The bitter nights of midsummer are short, and the opening is slightly cool. July in the wild, August in Yu, September in the house, October crickets under my bed. I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer. After the mid-July season, gold and fire wrestled.

Su Yan, who couldn't sleep peacefully after tossing and turning in bed, only felt that no matter what he did recently, he seemed to be uncomfortable losing a piece, and even when he talked to Brother Hu on weekdays, he couldn't help but wander. He knew that this was wrong, but he couldn't control his behavior, and even the study he opened up was full of pictures of that person, and he could fall asleep with a smile.

What kind of ecstasy did you say she poured into him? Otherwise, how could he be so obsessed with a person.

The full moon is full outside tonight, and it is almost autumn at that time. Even the summer night is a little cooler, the summer cicadas are annoying during the day, and at night, the frogs in the lotus pond are scrambling to show off their beautiful singing voices, which are also disturbing people's sleepless posture.

Since you have never slept after tossing and turning, why not sit by the window with your clothes on. Watch the green fireflies flying in the courtyard, and the colorful moonlight illuminates the shadows and pictures all over the ground.

He felt that he was stunned, if he continued like this. What else did he do when he came to Jinling for scientific research, it was better to pack up his packages and go home to farm. But he just thinks about that person, and even the green waist has lost a lot of weight recently.

Why did you say that the man did not come to him, and even when he went to his house, he was told that his master was no longer at home.

The closed pineapple carved wooden door was pushed open from the inside to the outside with a "chirp", and the slender shadow was eerily long by the hazy moonlight.

The head is full of green silk like a splash of ink landscape painting, only scattered at will. The loose white obscene clothes were worn messily on the body, with a bit of messy beauty, and the man who wore a duck egg blue and silver thread bamboo pattern peony robe slowly walked from the inside, and the silver bright moonlight hazy crossed a layer of light silver around his body.

It's unreal, it seems that in the next second, he wants to feather and ascend to the immortal in place, and fly to the high and cold place.

Su Yan went out in his clothes, frowning and spitting on himself like this. It's like an abandoned boudoir woman.

With a "chirp", the small door next to the courtyard was also pushed open.

"Young master, are you unable to sleep again, is it because the pressure from the recent scientific expedition is too great or do you also think that this frog is too noisy, tomorrow the little one will ask someone to catch those annoying frogs in one net, and eat them steamed and fried at night." The door of the neighboring room was opened, and the black-skinned guy inside came out with a not-so-bright oil lamp. A piece of Da Zhuang who came to Jinling has been tanned for some reason recently, except for a mouthful of teeth that are still as white as porcelain, and he can't find a piece of white flesh, oh, by the way, and eyeballs.

I heard that I don't know who said it, because I don't want to live in vain for a lifetime, or I don't have a lot of ink in my mind. So much so that Da Zhuang has been crazy about the tanning industry for a period of time, and Su Yan has a toothache every time he sees it, and now the two of them are standing together in the sky, it is difficult not to think of black and white impermanence.

I don't even like to take Da Zhuang with him when I go out recently, but he is another little guy who looks delicate and doesn't really become black charcoal.

"Hmm." Su Yan nodded when he heard this, covered his hands behind him, raised his eyes to look at the half-moon in the black night, and there was only such a person talking by his side, so he couldn't help but say loudly; "Under what circumstances did you say that a person would not want to ignore you for half a minute, and he obviously promised that he would come to you in a few days, but now I don't know how long it has been, what do you say?"

Today is the tenth day of Ah Li's departure, let alone looking for him, and even the letter has not sent him a word.

Is something wrong? Or did you simply forget your agreement with him? Or did you simply forget about him as a person? He couldn't afford either option.

It is even more difficult to accept that Ah Li, who was still talking sweet to him one second ago, turned to the arms of others in the next second, and even without his knowledge, it made him so angry that as long as he had a little thought, he could be half angry with himself.

"I wonder who the young master is?" Da Zhuang scratched the back of his head stupidly.

"It's just an ordinary friend, you tell me why she suddenly ignored me." As he spoke, even he didn't notice the slightest grievance in his words.

"Well, if that person suddenly doesn't want to pay attention to me, it must be because I did something to make him angry or annoying. If that person didn't come to me, something must have happened, didn't Childe say a word yesterday? What is the name of the mountain, I will not be the mountain, the moon will not come to me, then I will go to pick the moon. Da Zhuang didn't understand why Gongzi suddenly asked him this question, and deliberately emphasized that it was just an "ordinary friend", and scratched the back of his head with a little confusion before continuing to answer.

