Yan Changan saw Ling Fengling's frowning and contemplative appearance, and said with a smile: "Why don't I bring you a bottle to drink."

"No, I'm still underage."

"Drinking has a half-dime relationship with adulthood, and I dared to secretly drink rice wine at the age of ten."

"Is it good?"

"At that time, I didn't think it tasted good at all, it tasted weird."

"Then, listening to your tone, it feels like you've tried to steal a drink many times."

"Because of my mother, she loves to drink, so I had to secretly get it in the middle of the night, it was not good at first, but sometimes I took a sip when I was unhappy, and found that it was not bad, and then I loved to drink, you don't necessarily like it when you drink it now, don't look at the people in those books talking nonsense, the taste of this kind of thing, varies from person to person."

"But when you took me out to play when I was a child, you said it was delicious, and I thought it was good, and so many people love to drink the same thing, so it should taste bad and bad."

"Why are you curious, I don't bring you a bottle, are you ignoring me again."

"How dare you, you can take pity on me as a patient, just bring a bottle, please, I want to drink it too."

"Okay, I'll help you without any difficulty."

The next day, Ling Fengling saw Yan Changan bring a gourd, there was a smell in the gourd, it felt okay, it was not as fragrant as written in the book, but it was very special.

"You are so lucky, the wine brewed by my fifth sister is made with good peach petals exposed to the sun for three days, and it is brewed with her secret method of poisoning, it is delicious, not very spicy, and although the sweetness is light, the sweetness is long, which makes people remember."

"It's such a good wine, why don't you keep it for yourself?"

"It's better to be happy alone than to be happy with everyone, besides, you are my good brother, how can I wronged my brother when you tried to drink for the first time?"

"I just made some delicious food today, let's eat it later."

"What did you mess with?"

"Custard, it's a little sour, I feel like it tastes good, I don't know if you're used to eating it."

"Then I'll try." Ling Fengling likes to tinker with all kinds of strange things, in Yan Changan's words, he is idle and has nothing to do, tossing around, and treating him as a white mouse.

However, sometimes the things that Ling Feng Lingzu pounded out are quite delicious, such as the current yogurt jelly, such as sweet peach blossom tea.

"The taste is really different from the custard I usually eat, it has a very sour taste, my dad doesn't like it, but I like it."

"Wine."

"Oh, I forgot, how would it feel to come and taste it?"

Ling Fengling took a sip, frowned and said nothing, took another sip, was silent, his brows furrowed even tighter, Yan Changan was unconsciously a little nervous, "How does it taste?" ”

Ling Fengling drank an unknown number of sips and sighed: "At first, it was a little bitter, bitter and spicy, and there were other flavors hidden in the spicy, which cleared people's hearts and spleens, and then I knew that it was only the fragrance of peach blossoms, but I was a little dizzy now."

Yan Changan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and thought that something had happened to Ling Fengling, but now it seems that he is scaring himself: "Don't make drinking so much like academic research."

Ling Fengchi, hehe lay on the ground twice, drunk?!

Yan Changan smiled bitterly, pushed Ling Fengling back to the room, got everything done, and went out of Ling's Mansion over the wall, there was a noise and excitement outside Ling's Mansion, but he was far from being at ease with Ling Fengchime, he used to be interesting because Ling Fengchime, but he didn't know what his bosom friend was and what it meant, and now he thinks that Ling Fengchime should be his bosom friend.

Bosom friends are hard to find, if Ling Fengling is gone, where can he find a bosom friend? Yan Changan was walking on the street, and suddenly he heard Ling Fengchi's voice: "No one can live without anyone." When I was a child, the immature and old voice said, and in a blink of an eye, he was handsome but pale, a young man.

The wind blew gently, but it couldn't blow away the melancholy temperament between the young man's eyebrows, the young man smiled slightly, turned around to leave, Yan Changan wanted to grab the young man's hand, but he didn't catch it.

When I woke up from a dream, I don't know when I entered the dream, Yan Changan saw that he was still in the teahouse, and he hadn't sent Ling Fengchime wine yet, it turned out to be a dream, was it really a dream?

He came to the wall in Ling Fengling's backyard and turned over, but what he saw was Ning Ling Yuele in women's clothes: "You don't have to come again, my brother is no longer here."

"Can I see him again?" Yan Changan remembered that a few days ago he also climbed over the wall, and at the same time came to find Ling Fengchime, but Ling Fengchime did not sit in the shade of the tree as before, he was on the bed, sitting next to Ling Yuele, Ling Fengchime looked out the window, the dead leaves fell, the northern geese flew south, and shed tears, and the nightmare woke up more afraid, under the window, the flowers and leaves fell are always amazing, this poem shows a 13-year-old boy, the fear of death, but what if he is the one who is about to die.

Ling Fengchi fell asleep slowly that day, never woke up again, Ling Yuele looked at Yan Changan for a long time, when he was a child, he always wanted to compare with him, and he was thinking about surpassing him, and he was also curious about where he went if he didn't go to school in the afternoon.

As she grew older, she also had an inexplicable affection for Yan Changan, which made her more and more curious, where Yan Changan would go in the afternoon, and she had secretly followed her, but there was no result.

Until one day she happened to see Ling Fengling laughing, she was very curious about which person it was, which made her younger brother, who didn't like to laugh very much, smile.

Quietly approached only to find that the person was really Yan Changan, first surprised, then confused, and then clear, although the younger brother is young, he is a good teacher.

Come to think of it, what Yan Changan has done since he was a child is the opinion put forward by his younger brother.

But she listened to their conversation and found that Yan Changan had his own unique opinions, he, like his younger brother, could think of things to the key points, and at the same time would find different details, they chatted very tacitly, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were bosom friends.

Ling Yuele didn't have the habit of skipping class, but she could call someone to help him secretly remember everything they chatted with, and it wasn't difficult to relay it to him at night.

The more he learned about Yan Changan's personality, the more he admired Yan Changan, and unconsciously had a faint affection.

But when he was still half-aware of love, his brother's illness was slowly eroding his body, and his brother was always looking at the window and muttering, "Can I do more?"

Ling Yuele didn't understand this sentence very well, but then she understood, because Yan Changan took out the annotations that Ling Fengling had written in the past few years, which were some very simple and easy-to-understand annotations, but they told the meaning behind some difficult but particularly reasonable stories very clearly and clearly, which was a major dedication, but he let Yan Changan circulate it to the world after his death.

"Why is he doing this?" Ling Yuele smiled bitterly.

"He turned out to be a genius who couldn't even be tolerated by the sky, and he didn't want to live in this world, leaving nothing behind."