was blocked by her.
Lan Sheng rolled up his sleeves and wiped his face randomly, then pushed Chang Ling down on the grass with both hands, and pecked Chang Ling's cherry blossom-like lips. Lying on Chang Ling's chest, weeping.
Chang Ling stroked her hair from top to bottom and patted her back gently. He comforted her and let him vent his grievances over the years. Unknowingly, his chest became wet.
"The stars here are so beautiful!" Chang Ling whispered in Lan Sheng's ear.
Lan Sheng raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky. Although he stopped crying, his face was already covered with tear stains.
The stars are beautiful, and the people in front of you are even more beautiful.
"Ms. sir, will you marry me?" Lan Sheng asked, with sobs in his words.
"Yes! But can you wait for me for a while? Wait until this 'disaster' passes in five years."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait any longer." Lan Sheng kissed Chang Ling on the cheek again, then raised the jade hanging around his neck and asked, "Is this a token of love?"
"Calculate!"
Lan Sheng thought: "My husband has given me a token of love, so I should also give him a token."
After thinking about it, she took off the red string and gave it to Chang Ling. She had worn it since childhood. It symbolized peace and marriage, and it was the only thing left to her by her parents.
Now she sent the red rope to Chang Ling, and Chang Ling could only belong to her.
Chang Ling glanced at the red string in his hand, caressed Lan Sheng's head, and said, "Yuntian disciples are not allowed to get married, nor can they be passionate about girls. I can't keep this red string in my hand."
Chang Ling paused and continued: "But I like it very much. I will always keep it deep in my heart and wear it to marry you in five years!"
Lan Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Okay!"
Chang Ling continued: "After we leave the village, you can't call me husband-in-law, and you can't sleep with me. You have to wait until we get married!"
"good!"
"Also, you can no longer call yourself young master!"
"Why?"
"Not like a girl's family!"
"..."
Unknowingly, the night was getting late and it was time to go home. Chang Ling pulled Lan Sheng to stand up. When Lan Sheng didn't notice, Chang Ling secretly kissed her on the cheek and said, "It's so sweet."
It's actually salty, it's all the tears she cried!
Lan Sheng never blushed when kissing Chang Ling, but he blushed when he was kissed. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Chang Ling. Now he looked like a gentle and quiet little girl.
Lan Sheng slept particularly soundly tonight because she knew Chang Ling was leaving, and she even knew that Chang Ling would take her with him!
