The two chatted for a while, and Qianxue left Yi Shuihan's room for a while, and a knock on the door came.
Yi Shuihan opened the door and saw that it was Ling Yiran. It seemed that he hadn't seen him for a long time. After about three months, he seemed to have become calm.
Ling Yiran's eyes were deep. Looking at her, the expression in her eyes was as deep as before, and there was also a natural coldness. If it were said to be changed, only that style was even better than before.
"Can you borrow somewhere to speak?"
"Okay." Yi Shuihan left the room and walked into the yard with him.[
The wind is clear and the moon is bright, and several chrysanthemums in the yard are in bud. The moonlight is clear, and it is a night under the moon.
Ling Yiran handed her the golden fan and said, "I'll give it back to you."
Yi Shuihan's expression was slightly calm, but he didn't answer, just said, "Since it has returned to you, it means it always belongs to you."
Hearing this, Ling Yiran frowned and stuffed the fan into her hand without saying a word: "Then today it returns to your hand, which means it always belongs to you."
Yi Shuihan was stunned, then chuckled twice, turned on the fan and shook it: "Once upon a time, you and I used everything to fight for this fan, but now we are pushing each other."
Ling Yiran smiled bitterly. At that time, he thought it was just a game, he thought he would win, but he lost. If he lost, he lost. It was nothing, but he lost his heart in that game, and it was nothing.
What made him lose the most tragic was that she was unintentional.
"You were very arrogant at that time." She had always been unable to stand Ling Yiran's appearance of being deep, and the rabbit with fangs and claws was more cute.
"No matter how arrogant I am, I can't match you." Ling Yiran smiled. At that time, Yi Shuihan was simply arrogant and arrogant.
"Why are you here? It's not just to give me a fan?"
"You even lost the fan, which means you must have encountered extraordinary dangers, so I'll see if you have fallen." Ling Yiran said sarcastically.
"I said that God will definitely favor me, and this time is no exception." Yi Shuihan looked at the night sky, with stars dotted.
"What if God abandons you?"
"That's better, I'll be free."
"You are really open-minded." Ling Yiran was a little angry. Is she so free and easy? Or is she too ruthless? Perhaps she was unintentional.
The night breeze blows, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground. Before I knew it, it was already late autumn.
Yi Shuihan caught a fallen leaf: "Yiran, when will you go back?"
Ling Yiran smiled bitterly. In months, it was the first time she called his name. She was originally a little happy, but the following sentence broke the only little joy away without a trace.
"Are you just in a hurry to drive me away?" Ling Yiran said mockingly.
"I can't control where you go." Yi Shuihan said helplessly, although she really wanted Ling Yiran to go back as soon as possible.[
Hearing this, Ling Yiran stopped, looked at her with a complicated expression, and then walked away without saying a word. He was the one who came here by Yi Shuihan! If it weren't for Yi Shuihan, would he come here?
She knew it, and she said it on purpose!
Yi Shuihan was stunned, then sighed slightly to the sky. She was really full of peach blossoms. How did she end now?
...
The next day, Yi Shuihan thought about it before and afterwards, but he would go to Qiannuo first and think about what to say when he was walking.
Qiannuo was surprised and surprised when he saw Shui Han coming. The depression he had suffered over the past two days was wiped out, and he thought Shui Han had forgotten him.