The clouds are deep and I don't know where.

Beyond the mountains, it's a scorching June. Deep in the mountains, it is a quiet world, a cool world.

Outside the orchid room, two white-clothed figures stood on the corridor. When the wind blows, the white shirt moves lightly, but the human lines do not move.

Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji are standing.

Handstand.

Both of them were silent, as if they had entered a meditative realm. The murmuring of the flowing spring and the fluttering of the wings of the songbirds are the only sounds here, but they make the surroundings even more silent.

After a while, Lan Wangji suddenly said, "Brother." ”

Lan Xichen detached himself from meditation slowly, did not squint, and said, "What's the matter?"

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "Have you ever picked the lotus pod?" ”

Lan Xichen turned his head sideways and said, "...... No. ”

If the children of the Gusu Lan clan want to eat lotus pods, they naturally don't have to pick them themselves.

Lan Wangji bowed his head and said, "Brother, do you know. ”

Lan Xichen: "What?"

Lan Wangji: "A lotus pod with stems is better than a lotus pod without stems." ”

Lan Xichen said, "Oh? I haven't heard of it. Why, why do you suddenly say this?"

Lan Wangji said: "It's nothing. When the hour comes, change hands. ”

The two of them changed the hand that was supported by the handstand from their right hand to their left hand, and their movements were neat, silent, and extremely stable.

Lan Xichen was still waiting to ask again, but when he looked at it, he smiled: "Forget the machine, you have a guest." ”

On the edge of the wooden corridor, a white velvet rabbit slowly crawled over and rubbed against the left hand side of Lan Wangji's handstand, twitching its pink nose.

Lan Xichen said, "How did you find here?"

Lan Wangji said to it, "Go back." ”

The white rabbit didn't listen, bit the end of Lan Wangji's forehead, and pulled hard, as if he wanted to drag Lan Wangji away like this.

Lan Xichen said leisurely: "It wants you to accompany it." ”

The rabbit that couldn't be dragged jumped around the two of them angrily, Lan Xichen looked at it interestingly, and said, "Is this the one who loves to make trouble?"

Lan Wangji said: "It's too noisy. ”

Lan Xichen said: "It's okay to make trouble, after all, it's cute." I remember there were two. Aren't the two of them together often, and why is there only one of them?

Lan Wangji said: "It will come." ”

Sure enough, after a while, a snow-white little head was picked up on the edge of the wooden corridor. Another white rabbit followed, looking for its companion.

The two snowballs chased each other for a while, and finally chose a place, which was next to Lan Wangji's left hand, and they were squeezed together with peace of mind.

A pair of white rabbits are sticking to each other and rubbing each other, even if you look at it upside down, the picture is very cute. Lan Xichen said, "What's your name?"

Lan Wangji shook his head, not knowing whether to say that he didn't have a name, or not to mention it.

Lan Xichen said, "I heard you call them last time. ”

“……”

Lan Xichen said sincerely: "It's a very good name." ”

Lan Wangji changed his hand. Lan Xichen said: "The hour has not yet come. ”

Lan Wangji silently changed his hand back.

After a stick of incense, the hour came, the handstand ended, and the two returned to the private room to meditate.

A domestic servant brings chilled melons and fruits to ward off the heat. The watermelon was peeled, the flesh was cut into neat slices, and placed in the jade plate, red and transparent, and it was very beautiful. The two brothers knelt on the mat, whispered a few words, and after exchanging their experiences from yesterday's learning, they began to eat.

Lan Xichen took a melon slice, but saw Lan Wangji staring at the jade plate, the meaning was unknown, and instinctively stopped moving.

Sure enough, Lan Wangji spoke. He said, "Brother." ”

Lan Xichen said, "What's the matter?"

Lan Wangji said: "Have you ever eaten watermelon rind?" ”

"......" Lan Xichen said, "Can you eat watermelon rind?"

