The cold wind is sober, and the twilight scene is shaking.

The cold moon is quiet, and the lights are dancing wonderfully.

In the interweaving of cold and tenderness, in the contrast between beauty and domineering.

Yan Mu bared his teeth fiercely and screamed.

He admitted that he had been in the midst of thousands of flowers, but in the end he was still firmly glued to the honey of the Riguilou.

Watching her smile, his heart was like a thousand springs, and watching her smile at others, his heart was like a stormy wind and rain.

Even if that person was Gu Changqing, he didn't want to. That's why under the surprised eyes of everyone, I couldn't help but grab her hand and turn around and leave.

From an early age, he knew how to please girls. When I was a child, when I went out to play, I usually bought three sugar gourds. One for himself, one for Changqing, and the other for the little girl on the road who he thought was good-looking.

Not only that, but his hero saving beauty is also perfect. Whether it's a little girl or a big girl, as long as he sees being bullied. would pull Gu Changqing and rush over without hesitation.

His feminine popularity has been there since he was a child, and when he grows up, he relies on his good skin to attract bees and butterflies. But in the face of a person who feels the powerlessness of words, this is the first time.

He pulled Yan Huailiu out of the tavern and led her hand all the way, the warm temperature shuttling between the two hands, but he never knew what to use to break the terrible silence.

The two of them walked and walked until Yan Huailiu looked at the sky and slowly shouted to stop.

The initial surprise had disappeared from his face, and instead of a bright smile that was rare in the biting cold wind.

"You brought me to my home building on this day, but what metaphor can't be done?"

Yan Mu raised his head decisively when he heard the voice, and a few red words in the sunrise in the starlight were eye-catching and streamering.

He didn't know why, so he pulled her back here blankly, but if he didn't have any extra thoughts, I'm afraid Yan Huailiu wouldn't believe it at all.

Yan Huailiu stared at him with a look of I see how you explain it, Yan Mu's face was blushing, he lowered his head, and he didn't look at her, Nuo Nuo said, "I don't know what's going on, but I really didn't think about bringing you here." ”

Yan Mu said a lot, like a lying child.

Yan Huailiu raised his leg violently, and the pointed toe left a bruise on his ankle.

He first screamed, then held back again, his face flushed, and said word by word, "I really didn't want to bring you here." ”

Yan Huailiu looked at him and laughed again, "Childe, I thought you didn't like women when I saw your aggressive appearance that day." What's wrong with this one, drinking too much? How to be shy. ”

Yan Mu's face turned even redder, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Yan Huailiu put on a faint smile, took his arm and walked back to the building, saying as he walked, "Come in, I'll invite you to have a drink and make amends for the kick just now." ”

Yan Mu didn't struggle, just looked at her hand hanging on his arm lightly, and a pool of spring water seemed to melt in his heart.

It's not that he looks down on women struggling in the dust, but he never thought that he would have anything other than the joy of fish and water with them.

But looking at Yan Huailiu, her every move would make him think of the desolation. He didn't know why, if she wanted to, he could even marry her now.

Yan Huailiu pulled him into a room, which was different from the bright red and purple outside, and it was all a pale cyan world.

The water-green curtains, the moon-white tablecloth, and even the tea set on the table are all blue. It seems cold, but it makes people feel inexplicably warm.

"Sit down."

Yan Huailiu poured a bowl of hot tea and put it on the table, and said casually, "This is my room, what's the matter, it's okay to furnish it." ”

As if chattering, Yan Mu looked at it carefully and praised, "It's really good." There is no cheesiness of bright red, and there is no coldness of black and white, which makes people very comfortable. ”

Yan Huailiu smiled again when he heard this, "Have you always been so serious?" ”

Yan Mu shook his head, if he was serious, the only person around him was Gu Changqing. And he didn't know why he was serious since he was a child.

There was an ambiguous breath in the air, which made him a little cramped, so he took a big gulp of the teacup and drank it, and the warm current went down the trend before he slowly adapted.

Got up, stretched his arms, and asked casually, "You made it all yourself?" ”

"Where. I have that ability. Not a single log could be lifted, but I just told them how to do it. ”

The obvious problem is becoming more and more uneasy.

"You're nervous?" Yan Huailiu raised his eyebrows and asked funny. The guests who came to return to the building on this day, which one is not an old fritter who has experienced a hundred battles, such a white and shy little student, it is really a different scenery.

"You didn't see it, when we came in just now, all the girls under your hand looked at you like wolves. However, the momentum you asked me about that day was gone. Why, don't I look like a tigress? ”

Yan Mu raised his eyes, as warm as a peach and plum spring breeze, "It's not that you're ugly, and it's not that I'm serious." I'm nervous just when I see you, and I want to be serious when I see you? ”

Yan Huailiu was slightly stunned, and then laughed again, "Childe, do you know that saying serious in front of a woman in a green house is equivalent to saying that eating is not good in front of a dog?" ”

Yan Mu immediately shook his head in shame, "I didn't mean that, I mean, as soon as I saw you, I couldn't speak, as if no matter how beautiful the language was, it would disturb you." ”

"Then if you say that, won't I become a celestial?"

"In my heart, you are better looking than Chang'e?" When he said it, even Yan Mu himself felt very sour, and he wouldn't say something so unpleasant when he was with a girl in the past. I don't know what's going on today, it's nonsense that can't be controlled with one mouth.

"Chang'e?"

Yan Huailiu recalled Yanmu's words, and then flicked his sleeves, like a spring breeze, "But I don't like Chang'e." The man who betrayed him, even if he became an immortal and a beauty, but what was it, in the end he was not a bad woman, and he could only live alone in the cold Moon Palace and grow old. I don't like it, if it's the man I Yan Huailiu likes, even if the sky falls apart, I will die with him, and even if I go to that world, I'll still be together. ”

Speaking of this, his expression darkened a little, "But we, the girls in the dust, are naturally spurned by others." It's like a handkerchief turned into a rag, and no one wants to touch it. ”

Yanmu didn't know why, he was impulsive, and walked straight towards her, "If I like it, I don't care who she was before me, and I don't care who she is after her." Because I'm going to do my best to make her the best person she can be. ”

Yan Huailiu gently pushed him away in front of him, sat back on the chair, and took a sip of tea.

Yanmu's words, she understood, but she only understood.

Listen to some love words, don't take them seriously. She knows the difficulties and sufferings of love words, so she would rather open a business like this in order to see through the bitterness and hypocrisy of love in life.

The man who came here, who was not full of tender words to his wife, but in the end, who did not come here to seek the joy of fish and water.

Yan Mu's words, she just drank a glass of honey water. After the sweetness, it is still your own boiled water that is the most real, and you will never betray.

"Your name is Yan Huailiu?" Seeing her sudden silence, Yan Mu asked, this was the first time he had heard her name, and between his lips and teeth, there was an endless lingering pity.

"On the shore of the Huaishui, the willows are still in place,

Outside the Yuhang Gate, flying flowers are like snow. ”

Yan Huailiu whispered a ballad about his hometown, after so many years, his hometown can only be missed in this way.

"Why, shouldn't you praise me at this time, my name is as beautiful as my people?"

The light of the falling cherry blossoms, dashing and sprinkled, slanted down from the top of the head, beautiful eyes are longing, obsessive and extended, and it hits the heart of Vientiane.

Yan Mu was motionless, even his breathing stopped, and after a long silence, he slowly spit out a word

"Beauty."

( = Old Song)

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