My family has been making lanterns for generations, and we make all kinds of sky lanterns and lanterns. I want to write your poem on my lamp in the future, so that when people see this poem, they will know that it is my lamp."
The landlady said.
Yun Ruoyue raised her forehead and asked for a poem, and it was related to lamps. This landlady is really a poetry fanatic!
She remembered a poem related to lamps, but she only remembered the last sentence and could not remember all the previous ones.
She had no choice but to clear her throat and said: "Okay, the last song.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place."
At this point, she suddenly stopped and stopped reading!
Everyone was stunned, "Sir, where are you down there?
Just keep reading!"
Yun Ruoyue raised her head, pretending to be cold and unwilling to say anything, and said: "There is nothing more below, only this sentence!"
"What?
Only this sentence?
No more below?
This, this is so uncomfortable, I really want to know what’s underneath!”
"It's just that if you stop here and don't say anything, it's like the authors who wrote the storybook suddenly stopped writing, so that we can't see the follow-up. This is too tortured!"
"He actually stopped in this most disturbing place, it's simply too much!"
"Don't push the master, the master doesn't want to say anything.
Even just one sentence shows that the master is very powerful!"
After hearing everyone's words, Yun Ruoyue wanted to laugh, but she still held it back with a cold face.
It’s not that she didn’t want to say it, it’s that she didn’t remember it, so she could only pretend to be cold and silent.
At this time, the proprietress gave Yun Ruoyue a thumbs up and said: "What a poem, sir, you are really amazing!"
The shop owner said: "It's an honor for us to meet the young master. May I ask his surname?
I want to write the young master’s name and poem on my lamp!”
"Boss, my friend's name is Yunli."
Yang Fei said proudly.
Yun Ruoyue didn't want to say her name, but she didn't expect Yang Fei to say it so quickly, and she had no time to stop it.
She had no choice but to smile stiffly: Don't be weird, bosses, ask the little girl to show off her holy clothes, otherwise it will be difficult to get along here!
Yang Fei looked at Chu Xuanchen on the left and Yun Ruoyue on the right, with a look of pride on his face.
He is so lucky to know two such powerful people!
One was good at martial arts and strategy, and the other was good at literature and medicine. They were like gods fighting each other, and he couldn't take his eyes off them.
At this time, everyone dispersed, and Yun Ruoyue said to the landlady: "Bosswoman, do you have any writing brushes here?
I want to write on the sky lantern to pray for my family."
"Yes, sir.
Come, I have plenty of brushes here, here they are for you."
The landlady said, and quickly handed a writing brush to Yun Ruoyue.
"Thanks."
Yun Ruoyue got the writing brush and started writing on the sky lantern.
When writing, she deliberately covered it with her hands to prevent Yang Fei and Chu Xuanchen from seeing it.
She wrote: "May my husband return safely, may Nanfeng and Xing'er grow up healthily, and may our family of four be reunited soon - Yue'er."
If she could, she was really willing to give everything she had, even her life, in exchange for Chu Xuanchen's safety and the health of her children.
Seeing that Yun Ruoyue deliberately blocked the writing, Chu Xuanchen did not take a peek.
Since Yunli has his own secret, he won't pry into it.
He picked up the brush and thought about what he wanted to write on the sky lantern.
He lost his memory, and now he is alone, without any ties, and seems to have nothing to write about.
Looking at Yun Ruoyue's sad expression, he sighed softly and wrote on the paper: "I hope A Li can find his lover - Feng Jin - soon."