After a moment's silence, Lan Wangji said: "I heard that you can fry." ”

Lan Xichen: "Maybe. ”

Lan Wangji: "I heard that it tastes very good. ”

"I haven't tried. ”

"Neither did I. ”

"Hmm......" Lan Xichen said, "Do you want people to try stir-frying?" ”

After thinking about it, Lan Wangji shook his head solemnly.

Lan Xichen breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, he didn't feel the need to ask the question, "Who are you listening to......?"

On the second day, Lan Wangji went down the mountain alone.

It wasn't that he didn't often go down the mountain, but he didn't often go to the bustling bazaar alone.

People come and go, people come and go. Whether it is the Xianmen family or the mountain hunting ground, there are not so many people. Even if it is a grand meeting with a large number of people, there are many people in order, not so many shoulder to shoulder, as if who stepped on whose feet and who touched whose car when walking, it is not unusual at all. Lan Wangji has never liked physical contact with people, and when he saw this, he paused, but he didn't stop there, but planned to find someone on the spot to ask for directions. Who knows, but I haven't found anyone to ask for a long time.

Lan Wangji realized that not only did he not want to get close to others, but others didn't want to get close to him.

It was really that his whole person was out of place in this noisy market, spotless, and he had a sword on his back, and those hawkers, farmers, and idlers rarely saw such a son, and they were all busy dodging. Either I'm afraid that this is a guy who can't be messed with, and no one wants to accidentally offend him, or I'm afraid that he has a cold expression, after all, even Lan Xichen has joked, saying that Lan Wangji is freezing within a radius of six feet, and not a single grass grows. Only the women who rushed to the market, when Lan Wangji came over, wanted to see but didn't dare to look more, pretending to be busy with something in their hands, lowering their eyebrows and raising their eyes. When he walked over, they gathered in a group behind him.

Lan Wangji walked for a long time before he saw an old woman sweeping the dust in front of a gate, and said, "Excuse me, where is the nearest lotus pond from here?" ”

The old woman's eyes were not very good, she was gray and blindfolded, panting, and she couldn't see him clearly, and said: "Eight or nine miles here, there is a family that has planted dozens of acres of lotus flowers. ”

Lan Wangji bowed his head and said, "Thank you." ”

The old woman said: "This little boy, the lotus pond will not let people in at night, if you want to play, you have to take advantage of the day, go quickly." ”

Lan Wangji said again: "Thank you." ”

He was about to walk away, when he saw the old woman holding a slender bamboo pole, and she couldn't pull off a dead branch stuck under the eaves for a long time.

Eight and nine miles was not far for his footsteps, and Lan Wangji followed the direction the woman pointed out, all the way forward.

After walking for one mile, leaving the bazaar; walking for two miles, the population gradually became scarce; and walking for four miles, the green mountains and green fields on both sides were all seen, and the longitudinal and horizontal fields were longitudinal and horizontal. Occasionally, there is a crooked hut, the crooked smoke rises, and there are a few mud dolls with pigtails on the ridge of the field squatting and burying their heads in the mud, laughing, you paste me, I paste you. This scene is quite wild, Lan Wangji stopped to watch, and after a while, he was discovered, the mud dolls were small, afraid of life, and ran away with smoke, so he took a step and continued to walk. When he walked to Wuli, Lan Wang's machine was cold, and a light drizzle of rain was blowing from the breeze.

He looked up at the sky, and sure enough, the gray clouds seemed to be about to press down, and immediately the pace quickened, and the rain came faster.

At this time, I suddenly saw five or six people standing on the edge of the ridge in front of me.

The rain had turned into raindrops, and these men had neither umbrellas nor shelters, as if they were surrounded by something, and had no intention of paying attention to anything else. Lan Wangji approached and saw a peasant lying on the ground, screaming in pain.

After listening to the two sentences, Lan Wangji knew what had happened. It turned out that this farmer was being pushed by another farmer's cow when he was farming, and now I don't know whether he hurt his waist or broken his leg, and he can't get up. The ox had done something wrong, and was driven to stand far away at the end of the field, and he did not dare to come near. The owner of the ox ran to the doctor, but the rest of the peasants did not dare to move the wounded man at will, for fear of breaking his muscles and bones, so they dared to take care of him like this. But the sky was not beautiful, but it rained. At first, it was still sluggish, and I could endure it, but after a while, I went to split my head and cover my face.

