However, later, Nan Shiyan found that he began to envy him.

Envy the time accompanied by the end of the end of the year, envy of the deep relationship between the end of the end and the end of the year.

If you didn't retreat and didn't create an end to your life at the beginning, then you would have grown up with you, wouldn't you?

When listening to Ling'er calling himself "senior brother" with crooked eyebrows, Nan Shiyan actually felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

He thought that if it had been like this, it would be good.

Although he knew that Ling'er treated him like this, he just treated him as his end. However, he doesn't mind, anyway, the end of his life is because of him, isn't it?

However, Ling'er still found out.

Later, Nan Shiyan realized that he had indeed inherited all the cultivation and memories of the end of his life, but he could not inherit Ling'er's deep affection for him.

As much as possible, after all, it is still the end of the year.

And he, from beginning to end, was just a substitute.

The sun gradually slanted westward, the sky gradually darkened, the cold came, the cold condensation came, and the quiet perched among the branches and leaves.

The sound of the piano has not stopped, and the murmuring flows through everyone's hearts, with a sense of warmth.

The crescent moon appeared in the sky, surrounded by bright stars, and the night breeze was cold, looking at all things in time.

Time passed little by little, the clouds and water were in the center, the lights were lit all night, and the sound of the piano sounded all night.

When the morning sun shone on the crystal condensation, Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The vision blurred for a while, and gradually became clear, and the sound of the piano in the dream was still in my ears, whispering.

The body moved, Su Yunran struggled to sit up, and a low voice came from his ear: "Xiao Ran." ”

Raising his head slightly, Su Yunran saw Su Wenye beside the bed.

Because of the worries during this time, Su Wenye was obviously a lot haggard, and there was deep worry in his calm eyes.

Pulling his pale thin lips, Su Yunran called softly, "Daddy." ”

Su Wenye said "um" softly, stretched out his hand, carefully helped Su Yunran to sit up, rubbed her head, and said softly: "How do you feel?" ”

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

Su Yunran tilted his head, his voice was soft and glutinous, with a somewhat hoarse feeling, "I feel okay, but I'm a little tired." ”

While speaking, the people guarding the room all woke up, and when they saw Su Yunran, they all made surprised sounds.

"Xiao Ran, you're awake."

"Yun Ran, are you okay?"

"But I'm worried about us."

Su Yunran raised his lips, looked at them one by one, and his voice was a little brisker, "I'm sorry to make everyone worried." ”

"Say what, it's fine."

Su Yunshu rubbed Su Yun's dyed green silk, with an obvious smile on his handsome face.

Su Yunran smiled lightly, looked over one by one, and finally stayed on Nan Shiyan behind everyone.

The moment he felt Su Yunran's gaze, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Nan Shiyan's fingertips trembled slightly, and he raised his head suddenly, looking at Su Yunran.

Everyone calmed down, looking at the two of them, with meaningful smiles on their faces.

Nan Shiyan put away the piano and looked at Su Yunran calmly, his warm eyes gathered all the complex emotions, and the hand hidden in his sleeve was slowly retracted, and his fingertips were tingling slightly.

After a moment of silence, Su Yun hooked his lips suddenly, and a shallow smile bloomed on his delicate face, which actually showed a little anger on this pale little face.

Seeing this bright smile, Nan Shiyan's heart couldn't help jumping, and he was slightly stunned, and then, a voice as clear as jade came: "Senior brother." ”

At that moment, a monstrous wave suddenly surged in Nan Shiyan's heart, and a deep sense of joy overwhelmed him, and his eyes that had always been calm brought obvious joy, flashing with inexplicable brilliance.

Taking a deep breath, Nan Shiyan spoke softly, with a smile between his eyebrows: "Senior sister." ”

Su Yunran raised his lips slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and his eyes were clear.

Nan Shiyan's eyes moved, he stood up, walked in front of Su Yunran, leaned over slightly, and said softly: "After sleeping for so long, do you feel better?" ”

Su Yunran tilted his head and said with a smile: "I feel much better." ”

As he spoke, Su Yunran picked up the tassel tassel next to the pillow, stretched out his pale palm to Nan Shiyan, and raised his thin eyebrows, "Senior brother, give me your jade fan." ”

Without the slightest hesitation, Nan Shiyan directly responded "Okay", then raised his hand, used his spiritual power, and gently put the jade fan into Su Yunran's palm, his eyebrows and eyes warm.

"Here you go."

Su Yunran smiled lightly, his slender fingers lightly tapped the jade fan, hung the tassel tassel in his hand on the jade fan, and gently sorted it out, his eyes were soft, and his eyebrows were full of smiles.

Gently stroking the pattern on the jade fan, Su Yunran handed the jade fan to Nan Shiyan and smiled peacefully, "Senior brother, you have to put it away, don't get rid of it again." ”

"Okay."

Nan Shiyan nodded solemnly, the hand holding the jade fan slowly tightened, and his warm eyes were full of seriousness, and the words were sonorous.

"I'll take it."

Su Yunran pursed her thin pale lips and smiled, the bright smell was even more dazzling than the sunlight outside the window.

Su Wenye's expression was slightly moved, he reached out and gently rubbed Su Yunran's head, and said softly: "I've slept for so long, I must be hungry." ”

"Eat first, if you have anything to say, it's not too late to talk after eating."

Su Yunran raised his lips and said briskly: "Okay." ”

Su Wenye beckoned everyone to withdraw, let Su Yunran eat, and he gave a few words of advice, and left.

Looking at the back of Su Wenye leaving, Su Yunran pursed his lips slightly, his slender fingers gently touched his heart, feeling the warmth that could not be ignored, slowly hooking his lips, and smiling lightly.

***

Hanyue Temple——————

The drunken breeze blew through the cold hall, blowing up the soft gauze curtains, bringing the sound of pearls and jade.

Su Yunran followed Gong Linggui and came to the palace.

Xu heard the sound of footsteps, and Mo Rongyue, who was lazily leaning on the low couch, raised her eyes slightly, and when she saw the comer, her body moved slightly, and she tidied up the hem of her clothes slightly.

Coming to Mo Rongyue, Gong Linggui leaned over slightly and said softly: "Mother, the little dye has arrived." ”

Su Yunran lowered his eyes slightly, bowed to Mo Rongyue, and slowly spoke: "Yunran has seen Niangniang. ”

"No courtesy."

Murong Yue flicked her sleeves slightly, stretched out her finger and pointed to the opposite side, and said softly, "Sit down." ”

"Xie Niangniang."

Su Yunran bowed slightly, sat down opposite Mo Rongyue, and Gong Linggui sat beside Su Yunran, raising his hand to pour hot tea for the three of them.

"You've been sick for so long, how do you feel now?"

Murong Yue's gaze fell on Su Yunran's thin face, and her brows furrowed tightly, with a deep sense of distress.

Su Yunran raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "It's much better." ”

Murong Yue lowered her head and sighed, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and slowly spoke: "Concubine Wan's daughter Gong Lingyu has been seriously ill recently, and the imperial doctors said that it would be contagious after diagnosis, so His Majesty ordered her to be sent to a remote hall, where the imperial doctor went to diagnose and treat her every day, and the palace maid was responsible for the daily food. You are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie