After Xianglu left, Situ Nanyun stayed in the room alone, and there were laughter from time to time in the courtyard, which made the room even colder.

For some reason, a feeling of loneliness and loss suddenly rose in her heart, and after sitting for a while, she felt bored, so she lay down on the bed. At this time, the moonlight outside the window was quietly sprinkled in front of the bed, a little dazzling. She slept with her eyes closed, but she couldn't sleep for a while, and her thoughts lingered. Thinking that if he is in this world, he should have Lin Yuanming by his side at this time, I don't know how he is now, maybe he won't be alone, right? He has "her", and what is Lin Yuelan doing at the moment? He hadn't seen him since he became Situ Nanyun, maybe he was dating the person he had been dreaming about for a long time.

And in another place, there was also a person who couldn't sleep at night. I saw that the night was like water, the roof was cool, one person dressed in white, sitting facing the moon, and the white clothes were more green like water under the silver moonlight. His white and slender fingers tapped between the jade flutes, and the sound of the flute flowed out, needless to say, this person was Lin Yuelan.

The moonlight is like a hook, not perfect, but such a moonlight is just right to conceive people. He remembered the scene when he first met Du Ruo, and the beautiful and refined face that often came to his mind at that time. But since that night of hugging, she has disappeared and never appeared in front of him again. Where is she at the moment? Will you come to see him in the future? The quiet sound of the flute is telling his deep love.

Situ Nanyun couldn't sleep and decided to come out for a walk.

The streets are lit up with lights, men and women walking together, and laughter and laughter continue. She walked aimlessly, and because of the large number of people, she was squeezed to the edge of the road from time to time, and almost stepped on the stalls of small vendors. Maybe it's touching the scene, maybe it's her own sorrow lingering, walking and walking, the sorrow is getting stronger and stronger, she seems to have blocked a wall of sorrow in her heart, she can't disperse, she can't move, she is a little panicked, and she has no interest in the dazzling and strange goods on the stall. After walking for a while, she faintly heard the sound of the flute, she shook her head, calmed down, and listened again, the flute seemed to be gone. She was very familiar with this flute, the song she heard when she first met Lin Yuelan. She shook her head, secretly laughing at herself again, always incorrigibly fantasizing about Lin Yuelan.

Situ Nanyun walked unconsciously for more than an hour, and his feet were a little sore, so he walked back. When she returned to her room, she had already returned, brought some rouge back, and gave her a box. In bed, after listening to Xianglu's tireless description of the dating scene for nearly an hour, I finally fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Situ Nanyun went to work. Because yesterday was the annual Qiqi Festival, there were three or four times more guests here than usual, so the workload was much higher than usual, and she carried a large bamboo basket to pour the melon and fruit shells into the compost pit in the yard.

This compost pit is usually covered with a lid, so there is basically no peculiar smell coming out, and this ancient garbage waste is nothing more than some melons and fruits, which can be piled together to make fertilizer for flowers and trees.

She had carried it back and forth three or four times, with a thin sweat on her face, and now only the last room of the West Wing remained.

She pushed the door open and walked in, and the people inside were sitting on the edge of the bed and laughing. She was used to it, and she cleaned up by herself, and suddenly the wind rolled up the curtain, and a familiar bearded face appeared, and her heart tightened, "It's him, why is he here?" He lowered his hat and wiped the table as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, worker, bring me that plate of fruit." Inside is a nonsense.

Situ Nanyun lowered her head, turned sideways, lifted the corner of the curtain, and handed the fruit bowl in.

"Why don't you speak, you can't see your face, is it possible that you are afraid that I will see you?" The beard leaned over and poked his gaze over.

Situ Nanyun quickly turned his face, shook his head again and again, and pointed to his mouth with his finger.

"Oh, it turned out to be mute." The bearded man sneered.

Situ Nanyun nodded hurriedly, pretending to be innocent, glad that he didn't recognize her.

Maybe it was because she looked funny or something, the "woman" next to the beard lowered her head and covered her mouth, but the trembling of her body still betrayed her smile.

"Well, this fruit is good, pour another glass of wine." The bearded messenger evoked her, and she didn't feel anything wrong at all.

Situ Nanyun didn't dare to provoke him, she had seen his awesomeness, so she obediently turned around and went to get the wine again, poured a glass of wine and handed it to him.

The beard put one hand around the waist of the "woman" next to him, and took the wine with the other, "Yes, good wine and food, beautiful people in the arms, it is really a joy in life." ”

The woman still lowered her head and smiled, while Situ Nanyun turned her face away a little unnaturally.

Suddenly, there was a slight noise from the roof, and the man pulled her over, and she fell to the bed, her waist was hit with pain, and the woman next to her also jumped up and chased out.

"Help!" She was about to shout, but the beard covered her mouth, "Come with me, it's not safe here." ”

Situ Nanyun saw that his identity was recognized, and he didn't have time to mourn for himself, so he nodded after thinking about the current situation, and followed the beard out of the room.

The only thing Situ Nanyun can rely on is that insignificant wrestling skills, but the last time she showed her hand in front of the beard, people will definitely be on guard, and she must succeed in one fell swoop.

Seeing her look around, the man glared at her, "Go, don't delay!" ”

When they arrived on the street, people came and went, and the cheeky accomplices had not yet arrived, Situ Nanyun thought that if he didn't run away at this time, he would have no chance. Taking advantage of the oncoming group of people, he aimed at the target, easily hooked his legs, and several people on the other side fell towards the person in unison. The beard reacted very quickly, and hurriedly withdrew to dodge, but at this moment, Situ Nanyun's figure was gone.

The man flicked his sleeves, "Damn, let her run away again, this girl is getting more and more cunning." I was bored when I heard someone behind me running and shouting, "Childe, Childe, wait for me!" ”

The person who came was Qingfeng who was dressed as a man in the room, and the beard was naturally Lin Yuelan.

"What's the matter, did you catch the man?" Lin Yuelan asked.

"It's strange that that man's kung fu is average, but he disappeared into this courtyard out of thin air." Qingfeng was indignant.

"There must be something wrong with this drunken fragrance house, let people keep an eye on here, it's better to arrive early, otherwise Situ Nanyun will fall into their hands." Lin Yuelan's sharp eyes glanced back at the drunken Xiangju.

Qingfeng didn't see Situ Nanyun, so he asked, "Childe, where is Situ Nanyun?" ”

"She ran away, this girl is getting more and more treacherous, next time I won't be polite to her, tie up a big tie and let me see how she escapes?" Lin Yuelan's anger came up again.

Qing Feng's mouth opened wide, and he really couldn't understand why his family's wise and handsome son was actually planted in Situ Nanyun's hands twice in a row.