The two young women wiped their lips and smiled, and Aunt Liu joked: "Yes, yes! How can our young ladies fall in love with that sour scholar! What a pity for that sour scholar!"
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyun's face burned with shame. She just felt that Ye Shaohan was special, especially his indifference, so she took a few more glances, but unexpectedly she was teased by them.
The surrounding noise gradually overshadowed the joking of the two young women. Suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind blew towards his face. Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked, and it was Aunt Liu just now.
"Sour Scholar, then, this is the dry food and water that my lady gave you. I see that your hands are empty, so if you don't mind, just accept it!"
Aunt Liu was holding a piece of dried meat and a bottle of wine in each hand. A faint aroma of wine wafted out from the bottle. Although it was not good wine, it was obviously extraordinary.
At the same time, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Ye Shaohan without thinking, and couldn't help but nod secretly. This sour scholar is indeed a person, and his appearance is also extraordinary.
"Thank you! Say thank you to your family for me!" Facing Aunt Liu's gaze, Ye Shaohan didn't feel the slightest discomfort. He took the dry food and wine bottle from Aunt Liu's hand and said calmly.
Seeing Ye Shaohan's indifferent attitude, Aunt Liu couldn't help but nod secretly, paused, and continued: "Sour scholar, if you want to join the sect, you should go to Qingyun Pavilion instead of here!"
Ye Shaohan smiled faintly and closed his eyes again to rest. In response, Aunt Liu stopped saying anything and turned around and walked towards Lin Zhiyun.
It's early winter now, the cold wind is blowing, and the night has just fallen when a bonfire is set up in the square, and warriors gather around it, making constant noise.
In early winter, the greatest pleasure is to have hot wine in your stomach. The strong aroma of wine floats in the air. Some bolder children from aristocratic families even use their drunkenness to attract the cheers of the crowd to girls from other aristocratic families.
Holding the slightly hot wine flask in his hand, Ye Shaohan raised his head, and the hot wine tasted good. The spicy feeling spread in his mouth, and he murmured softly: "This wine is pretty good!"
In the cold wind, Ye Shaohan's back looked a little lonely, but Ye Shaohan didn't know that somewhere, a pair of beautiful eyes were staring at his back.
"Miss! What are you looking at?" Aunt Liu looked at Lin Zhiyun in a daze, and couldn't help but whisper: "Miss!"
"Ah! Aunt Liu! You called me? You didn't see anything!" Lin Zhiyun's face was burning with shame. For some reason, she actually felt a hint of Mo Binming's sadness in Ye Shaohan's back at this moment. He was really a
Scholar? Why does he give people a feeling of spring breeze during the day, but at this moment he gives people a feeling of loneliness, that kind of sadness that Mo Binming feels like!
A hint of confusion gradually appeared in Lin Zhiyun's eyes. Seeing this, the two young women next to her couldn't help but smile knowingly.
The silver moon hung high, and Ye Shaohan's back looked so lonely. As the hot wine entered his stomach, a hint of reminiscence gradually appeared in Ye Shaohan's eyes: "Zhang Zishan!"
Under the pale moonlight, Ye Shaohan's figure looked slightly lonely.
"This wine is a bit bitter!" The wine bottle fell from Ye Shaohan's fingertips, followed by a warning sound, and the wine spilled all over the floor.
"The wine is not bitter, but your heart is bitter!" A slightly sweet voice sounded in Ye Shaohan's ears, followed by a refreshing fragrance, a smell similar to lilac flowers.
Ye Shaohan raised his eyes slightly, turned around, and looked at the girl standing in front of him, looking at the girl standing in front of him, and said softly: "Maybe!"
Smiling gracefully, her white dress swayed in the wind, like lilac flowers rising from the dust on the hillside.
At the Lin family station, the young woman who was called Aunt Liu by Lin Zhiyun looked anxious and said to the young woman who was accompanying Lin Zhiyun just now: "Where is Miss?"
Hearing this, the young woman looked forward with a strange expression. Following the young woman's line of sight, under the pale moonlight, the black robe and white skirt looked so eye-catching.
Her body trembled, Aunt Liu looked at the two figures with a slightly complicated expression, and said sadly: "It would be great if he was a warrior, alas!"
In the wind, two figures stood swaying, and the noise around them gradually faded away.
"You smell like lilacs!" Under the moonlight, Ye Shaohan's eyes as bright as stars stared closely at the girl in front of him.
Being stared at by Ye Shaohan, Lin Zhiyun couldn't help but have a hint of crimson on her pretty face. She lowered her head, swung her sleeves, and said softly: "Yes!"
Squatting down and picking up the wine bottle that fell on the ground, Ye Shaohan raised his head, looked at Lin Zhiyun, and said softly: "Do you like lilac flowers?"
"If she dies one day, she must choose a hillside full of lilacs to bury her. But now that the lady is gone, I can only help her carve lilac flowers on the coffin!"
Ye Shaohan's ears were still surrounded by that slightly hoarse voice, and a trace of remembrance once again appeared in Ye Shaohan's eyes. That night, that person, that coffin!
"Yeah! I like the smell of lilacs!"
