The sun was setting in the west, the twilight was sinking and the weather was getting cooler. I didn't feel it when I sat around eating together, but when I walked up, I felt a chill invade.

Shen Miaolan didn't drink well, but it wasn't without it. Today, after eating a glass of fruit wine, I felt a little headache. At this time, the cold wind blew, and there was no Qingming, but the head became heavier and heavier.

Shen Miaolan held the lark's hand, slightly increased her strength, and leaned towards her weakly, obviously a little floating under her feet.

The lark felt Shen Miaolan's strange appearance and said with concern, "What's wrong with the girl?"

Shen Miaolan wanted to speak, but found that although she was conscious, she couldn't open her mouth. I just looked at the lark in a daze. His limbs gradually weakened, a cramping pain in his lower abdomen, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The lark saw that Miaolan's face gradually faded from blood, and noticed something unusual. He put one hand around Shen Miaolan's completely weak waist and held her steadily. said to Yun Ying, "Hurry up, find Dongyang to pick up the girl back." ”

Yun Ying also saw Shen Miaolan's inappropriateness early, and she didn't have time to think deeply, so she belched, pulled her legs and ran in the direction of Miaoxian Pavilion.

Shen Miaolan has a clear mind, but her body is not at her disposal. It's not that she's never drunk, so she naturally knows it's not the same as being drunk. Drunk people are somewhat dizzy, but she is very sober now, but she can't open her mouth to speak, and her body is weak and has no strength.

Growing up to such a big point, I've never seen anyone suddenly become like this. And because she was one year older than the lark Shen Miaolan, she was afraid that Miaolan would panic when she encountered such a situation. suppressed the panic in his heart and comforted Miao Landao, "The slave maid has already asked Yunying to look for Dongyang, and she carried the girl back in three steps and two steps. ”

The lark is only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, and she is born slender. Miao Lan was born tall and tall, and her body was heavier during her illness. Yun Ying felt extremely difficult when she helped her, and it was like tying a sandbag to her leg without taking a step. Seeing that he can't walk, he still has to walk across a small bridge carved with white marble before he can rest in the pavilion. Yun Ying was obviously a little overwhelmed.

Just when the master and servant were becoming more and more difficult to move, a warm voice sounded behind them, "What's wrong with my cousin?"

Miao Lan was no longer able to tell who the person who came, and the lark turned her head and saw that the man behind her was dressed in a green robe, gentle and elegant, not He Yi, but who it was.

She helped Miao Lan to bless her body, "Young Master Cousin, our girl is not feeling well, and the slave is helping her back." ”

He Yi looked at Shen Miaolan, whose eyes were scattered, and saw that her face was bloodless, and her eyes were scattered. I couldn't help frowning and took a few steps forward. I wanted to reach out to her forehead, but I knew that such an action was inappropriate, and my hand slowly clenched into a fist in my sleeve, and I stopped the arm I was about to lift. Pursing his lips, "Let's help my cousin sit down and rest first, you take care of her here, I'll find someone to carry her back." ”

"Don't bother the young master, the slave has already called someone to pick up the girl. Because the lark was about to overdraw, he gasped for breath, and the beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down his forehead, looking very embarrassed.

He Yi looked at Shen Miaolan, who was gradually unconscious, and only felt that the person in front of him and the person in his memory gradually coincided. I was a little stunned for a while, and the ghost made the god take a step forward.

Seeing him moving forward, the lark subconsciously took a step back, wanting to distance himself. Unexpectedly, his steps were flustered, and he stepped on the corner of his skirt, and the whole person's center of gravity fell back. Miao Lan had no strength because the weight of the whole person was pressing on her body, and she also fell backwards with her.

Seeing this, He Yi reacted almost instinctively, and reached out and grabbed Shen Miaolan's arm. Pulled her into his arms.

Miao Lan was chaotic, only to feel that she had fallen into a soft and warm embrace, and a refreshing aroma came from her nose. The smell is unfamiliar, but it smells exceptionally good.

The soft fragrance is in his arms, and He Yi is also a little ape-like. As Miao Lan fell into her arms, the hand on her waist tightened unconsciously. He breathed in the scent of her almost greedily, which overlapped with the scent in his memory, making it a little difficult to tell who the person in front of him was.

The lark fell to the ground, and after quickly getting up, he saw He Yi hugging Miaolan tightly, looking greedy. I only felt a wave of anger rushing to my head. But because of the identity of the other party, it can't have a seizure. I had to cough lightly as a warning.

He Yi also regained some consciousness from this cough, and helped the weak Miaolan to return her to the lark. A little embarrassed, he said, "I just saw that my cousin almost fell, so I came to help." ”

The lark blessed his body and saluted politely. The voice said coldly, "Thank you, Young Master." The girl is sick, and the slave and maid should help her back quickly. ”

He Yi turned sideways and gave way to the road.

At this time, Yun Ying and Dongyang also hurriedly ran over, and when they saw the rather strange scene in front of them, they were a little suspicious in their hearts. But no one wanted to say anything, Dongyang had a lot of strength, and he took the brunt of Shen Miaolan on his back and walked in the direction of Miaoxian Pavilion.

He Yi was left in place, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time until the backs of the group melted into the twilight. looked down at the hand that had just hugged Shen Miaolan. I always feel that there seems to be a beautiful fragrance in my arms.

How can there be two people in this world who are so alike, Miaolan is clearly what that person looked like when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. For the first time in these years, he felt that his dead heart had secretly sprouted a new life. Some of the thoughts that had long since turned to ashes gradually rekindled.

Glancing in the direction Miaolan had walked again, He Yi took a deep breath and shook his head. Probably because he ate too much alcohol to make him have such thoughts. He turned, ready to walk back. When I looked up, I saw a thin young man in a cotton robe standing opposite him.

When He Yi saw the person opposite, a trace of surprise flashed on his face. But it was fleeting, replaced by a gentle appearance that was always unfazed. With a light smile on the corner of his mouth, he asked, "Master Hou, why are you here?"

Although it was almost early summer, due to his weak body, Shen Mu was still wrapped in a cotton robe. His face was pale, he put one hand to his lips and coughed a few times, and said in a hoarse voice, "Cousin, why are you here?"

He Yi glanced calmly in the direction he came from, "I ate too much wine and was a little drunk, so I came out to breathe." ”

Shen Mu was noncommittal and looked in the direction where Miao Lan disappeared. I took a few steps forward and approached He Yi. "That's the fifth sister, cousin, don't admit your mistake for a while. ”

Shen Mu is a gentle person, and he rarely treats people coldly. He Yi looked at the cold light gradually spreading under his eyes, but the corners of his mouth gradually curled.