Ye Mu Shen has never been very popular in Donglai Pavilion.

The people here are all unwavering, and they never look at people other than Hua Yao with their eyes.

Having said that, Yemu's participation in them is no different.

He used to be annoyed that he hadn't really lived for so many years.

And Hua Yao gave him a sense of existence and belonging.

There's a magic in her; As long as you see her and hear her voice, Ye Mushen will no longer feel lost and dazed.

Ye Mushen once asked Lu Qian if he had any pursuits in this life, which he was willing to exchange for with his life.

Lu Qian's answer was very simple, and it also made him very envious - he likes to tinker with those strange things, and wants to tinker with them for the rest of his life; If he's lucky, he wants the weird stuff to be liked.

Lu Qian also asked the same question more than once.

But Ye Mu Shen didn't have an answer.

He is always self-deprecating, what is his pursuit?

It's nothing more than to earn more money, and you don't have to be looked down upon by people anymore.

If you have power, you must have the villain to look up to the sky and laugh.

If you have enjoyed enough of the vanity brought by power, you should hold the looted fat and ointment of the people, resign and retire as soon as possible.

The next thing is to walk around, watch the plays, drink, bask in the sun and enjoy the beautiful scenery, and a lifetime will pass.

But did he really not pursue it?

Is there no pursuit, or do you dare not give it a go?

Hua Yao rescued him in this way.

It's much more practical to follow such a magical and charismatic person than to follow your so-called dreams, isn't it?

……

On a moonlit autumn night, Ye Mushen returned to Donglai Pavilion.

From the front porch to the backyard, everyone ignored him.

And he is the opposite; Every time he met a waitress, he would respectfully call out "sister", and he would never get tired of it.

Returning to his shabby little dilapidated house next to the dining room, Ye Mushen hesitated for a long time, and finally moved out of his private half jar of wine and drank it all, still not satisfied.

Why is that guy ...... How......

With a slightly drunken wetness in his eyes, he lay on the bookcase and wrote casually:

The evening is like a meeting. I am ashamed of my husband, but I have no faith in my words, and I can't welcome the birth of a baby with you. Because my heart is connected now......

After writing back and forth several times, my mind became more and more confused, and finally I tore up the letterheads and threw them into the candlesticks and burned them to ashes.

The alcohol in his stomach was faintly burning, but he didn't pay attention to it, so he found a clean white robe and carried it to the cold spring in the backyard.

There was some wind blowing on the road, and I remembered the appearance of a guy in white clothes looking at him condescendingly.

The eyes fell on him clearly, but there was no him in his eyes......

shook his head vigorously, and there was a deep darkness in Ye Mushen's eyes that could not be fathomed.

There are two baths in the Donglai Pavilion, one for the exclusive use of the pavilion master, and the other for the maids in the pavilion.

With a low status, the only man who is a night ginseng is naturally not qualified to enter the bath.

He usually washes with well water; This night, perhaps because of some wine, I rose up to soak myself in the cold spring in the open air.

The people here are not interested in him anyway, even if they see his back from afar, they will mostly walk away silently as if they didn't see it.

He had nothing to worry about.

It's just that the closer you get to the cold spring, the stronger the strange fragrance becomes.

If you listen closely, there seems to be the sound of agitated water waves.

Ye Mushen lightened his steps.

He was all too familiar with the floral scent.

But that's not right......