Raising her head and looking at Ye Shaohan's handsome face, Lin Zhiyun said softly, a trace of blush flashing across her face.
Standing up, regardless of the dust on the wine bottle, Ye Shaohan raised his head to drink again, and the spicy feeling swept over him again.
"When I was a child, I often suffered from that disease. My mother would pick lilacs from the mountains to make potions to relieve my pain! I still remember that the courtyard at home was full of lilacs, but after my mother passed away, those flowers
Like lilacs they wither and die, no matter how carefully I take care of them I can't grow them alive."
As she spoke, Lin Zhiyun's eyes also showed a trace of reminiscence, but there was more of a gloomy color. After a pause, Lin Zhiyun smiled gently: "I remember when I was troubled by that disease, I told my mother, if
When I die one day, I will definitely choose a hillside full of lilacs for burial."
The girl's melodious voice floated in the wind. Ye Shaohan's figure suddenly shook, he put down the wine bottle and said, "Is it the kind of illness you get during the day?"
"Do you know? I have been called a devil by my tribe since I was a child! Every time I get sick, I always give other people frostbite, so they all resent me and exclude me everywhere! My mother sheds tears every time.
I could only practice crazily, but every time I got sick, it tortured me to the point of infertility. Every time I had the urge to commit suicide, but with my mother’s encouragement, I still persevered! Because
The talent I showed surprised everyone, and gradually they crowned me the number one genius in Thunder City. Therefore, I was also quite happy, thinking that my mother and I would not be bullied in the future, but I didn't expect that I would be bullied one after another.
My mother, who has been frozen by the cold for decades, will pass away at this time. I know that it was my disease that killed her. Although they didn't say anything, I knew there was ridicule in their eyes, mocking me as a genius.
He actually killed his own mother!"
Lin Zhiyun's voice was slightly sad and angry, and a trace of unwillingness appeared on her face as she looked up at the starry sky.
Lin Zhiyun's frail body contains shocking power. Sometimes, there is a shocking power, which is a silent unwillingness, unwillingness, complaint, and sad look in Lin Zhiyun's beautiful eyes.
The shape is slightly shaky.
At this moment, Lin Zhiyun is as pitiable as the lilacs swaying in the wind.
Ye Shaohan kept looking at Lin Zhiyun who was unwilling to accept it. At this moment, she was no longer as graceful and elegant as before, but had a hint of madness.
Once upon a time, there was a woman who looked up to the sky and roared. She was also unwilling to accept this.
Once upon a time, there was a woman who looked up to the sky and went crazy. She had also been so resentful.
There was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, and he looked quietly at Lin Zhiyun's delicate face, and seemed to see the shadow of Zhang Zishan in Ye Shaohan's eyes.
The most beautiful years, the most splendid moments of life, but slowly and inadvertently move toward death. This is a feeling of powerlessness coming from fate.
"The past is a bit too far away!" Ye Shaohan whispered softly. He had understood Zhang Zishan's reluctance before, and now he also understood Lin Zhiyun's reluctance and a hint of madness.
Listening to Ye Shaohan talking to himself, the madness on Lin Zhiyun's face gradually receded. She raised her head, looked at Ye Shaohan and said, "Sorry, I'm a little out of control!"
"It's okay! Maybe I've experienced that kind of unwillingness, so I understand!" The wine was even more bitter when he entered the mouth. Ye Shaohan shook his head and said solemnly.
"You know!" Lin Zhiyun raised her head, with a hint of confusion in her beautiful eyes, and met Ye Shaohan's gaze. In Ye Shaohan's dark eyes, there was no such fiery and nurturing hope as when others saw her.
The color, inside, is just endless plainness, like a deep pool of water, with no ripples at all. Maybe he really understands!
"It's night and the wine has gone cold!" Lin Zhiyun put a warm wine bottle into Ye Shaohan's hand, turned around, turned her back to Ye Shaohan and said, "Thank you for listening to what I have to say!"
In the cold wind, the white dress swayed, gradually getting further and further away. When he took the wine bottle, a warm feeling swept over him. With his eyes slightly narrowed, Ye Shaohan also said softly: "Why don't I want to thank you?"
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From the beginning to the end, Lin Zhiyun never asked Ye Shaohan's name, and Ye Shaohan also never asked Lin Zhiyun's name. In their view, they were just passers-by on the long road of life. When they were tired, they stopped to talk. After talking, the two of them
There was no more interaction. After warming the wine, Ye Shaohan shook his head and said softly: "It seems that the wine is no longer so bitter!"
"How can it be bitter if a beautiful woman gives you wine?"
The fragrant wind blew towards his face, and Ye Shaohan knew who was coming before he even raised his head. His eyes still fell on the jug in his hand, and he said lightly: "What she said, I forgot about it after I drank, and no one will know!"
After saying that, Ye Shaohan turned around and never saw the beautiful figure in front of him. That beautiful figure was Aunt Liu.
Looking at Ye Shaohan's slightly lonely back with complicated eyes, Aunt Liu felt that the scholar in front of her was not as simple as he appeared. However, thinking of the purpose of coming here, Aunt Liu stopped Ye Shaohan: "Wait a minute!"