In comparison, Yelan's side is much better.

"Rest on the spot for a while, you've been in the carriage for so long." Yelan spoke up.

"Yes." Mo Yan replied.

Yelan lifted the curtain and handed the food to Mo Yan. He said, "Eat, if you feel thirsty, there is water." ”

Lower the curtain and lean over to Forgotten Dust. Looking closely, she found that the young man's appearance was getting better and better, and she understood for the first time what it means to have picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

Between his eyebrows, his eyes were full of paintings. But it's cold.

"Why?" The young man opened his lips and said.

So close, Yelan could easily see that the young man's eyelashes were like a butterfly. Up and down, as if flying.

In fact, the young man was thinking about whether to open or not, and he clearly knew that Yelan leaned over and leaned in front of him. If you open your eyes, it will be embarrassing for the two of you, but if you don't open your eyes, you don't know how to talk to people with your eyes closed.

The girl didn't tease him anymore, and straightened up and sat back on the soft couch. At the moment when the girl left, Forget Dust raised her eyes filled with ice and snow.

Yelan smiled heartlessly and said, "Brother Wangchen has been on the road for so long, so I'm hungry." ”

Forget Chen didn't speak, and her cold phoenix eyes looked at her as if to say: Is there something wrong?

The girl glanced at the pastries on the table and said, "It's okay, I just asked if you were hungry." Well, there are some pastries to eat. ”

Forget the dust didn't move, obviously didn't want to eat.

Thin lips lightly refused: "Not hungry." ”

Yelan raised her eyebrows, she hadn't eaten since the morning, and she wasn't hungry until now. Do you really think that your body is made of iron?

I lifted the curtains, and there was a fruit tree just outside the window.

Yelan poked her head out and picked a few fruits without much effort. He poured it with water and wiped it with a handkerchief.

Handing over the few fruits, looking at the young man's puzzled eyes, Yelan's face turned red.

Raising his head, he said in a slightly awkward voice: "I see that you haven't eaten for so long, so there are only some fruits here, so you will order them." ”

Afraid that the young man would dislike this unclean, he hurriedly added: "Don't worry, I've washed it." ”

The young man didn't move, and the cold phoenix eyes stared at her so calmly.

Under this gaze, Yelan was somewhat unbearable. According to her temperament, she cares about other people's affairs, and she regrets that she is meddling in her own affairs.

Suddenly, he saw the young man in front of him, and pursed out two words with thin lips: "Thank you." ”

The voice is cold and beautiful, and it is not too much better than the voice that did not fluctuate before and seemed indifferent.

Obviously, a certain girl hasn't reacted yet, she has never thought about it, and she doesn't dare to think about forgetting dust to say thank you to her.

In her eyes, Forget Chen is like a god who has no desires and no desires, how can she need help from others? Not to mention saying thank you.

"Huh? Oh. It's okay, little things. Yelan said these four words in a hurry, and she didn't look like her at all.

It didn't seem like he was stupid anymore, so he simply took Forget Chen's hand and put the fruit in his palm. From beginning to end, this action is nothing more than a blink of an eye.

Once you've put it away, don't look out the window.

There is still a touch in his hand, like a piece of cold jade. Slender fingers with cold fingertips.

muttered in his mouth: "It's just that people are cold, why are your hands so cold." ”

Seeing that Wuchen raised his eyebrows slightly, he knew that the girl's martial arts were very high, but this speed was not just very high.

Looking down at the fruit in the palm of his hand, there were still droplets of water on it. The cyan peel with translucent water droplets is very attractive to look at.

Forget the dust put it to his mouth, and the thin lips like flower petals bit lightly.

…… It's pretty tasty.

Then Forget Chen put the rest of the fruit on the table and took a sip of tea.

Yelan glanced at the fruit on the table, and he ate one, wouldn't he be hungry?

Forget Chen seemed to see what Yelan was thinking, and said, "I'm not hungry." ”

"Oh." Yelan glanced at Forget Dust strangely and didn't say anything.

I thought to myself: Brother Wuchen shouldn't be really a god, he hasn't eaten for so long, and now he has only eaten one fruit and said that he is not hungry. Is it really God, and that's not wrong. With the handsome face of Brother Forgotten Chen, he doesn't look like a mortal. Or is it that the martial arts he practices can make people not know about hunger.

Compared with the previous conjecture, Yelan is more inclined to the latter.

What kind of martial arts function does this make people not know how hungry, Brother Wangchen has become so cold, could it be because he has practiced this martial art that he has become like this.

If you think so, Brother Forget Chen is also a little pitiful.

In Yelan's thoughts, the sky darkened, and they could only rest on the spot.

Mo Yan sat outside, his eyes closed. But she was always on her lookout. His right hand rests on the hilt of the sword, and as soon as there is danger of hanging it on his waist, he immediately comes out of the sheath and sees blood.

The ink on the outside was vigilant, but the two people inside should drink tea and chant. It's not laid-back, it's comfortable.

"No, I said Brother Forgotten Dust. Aren't you annoyed by reciting this sutra all day long? Yelan laughed.

Every time two people are alone in the same space, Wangchen will recite Buddhist scriptures. Although I don't know what he's reading, it's a very boring thing for Yelan.

He took out the flute hanging from his waist and spun it in his hand. The corner of his eyes was raised, and he said to Wangchen: "Brother Wangchen, we have known each other for so long, you haven't heard me play the flute." It just so happens that there is a clear moon and stars tonight, so I'll show you a look. ”

After speaking, he put the flute to his mouth, and a song that he had never heard before sounded in the ears of Forget Chen.

The flute sound rises melodiously, crisp and soft, euphemistic and clear coexist. It's like a natural sound, pleasant!

The beautiful and elegant sound of the flute lingers in the ears, as if a freehand picture is laid out in front of you.

It is said that the sound of the flute is related to the person who plays the flute, but the girl in front of him is obviously not such a soft and elegant person.

The long sound of the flute pierced into the distance, and after Mo Yan, who was sitting outside, heard the sound of the flute, the curvature of the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

In the middle of the cave, the man sat alone on the steps.

He holds a flute in his hand, which is made of bamboo. There is a scratch on it that affects the appearance of the entire flute.

The man put it to his mouth and blew it gently.

If Yelan was next to him, he would have been shocked. Because the tune that the man is blowing at the moment is exactly the same as hers, but the tune that the man is blowing is even more sad and miserable. It's like missing someone, but it's like hating someone.

In the empty hall, this song echoed.

There were many jars of wine poured beside the man, but they were all drunk.

Take the flute in your arms and pour it down on the steps. Looking at the sky, he muttered, "It'll be fine soon." ”

"How's it going, Brother Forgotten Dust. Sounds good, right? After playing a tune, Yelan put down the flute and raised her head, and asked proudly.

"Hmm." Forget the dust slightly bowed his head in affirmation.

The young man's slender fingers rested lightly on his knees, and his back was as straight as a pine and cypress.

"Who taught you?" The boy asked.

Forget Chen clearly knew that this song could not be blown by Yelan, so it could only be taught by others.

Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, she forgot to say coldly:

"If you find it inconvenient to answer, forget it."

Yelan said: "...... Well, it's the beginning of Yunmo. ”