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, a farmer ran home to get an umbrella, but his family lived far away and could not come back for a while. But if it goes on like this, there is no way. Even if you get an umbrella, there are not a few of them, and you can't cover one or two people, and the rest are drenched, right?

One of them muttered: "It's like seeing a ghost, such a heavy rain, it's coming." ”

At this time, a farmer said, "Lift up the shed, it will be able to hold it up for a while." ”

Not far away is an old abandoned shed, propped up with four logs. One is crooked, and the other is perennially exposed to the wind and sun, and it is rotten.

One of them hesitated: "Isn't it that you can't touch him?"

"How many ...... A few steps should be fine. ”

The people carefully carried the wounded peasant over, and two of them went to help the broken shed. Who knows, two peasants, but they can't support a broken roof. Others urged, and they riveted their strength, their faces flushed, but they didn't move. Two more people, still not moving!

The roof of this wooden shed is framed with wood, covered with tiles, thatch, and layers of dust, and the weight is definitely not light. But it is not so much that four farmers who work all year round cannot carry it.

Before he got closer, Lan Wangji knew what was going on. He walked to the hut, leaned down, lifted a corner of the roof, and lifted it up with one hand.

Several farmers were stunned.

The roof of the shed, which the four peasants could not lift, the young man lifted it with one hand!

After a moment's pause, one of the peasants whispered something to the others, and without a moment's hesitation, they carried the peasant over. When entering the wooden shed, they all looked at Lan Wangji, and Lan Wangji did not squint.

After putting people down, two people came over and said, "This ...... Childe, you put it down, let's come. ”

Lan Wangji shook his head. The two peasants insisted, "You are too young to stand it." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to help him carry the canopy. Lan Wangji glanced at them, and didn't say much, only slightly retracted a little strength, and the faces of the two peasants changed.

Lan Wangji retracted his gaze and put back his original strength, and the two peasants squatted back.

The wooden shed was even heavier than they had imagined, and the boy couldn't hold it up when he withdrew his hand.

One of them shuddered and said, "It's strange, why is it even colder when you come in." ”

But they couldn't see that at this moment, in the center of the wooden shed, there was a figure with withered hair and a long tongue and ragged clothes.

Outside the shed, the rain and wind blew, and the figure swayed under the wooden shed, bringing a gust of wind.

It was this evil beast that made the roof of this shed extremely heavy, and it could not be lifted by ordinary people no matter what.

Lan Wangji didn't bring a degree device when he went out. Since this evil thought is not harmless, it is natural that it cannot be beaten indiscriminately, and it seems that it cannot be persuaded to put down its hanging corpse for the time being, so it can only prop up the roof first. Go back and report it, and then send someone to deal with it.

The evil creature dangled around behind Lan Wang's fuselage for a while, and was blown around by the wind, complaining, "It's so cold......"

“……”

It looked left and right, and found a farmer to lean on, as if it wanted to warm up. The peasant shuddered suddenly. Lan Wangji tilted his head slightly, giving it a very cold corner of his eyes.

The evil man also shuddered and went back aggrieved. But he still stretched out his tongue and complained: "It's so big, it's raining, it's so open...... It's really cold......"

“……”

Until the doctor came, all the farmers didn't dare to talk to Lan Wangji. When the rain stopped, they moved the injured out of the wooden shed, and Lan Wangji lowered the roof and left without saying a word.

By the time he arrived at Liantang, it was already sunset. He was about to go down to the lake, when a small boat came out of the opposite side, and a middle-aged woman on the boat said, "Oh, hey, what are you doing?"

Lan Wangji said: "Pick the lotus canopy." ”

The woman said, "It's sunset, we won't let anyone in after dark, not today, let's do it another day!"

