Fu Jun stood up and lowered her head, A-Yuan's voice sounded above her head, still as cold as black ice, and smashed on her skull piece by piece: "Eat it quickly, stop vomiting." ”

Fu Jun opened the paper bag as he said, but saw a few transparent candies lying in the snow-white soft paper, yellow as amber and as pale as jade. She picked up a dark green candy and put it in her mouth, a sharp cold slid into her throat, and then into her chest, like a clear ice arrow, piercing the discomfort in her chest, making her breathe a long sigh of relief.

Looking at the yellow-faced boy with a comfortable appearance, A-Yuan's long eyebrows hidden behind the dark spots frowned again.

This guy just picked up the candy and ate it, not caring about the dust on his hands, and he didn't know how to wipe it. Ah Yuan's eyes couldn't help but show a little disgust, and he quietly took a step back, widening the distance between him and Fu Jun.

Fu Jun really felt much better. The black-faced A-Yuan's cold voice and the coolness of the mints in her mouth extinguished the disgust in her heart little by little, and together with the will that had receded, she quietly returned to its original place in this coldness.

She looked sideways at the lights next to her, the twilight was still thick, the night was approaching, the splendor of the street, the joy of the street. Their location is in the shadow of an old locust tree, and this quiet corner and the bustle of the street are like two worlds.

Fu Jun raised his eyes to look at Ah Yuan again.

A-Yuan was looking at the locust tree in front of him. The twilight had erased the dark spots on his face, and only his eyes were as bright as cold stars.

This was the second time he had saved her.

If you talk about the first life-saving grace, it is still a bit accidental. So this time, Fu Jun can be sure that Ah Yuan has not left behind her disregardful actions, as well as the small packet of mints. It wasn't just her people who were saved, but also her heart, which was on the verge of collapse.

Fu Jun looked at him, and his heart suddenly warmed.

The fourteen and five-year-old boys are as beautiful as a painting, with an atmosphere like ice and snow, a birch-like posture, and a bright moon in the mountains. In the rain of flowers and lights all over the sky. Under the vast starry sky, such a handsomeness made Fu Jun feel ashamed for a moment.

For the first time, she felt. A-Yuan is very good-looking. It's not the kind of handsome facial features that are good-looking, but a kind of charm from the inside out. If it weren't for the black spot on his face, Ah Yuan would really be the most beautiful person. And the word "young master" is only such a young man with such a clear and beautiful backbone. to be able to afford it.

Fu Jun looked at Ah Yuan in a daze, but Ah Yuan's gaze was always locked on the tall locust tree. Two people stand opposite each other. But he was silent for a long time and was silent.

I don't know how long it took, Ah Yuan suddenly opened his mouth: "Don't you like the Shangyuan Festival either?" ”

Fu Jun glanced at his face, but saw that he was still staring at the front of him, and his gaze had never met her.

She lowered her eyes. He nodded slightly. She noticed that A-Yuan was saying "also", could it be that he didn't like the festival either?

I only heard Ayuan Qingling's voice sound again. Said: "I don't like the Shangyuan Festival either. My mother went on this day. ”

Fu Jun raised his head suddenly. He looked at him with a hint of surprise.

A-Yuan didn't look at her, still looking at the locust tree with a sense of fascination.

The night is thin, and the lights on the street wash away the gloom of the late winter twilight, and with a pleasant warmth and pleasure, it pours in front of people.

However, this warmth is not something that everyone can experience, and the joy of the festival represents pain and sadness for some people, and represents an unbearable past.

The surprise in Fu Jun's heart gradually faded, and in its place, it was an inexplicable peace. It turned out that A-Yuan also had a similar experience to her. There is another person in this world who has the same emotions for the Shangyuan Festival as her. Even, his emotions are even more than hers.

At that moment, Fu Jun suddenly felt relieved in his heart.

The guilt, self-blame, remorse and desolation that had been entrenched in the depths of his soul for a long time came to naught in the two short sentences of this black-faced young man.

She wanted to say something, even if she couldn't comfort the little boy in front of her, it was good to sigh with him.

However, at this moment, she could not speak, not even sigh.

She is a little girl, this is the role set by Wang Xiang for her. And Ah Yuan, according to Fu Jun's observation, is an extremely sensitive and careful person. Any omission on her part may reveal her whereabouts, and Wang Xiang's painstaking arrangement will be frustrated. She tried her best to avoid even making eye contact with A-Yuan, let alone sighing.

Thinking of this, Fu Jun felt a sense of ridicule for a while.

She may really have a grudge against the Yuan Festival. Since she wore here, except for the three years of filial piety, she has only come to the scene of the Shangyuan Festival Lantern Festival twice, but she is in a state of not being able to speak. Four years ago, it was because someone was drugged, and four years later, it was to hide his identity.

Fu Jun smiled bitterly to himself.

She's keeping up with the rhythm of the metaverse bar.

However, at this time, although she can't speak, she can't say nothing, otherwise it will be unreasonable.

After thinking for a moment, Fu Jun stretched out a hand, grabbed half of Ayuan's sleeve, and shook it lightly. Although he couldn't put his words into words, the comfort of this move seeped out little by little.

Because he didn't dare to look at Ah Yuan for a long time, when he did these things, Fu Jun still hung his head slightly. So, from Ah Yuan's point of view, I saw that the little guy didn't even dare to look at him, so he could only quietly shake his sleeves to show comfort.

Ah Yuan was slightly stunned for a moment, but he felt a little more comfortable in his heart.

He didn't know why he was saying those things.

The death of his mother was the biggest pain in his heart, and he never mentioned it to anyone. I don't know what's going on today, but I told a stranger, or a lowly little guy.

After the words were spoken, even he himself couldn't believe it. He thought that it was probably because this little guy was born and had a strong resistance to the bustle of the street that he had an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

After finding this reason for himself, Ah Yuan was quickly relieved.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl, and saw that the other party lowered his head slightly, only facing a messy head at him, as if he was too afraid to look at him. But a gray and yellow hand was on his sleeve, swaying from side to side.

Ah Yuan's two long eyebrows frowned again, and he wanted to pull out his sleeves immediately, or ask the other party to let go of him. He really couldn't look at this dirty black hand.

However, when he opened his mouth, the words that rushed out of his mouth were only two words: "Keep up." ”

As soon as these words came out, Ah Yuan himself was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, he turned around and walked forward.

Fu Jun didn't notice A-Yuan's momentary pause. She naturally loosened Ah Yuan's sleeve, wrapped a few mints in random wraps, took them into her arms, and followed Ah Yuan, stepping into the gorgeous world where people and lamps were intertwined again. (To be continued)

ps: Bow and thank wangnanlele, seven one or two children's shoes for the monthly pass, the author Jun Da thank you!

In addition, because this week's author Jun is in the state of three changes, so the addition will be postponed to next week, thank you.