midnight.

Stars are everywhere.

On the roof, Yue Yuan was leaning on the thatch with a jar of wine, quietly looking at the stars hanging across the sky.

It's so quiet that it makes you want to remember.

Squinting his eyes, he sipped his drink.

Yue Yuan was remembering at this moment, recalling every move he made in this world.

After thinking for a while, Yue Yuan realized that he had not done anything useful after all. In the haze, he felt that he seemed to be trapped in an invisible web, and he was merely entangled in it. Just like the mosquito caught in the spider's web, no matter how

Any movement will inadvertently involve other connections.

This was not his original plan. It was only an accident that brought him to the world of Xiaoao Jianghu. The sudden change completely invalidated Yue Yuan's original arrangement, and he vaguely felt that he had really lost something.

The most important thing is that Yue Yuan combines his own analysis with the wisdom of the person he is visualizing, but he knows that such things in front of him are already galloping forward like a wild horse that has escaped the reins. But now Yue Yuan is

Don't want to get involved.

He had a very strange feeling that once he got involved, the situation would probably change immediately.

Even if it was the original Dongfang Bubai and the current girl Yang Nianxi, Yue Yuan could feel that he seemed incomplete in the eyes of the other party, as if he was missing something.

"..."

After taking a sip of wine, Yue Yuan looked at the full moon in the sky and laughed.

"Sir, what are you laughing at?"

Appearing next to him was Yang Nianxi, who was dressed in red and put on a red hat again. She was also holding a small wine jar in her hand. This wine jar looked much more exquisite, at least better than what Yue Yuan was holding.

too much.

"nothing!"

"I just feel a little lonely for a moment!"

Facing Yang Nianxi's gaze, Yue Yuan shook his head, but talked about his current mood very casually, without any concealment.

"Yeah?"

"I have experienced this feeling of the young master for a long time!"

The corner of his mouth pursed slightly, and Yang Nianxi seemed to recall that he had been embroidering flowers on the top of the black wood cliff, appreciating the painting alone, and gently stroking the person in the portrait. It was a scene that made people feel

The unspeakable feeling of loneliness.

Head up.

After taking a sip of wine, Yang Nianxi handed the wine jar in his hand to Yue Yuan and said: "Master, this wine is much better than the wine that Master takes randomly!"

"..."

He glanced at his own wine jar and then at the small wine jar handed over by the other party. Although it was not as exquisite as the other party's, after experiencing the scene that happened when he visited the West Lake, Yue Yuan hesitated for a moment.

"rest assured!"

"There's nothing else in this drink!"

As if aware of what Yue Yuan was thinking, Yang Nianxi smiled softly and explained.

"When you say this, I feel more worried for some reason!"

After glancing at the other party and thinking for a while, Yue Yuan took it and took a sip. After comparing it, Yue Yuan found that the wine was indeed better than what he had in the jar, and it was the authentic Nuer Hong.

After tasting it carefully, Yue Yuan didn't find anything wrong in it. But when he thought of what happened that day, Yue Yuan still felt a little defensive.

"Daughter red?"

Raising his head in surprise, Yue Yuan's eyes fell on Yang Nianxi.

"Ugh!"

Nodding, Yang Nianxi rolled down his sleeves and admitted: "Yes, it is the daughter's red that the young master buried with his own hands!"

personally?

ha!

With a silent smile, Yue Yuan didn't say anything about this situation, but he became very interested in the daughter's beauty in his hands. This small altar was actually buried by himself. Could it be that it was his daughter?

Buried or something?

Yue Yuan is naturally very clear about the meaning of Nervhong.

But thinking about Yue Yuan, I think it's unlikely.

Even though he was the queen of Fairy Chi Lian, he had no intention of burying her daughter Hong in her turn. Moreover, judging from Miss Yang's tone, it was most likely that she buried the drink because of her good taste in wine.

As soon as this guess came up, Miss Yang's next words agreed with Yue Yuan's guess, but she heard Yang Nianxi say: "It's a pity that I drank a lot, and now I only have this little!"

"..."

Yue Yuan was a little surprised when he heard this.

Half a moment.

But he suddenly laughed.

I have to admit that the smile of the woman next to me is extremely attractive.

There is a kind of heroic posture that belongs to a man, but more of it is a beautiful posture of a woman. Such a person reminds Yue Yuan of Hua Mulan, a strange woman.

But now, Yang Nianxi is also such a woman.

Look at the beauties under the moon and drink wine at the same time.

This is definitely a refreshing thing.

After taking a few sips and practicing secretly without finding anything wrong, Yue Yuan finally felt relieved. The two of them sat side by side on the roof, looking at the moon, drinking daughter's red wine and telling stories.

It was not Yang Nianxi who told the story, but Yue Yuan.

Yue Yuan is actually very lonely in this world. Some words can only be kept in his heart.

Yilin is young and as pure as a flower. Naturally, Yue Yuan will not tell the little nun anything else, because those situations seem very complicated to Yilin.

Ren Yingying is the eldest lady...

The friendship between the two parties was not deep to begin with, and because of Ren Wo Xing's affairs, there were so many conflicts and embarrassments between the two, so naturally they would not have a deep friendship.

As for Lan Fenghuang, although Yue Yuan can also feel the thoughts of this Miao girl with a unique flavor, there is still a slight gap between the two parties because of Lu Wushuang's relationship and Ren Yingying.

Yue Lingshan...

Those are completely my descendants, but I can't reach out no matter what.

As for his apprentice Lin Pingzhi, although this rich young master is very handsome, in Lin Pingzhi's heart he is a very upright person. At least he has this idea. Faced with such a disciple, Yue Yuan, although

He usually leads the other person around. But after all, he has been teaching him the word "xia".

After analyzing and analyzing like this, in the end Yue Yuan found that the only person he could really speak to was this stunning beauty who knew him very well, but he didn't understand the other person.

summer night.

In the cool breeze.

Yue Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at the moon in the sky, but slowly told his story.

However--

"Well, I've heard this before!"

Looking at Yue Yuan, Yang Nianxi said with serious eyes.

"well?"

"I haven't said anything yet, how come you know it?"

He almost choked on his trachea with a sip of wine. Yang Nianxi's words directly hit Yue Yuan. Facing the other party's gaze, Yue Yuan felt depressed, and then said: "Then tell me your story!"

"..."

Listening to Yue Yuan's words, Yang Nianxi thought about it carefully, and then said in a somewhat helpless tone: "Young masters all know my story, but they have all forgotten..."

"..."

Yue Yuan had nothing to say after hearing this.

Yue Yuan couldn't help but ask about the past, but when Yue Yuan asked this question, what he answered to Yue Yuan was the extremely sad expression on Yang Nianxi's face, which made Yue Yuan's words choked up.

It was stuck in my throat and I didn't ask.

From the expression on the beautiful lady in front of him, Yue Yuan knew that it would be a sad story that made the other party unwilling to recall it.

"Drink!"

Finally, Yue Yuan concluded with this sentence.

…

Early in the morning.
To be continued...