"Let me go." The man put the deed paper in his arms and looked at Feng Xidao.

Feng Xi didn't say a word, he didn't have the slightest affection for the aunt, and followed the man without a trace of nostalgia.

"My name is Dong Wuxian." The man on the way suddenly spoke.

Feng Xi raised his head, as if he was puzzled.

Dong Wuxian didn't care about her reaction, but continued, "You look a little like a friend of mine, but he's a man and much older than you. ”

Feng Xi said lightly: "The world is so big, there are no surprises, but they are just similar. ”

Dong Wuxian smiled: "Also, I've never heard him say it, how could you be..."

"What?" This person's voice is too quiet, but she can't hear well.

"It's okay, let's keep going." Dong Wuxian's expression was calm, as if the person who was laughing just now was not him.

Feng Xi pursed her lips and stopped speaking.

The atmosphere was awkward.

Dong Wuxian looked up at the sky, and the crescent moon appeared.

"It's not early, let's find a place to rest first." Dong Wuxian stopped and turned his head to look at Feng Xidao.

After that, he followed his memory and found a ruined temple, and the burned soot in the broken temple indicated that someone had been here.

Dong Wuxian handed out a delicate but small box, thought about it and took out a delicate small wine jug, there is a shallow 'Chuan' at the edge of the two things, if you don't look carefully, you will not be able to detect it. "I'll go out and get some firewood, you wait for me here, and if you're hungry, eat this." Dong Wuxian looked at the wind and said.

Feng Xi took it, and his mood has not changed much, "I know." ”

When Dong Wuxian left, Feng Xi opened the delicate box, and the faint fragrance of flowers came out in an instant, and the delicate pastry was mixed with a few pink begonia flowers, which was very exquisite, and she had never seen such a delicate pastry since her parents left.

Feng Xi pinched out a piece of pastry, took a bite, first slightly sweet, and then the sour taste spread, the sudden taste made Feng Xi startled, and hurriedly picked up the small wine pot next to the delicate small box, which was also a quiet fragrance, but Feng Xi didn't have time to smell it, and poured a sip.

"Whew, I didn't expect such a beautiful pastry to be so sour, and this wine.... I thought it was as sour as this pastry, but I didn't expect it to be sweet. Feng Xi said with a flask.

......

Dong Wuxian looked coldly at the moon-white robe in front of him, and his white hair was scattered on his shoulders at will, untied or untied. In the light of the stars, the lips are as beautiful as cherry blossoms, and the skin is as delicate as porcelain, in the moonlight, the white-haired man's eyelashes tremble slightly, still indifferent, the corners of his mouth are slightly pursed, and a graceful arc is drawn out, making people more and more charming.

"Xianyue, don't look at me like this, if someone isn't afraid that you won't have Begonia wine on the road?" The white-haired man smiled softly, and as he spoke, he took out a few delicate vials from his arms that were indistinguishable from Dong Wuxian's gift to Feng Xi, and shook them in front of people's eyes.

Dong Wuxian took off his mask, his handsome face was exposed to the air, looked at the white-haired man, pursed his lips and said, "Since he gave it, bring it." As he spoke, he walked into the white-haired man.

"Tsk, no, Yan Chuan heard that you came to Jincheng this time to bring a little beauty back to be a dancing girl, let me help him see the people and recognize his face." The white-haired man seemed to be a good brother and put on Dong Wuxian's shoulder.

Dong Wuxian frowned lightly and said, "Qihua, put it down, I'll take you there." ”

"Okay, I hope this person will not live up to Yan Chuan's expectations." Mo Youli put down the arm on the man's shoulder and said.

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