Lan Wangji said: "I won't stop for more, I'll leave in a moment." ”

The woman said: "No, it's not good, this is the rule, the rule is not set by me, you ask the master to go." ”

Lan Wangji said: "Where is the master of the lotus pond." ”

The lotus picker said: "I went back early, so it was useless for you to ask me, if I let you in, the owner of this lake has nothing good to say to me, don't embarrass me." ”

Hearing this, Lan Wangji was not reluctant, and said with his head bowed: "I'm sorry." ”

Although his expression was calm, he could see a sense of disappointment.

The lotus picker saw that his white clothes were like snow, but half of them were wet from the rain, and his white boots were also stained with mud, so she softened her tone and said, "You are late today, come early tomorrow." Where are you from? It was raining so hard just now, you kid, you didn't come running in the rain, did you? Why don't you have an umbrella, how far is your house from here?"

Lan Wangji said truthfully: "Thirty-four miles." ”

When the lotus picker heard this, she choked and said, "So far! Then you must have taken a long time to get here." If you really want to eat lotus pods, you can buy them on the street, there are a lot of them. ”

Lan Wangji was about to turn around, but he stopped when he heard the words, and said, "The lotus canopy on the street has no stems. ”

The lotus picker said, "Do you have to bring stems? ”

Lan Wangji said: "Yes." ”

"Nope!"

Lan Wangji said stubbornly: "Yes." I was told there was. ”

The lotus picker burst out laughing and said, "Who told you that? Such a fierce little boy is confused!"

Lan Wangji didn't speak, lowered his head and prepared to turn around and walk back. The man shouted again, "Is your house really that far away?"

Lan Wangji said: "Hmm." ”

The lotus picker said, "Do you want to ...... Why don't you go back today? Find a place to live nearby, and come back tomorrow?"

Lan Wangji said: "There is a curfew at home. School tomorrow. ”

The lotus picker scratched her head, thought for a while, and finally said, "...... Okay, let you in, just for a while, for a while. If you want to pick it, hurry up, in case someone sees it, go to the master to chew the root of my tongue, I don't want to be scolded by others at my age. ”

After the new rain in the empty mountain, the clouds are deep and nowhere to go.

After the rain, the magnolia is exceptionally fresh and delicate. Lan Xichen loved it, laid paper on the desk, and painted near the window.

Through the openwork pane, he saw a white-clothed figure slowly approaching, and Lan Xichen did not put down his pen and said, "Forget the machine." ”

Lan Wangji walked over and said through the window: "Brother." ”

Lan Xichen said: "I heard you talk about lotus pods yesterday, and it just so happened that today my uncle asked people to buy lotus pods and go up the mountain, do you want to eat them?"

Lan Wangji said outside the window: "I've eaten." ”

Lan Xichen was a little strange: "Have you eaten it?"

Lan Wangji: "Hmm. ”

The two brothers said a few more words, and Lan Wangji went back to the quiet room.

After finishing the painting, Lan Xichen looked at it for a while, took it away, forgot about it, took out the cracked ice, and went to the place where he practiced Qingxin Yin every day.

In front of the gentian small building, the clumps are light purple, and the star dew is dotted. Lan Xichen walked along the path, raised his eyes, and was slightly stunned.

On the wooden verandah in front of the small building door was a white jade bottle, and a few high and low lotus pods were held in the bottle.

The jade bottle is slender, the lotus stem is also slender, and the posture is very beautiful.

Lan Xichen put away the cracked ice, sat down next to the jade bottle on the wooden corridor, looked sideways for a while, and struggled in his heart.

In the end, I didn't secretly peel one to eat without moving, and what was the difference in the taste of the lotus pod with stems.

Since I look so happy, I guess it's really delicious.

The author has something to say:

This was originally intended to write a cool summer ghost catching story about the children of Yunshen Unknown Places and Lotus Dock, but in the end it was written as a warm rural day.

In short, although iFi failed to turn the second brother back to Lotus Dock to eat, drink and have fun when he was a child, the two children still completed a divine friendship in their intentional or unintentional obsession with each other!