"If that person doesn't talk to me or come to me, if it's really me who did something wrong, then I'm going to have to apologize to him. He's buying something he likes to make amends, and he hasn't come to me in a long time, so maybe something really happened that I don't know about. After all, friends get along like this, but even if I don't know if Childe's friend is a man or a woman. Da Zhuang took advantage of the bright moonlight to carefully look at the child's face several times, and saw that there was a gradual relaxation, but he relaxed a lot.

"But what if the man were a woman?" If the mountain is not me, I will be the mountain, and the moon will not come to me, so I will go and pick the moon.

Su Yan felt that he had forgotten this, could it be that he was really stupid to read a book recently. Maybe it's like Da Zhuang said, if Ah Li doesn't come to him, he must be stumped by something, so he just needs to go to Ah Li.

He was really a fool, Su Yan felt for a moment that the dark clouds that had been climbing around his heart for many days suddenly disappeared, and even the gloomy aura that had been tightly coiled around his brows had bloomed into a brilliant spring flower.

"Naturally, I bought some hairpin jewelry and rouge gouache that the girl's family liked, isn't there a good saying, what kind of strong girl is afraid of entanglement." Even in this kind of thing, Da Zhuang, who reacts to the sluggish and slow half-beat, can come back to a little bit of afterthought, girl? Childe is not planning to fall in love at the beginning.

The melon seeds in the head that were still a little sleepy suddenly woke up even the sleepy insects, and even a pair of eyes were shiny. I was so happy that I was even happier than marrying my daughter-in-law, God knows that the lord and the lady don't know how much they broke their hearts for the young master, after all, when the young master is young, the children of the uncle in the family will play soy sauce, and the young master's side is still clean.

It's not just a few people in the house who are in a hurry.

This is good news, and he will have to write back to tell the lord and his wife later, and maybe he will get a reward. A mouth subconsciously grinned a silly-looking grin.

"Childe, I don't know the girl you are talking about, slave keke?" Even thinking of the abnormality of the son when he first came to Jinling, Da Zhuang felt that it was it.

But when I think about it, it seems that there is something wrong, Childe basically takes him with him when he goes out every day. But he didn't see which girl Childe talked to? Could it be that Childe secretly likes it behind his back???

But that's not right, right? So why has Childe been trapped in recent days? Could it really be Childe's wishful thinking, and the falling flowers are intentionally ruthless. But if this is the case, then his son-in-law is really too pitiful.

Su Yan didn't know that he was just a few words that were enough to make the scholar who grew up with him think like this.

Most of the time had passed unconsciously, until Su Yan couldn't help but yawn and turned back to the house, waving his hand at Da Zhuang; "You have to wake up early tomorrow, and you go to bed."

"Okay, good night, young master."

"Good night."

Jinling is obviously a city that never sleeps, with bright lights and bright glass lanterns. The lights are beautiful and the wine is fragrant, and the pink sideburns and saffron beauties are drunk.

The lights had been turned off in the room, and only a fist-sized night pearl was placed on the small table next to the bed, emitting a faint light, softly hitting the side face as white as jade, and a pure white embroidered handkerchief on the pineapple wood table.

Agarwood, who was casually draped in a dark embroidered robe, stroked the snow-white handkerchief, and looked up again. It seems that I haven't seen that person for a long time, and I don't know if she is okay now.

In the flickering sight, it seems that he has returned to the person he first saw in the Wind Pavilion that day.

Just one more glance at you in the crowd, that heart has fallen from the side.

He only felt as if he was dreaming for a while, as if he was stepping on clouds, and he was always worried about whether he would wake up from this dream one day. So that people always suffer from gains and losses, even after knowing that the general gave an order, he still sneaked into the general's room uncontrollably, and slept on a bed full of the smell of the general.

It seems that only in this way can he find a trace of truth, which can touch the truth in the palm of his hand.

He Dangli has been playing a pot of fine peach blossom wine on the last few nights and bringing his favorite sauce crow. Holding a large bouquet of delicate flowers in his arms, he came to the halfway point of the mountain in the west of the city, chattering to a wordless tombstone.

Both sides of the tomb are built with good bluestone, and a peach blossom is planted next to the tree, and every spring is full of purple and red mountains, peach and pear are flying, and pink butterflies are dancing.

He Dangli, who was worried that he was not drunk enough, thought that his eyes were hazy at the moment. There were a lot of drunk wine bottles piled up at his feet, and the smell of drunken wine could be smelled within a radius of ten miles. Fortunately, the smell of spicy wine was a little uncomfortable.

Today's He Dangli is no longer like the flower slave in the past, but his eyes are still red. No matter how much wine is poured into the mouth, it still has a bitter taste, which is dozens of times more difficult to drink than drinking a decoction made of licorice mixed with yellow lotus.