So, what about Liu Qinghan?

Where was he in the crowd? How was he feeling at the moment?

I looked at every unfamiliar face in front of me, at every leisurely figure, and when I looked back, I saw that the middle-aged man by the river had stood up straight, and his emaciated back was reflected in the brilliant lights.

I was suddenly shocked.

That back--

I thought I was wrong, and subconsciously reached out and rubbed my eyes, but it was true, the lights around him illuminated his back, and even in his back, I could see those familiar places-broad shoulders, thin waist, straight and slender legs, and a navy blue robe that he was very well dressed, even in such a brightly lit place, there was a bit of depth.

However, I still feel like I am looking at it wrong.

Because the lights around him reflected his figure, and also reflected the silver frost on his temples.

How can it be?

I tried to stand up, but as soon as I stood up, my weak legs made me sit back, and I reached out to hold the stone pier under me, and it took a little more strength to get myself to my feet.

Then, I walked slowly.

With his hands behind his back, he watched the gurgling water under his feet send the river lamp swaying forward.

I walked behind him, stopped a few steps away from him, took a deep breath, and was about to call his name, but he seemed to feel something, tilted his face slightly, and then slowly, turned around.

A familiar face, usually hidden under a cold mask, turned towards me.

……

I read that right.

It's him, with clean and deep eyes, a straight nose, and pursed lips.

There are also two sideburns with gray hair.

The familiar and the unfamiliar are all completely reflected in my eyes at this moment.

I gasped.

And he, not completely calm, looked at me with wide eyes in surprise for a moment, and then said in a hoarse and almost abnormal voice, "Light?"

“……”

I didn't speak, I looked at his temples.

And after he was stunned for a moment, the next action was to immediately turn around and look at the river lantern in the river, which had been swaying with the water flow and blended into a group of river lanterns floating down from the upstream.

When he looked back at me, his eyes were much clearer, but he was still a little incredulous: "Why are you here?"

I looked at his sideburns: "You asked someone to pick me up." ”

"I thought you would go to Chengdu first. ”

"If you ask someone to pick me up, I should be prepared to come immediately. ”

“……”

He was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, I was a little surprised. ”

"Didn't expect me to come?"

"I didn't expect you to come so soon. ”

"And you've got all the rooms ready?"

"All things are foreseen, and those who are not prepared are wasted. ”

"But your mood doesn't seem to be ready for this. ”

“……”

After a moment of silence, he glanced back at the river lantern in the river, which had drifted farther away, and this time, he seemed to be completely sober, so he stepped forward: "Miss Yan, if you miss the distance, forgive your sins." ”

I smiled, still looking away from the place I had been looking at: "Qinghan Gongzi seems to be much more energetic than the last time he was separated. ”

He said, "I'm ashamed. ”

"But how so?"

“……”

At this moment, he seemed to come back to his senses, and I think he was used to the appearance of half a hundred of his sideburns - at least, it had been white for a while, and he was used to it.

He smiled and said, "People, it's always hard to have a quiet time. is worried like this, except for Wu Zixu, who is in a hurry to pass the Zhao Pass, he is probably under it. ”

"Then what are you worried about?"

"If a person has no foresight, he will have near-term worries. ”

"So, what are you worried about?"

As I spoke, I tilted my head to look at the river lanterns behind him, and said with a smile: "Could it be that because of long-term worries and near-term worries, people like Qinghan Gongzi also want to place their hopes on releasing river lanterns and make wishes?"

He reached out and stroked his forehead, as if he was a little embarrassed: "See me." ”

When his hand touched his forehead, he seemed to subconsciously touch his sideburns, but unlike other things, he couldn't hide it, so after stroking it, his hand still put it down and looked at me calmly.

I took a step forward and finally said in a deep voice, "What the hell, what's wrong? How did it come to this?"

We were separated, not even a year. In less than a year, why did he get so worried that his hair turned gray?

He was in his thirties, younger than me.

I thought about how much he must have been through and definitely changed a little during the time we were apart, but all these speculations didn't come to this point.

Even more difficult for me to accept than the scar on his face at the beginning.

Liu Qinghan was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand to comb his hair, and then smiled: "Today's festival is such a good scenery, and it is a bit of a shame to talk about worrying about things." You shouldn't have just said that. ”

“……”

"We'll talk about it later. ”

“……”

"Okay?"

“……”

It's rare for him to have such a tone, but it seems to be coaxing me, but I myself am a little unaccustomed to it, I looked at him for a while, and then nodded lightly: "Okay." ”

He smiled, then walked up to me, pointed to the lively street and said, "Let's go, you just came, I'll show you the scenery." ”

"Hmm. ”

I complied, and walked with him up the stone steps and slowly along the river.

The scenery is really good, there are people around, and it also makes me temporarily forget the purpose of entering the river this time, the evening breeze is cool, blowing the surrounding lanterns constantly swaying, and the laughter and laughter of those people in the whole city are rippling, but he didn't speak again, with his hands behind his back, silently walking with me.

After walking for a while, I finally looked up: "I-"

He said, "You—"

The two of them were stunned for a moment, he blinked, and immediately said, "You say it first." ”

I thought about it for a while and said, "I'll be here in the afternoon, so I'll go to your house to rest for a while." ”

"Oh. Yilan Courtyard is the property of the son of Qinghan. ”

"Now, it's yours. ”

"Yes. ”

"I've heard you love it and stay here. ”

He smiled: "Second Brother Zhao told you." However, your cousin doesn't seem to like it very much, and I heard that he built this annex a long time ago, but he only comes once in a few years. ”

"He doesn't come often?"

"Hmm. ”

"Then who lives here after repairing it?"

His eyes flickered, as if sensing something, and he glanced back at me, my gaze shining in the light of the lanterns.

He was silent and said, "Chanjuan." ”