After tossing and turning for a long time, Qingrang got up from the couch chair, put on his coat and sat in front of the south window, outside the window was a pool of lotus flowers, only faintly looking at the breeze in the moonlight, the posture could not be seen thoroughly, but the smell of the leisurely aroma made Qingrang's heart calm a lot.

When she was young, she often woke up in the middle of the night and saw her mother sitting by the window, when she asked her mother, and her mother said that she was looking at the moon. Now she knows that what she appreciates is not the moon and the moon, but to fill the empty part of her heart with something, or lovesickness or worry.

Yu Zichen lifted the curtain, although he could feel that Qing Rang was careful not to quarrel with him, but he slept lightly and still couldn't fall asleep. Looking at the thin back, he knew that she was scared.

"If you look any further, it will be dawn."

In the quiet room, Yu Zichen's soft voice did not frighten Qing Rang.

"I'm arguing with you?"

Maybe it's because the room is too dark, Qing Rang has less fear of him on weekdays, and his tone is a little more respectful. Yu Zichen could imagine that she must be frowning and wanting to roll her eyes at this time, but for some reason she thought so happily, "If you still don't want to sleep, it's better to go somewhere with me." ”

"Where?"

"Just let me go." Yu Zichen picked up the cloak at hand, and a flying whirl landed on Qing Rang's head, covering half of his body. Qing Rang took off his cloak, and his slightly angry eyes sparkled in the darkness. Yu Zichen had already walked to the door with his hands behind his back, glanced back, got up clearly, and hurried up.

The moon has hung on the western half of the sky, on the long green brick road, everything is quiet in the dark, Qing Rang did not dare to relax a step to follow the person in front of him, occasionally afraid that he would accidentally step on his slightly floating robe, the only thing that can be looked up is the silver hairpin on his hair bun, which seems to be embedded in the bright moon.

Yu Zichen suddenly stopped his steps, turned around and cleared a stumbling that couldn't stop, and didn't dare to bump into it, and fell to the ground with two feet in front and back. The cape's hat slipped down, revealing her overly delicate face, disgruntled.

"Here we are." Yu Zichen stretched out his hand, Qing Rang felt angry in his heart, clapped his hands and stood up, letting Yu Zichen's hand shake the breeze.

"Where is this?" Qing Rang bypassed Yu Zichen's body, saw that there were lights, and listened carefully to the special sound, Yu Zichen did not answer her words, but suddenly a donkey barked, "Mill? ”

Yu Zichen nodded and left first, and Qing Rang followed with his skirt, his nose full of the fragrance of crushed beans.

"Young Master." An old man came forward with a smile, saw Qing Rang behind Yu Zichen, and quickly wiped his hands and saluted, "I've seen the young aunt." ”

"Uncle Zhang, take two bowls of bean curd."

Qing Rang looked at Yu Zichen sideways, he spoke in a very polite tone at this time, without arrogance in the house, thinking that this Uncle Zhang must be special to him, but how she looked at this Uncle Zhang was just an ordinary Zhuang family.

A square table, because one foot is shorter and unstable, Qing Rang and Yu Zichen sat on a bench, and after a while, Uncle Zhang came with two bowls of steaming bean curd, "I don't know if the young aunt eats spicy food, this bowl doesn't put chili peppers." ”

As soon as Uncle Zhang's plate landed on the table, Yu Zichen reached out and brought it over, adding another spoonful of chili pepper and stirring it carefully. Qing Rang looked at him sideways, thinking that this poppy beauty should not eat fireworks in the world, but he didn't know the original number.

"Young aunt, the bean curd is delicious while it's hot." Under Uncle Zhang's enthusiastic reminder, Qing Rang also picked up the soup spoon and began to taste. Uncle Zhang went to work on the side, did he look at a pair of newcomers who were trying to eliminate Douhua, with a smile on his face, in his opinion, the young master and the young aunt were quite right, not talking nonsense like outsiders.

Qing Rang stirred the bean blossoms in the bowl, and suddenly felt sour in his heart, "My mother will make pear blossom cake for me, every year when the pear blossoms bloom, my mother will pick a lot of pear blossoms back, seal them with honey, and every time I am unhappy, she will make pear blossom cake for me." "I didn't say this to Yu Zichen, but somehow, I miss my mother very much tonight.

"Every time I have nightmares at night and can't sleep, my mother will take me here to eat bean curd, she always feeds me first, and when I finish eating, she will already be cold, Uncle Zhang will always secretly change a bowl for my mother later."

"Do you want your mother to feed you?" Qing Rang looked at Yu Zichen incredulously.

"I used to be a kid too." One of the poppy's nirvana skills swept his eyes, and Qingrang's smile immediately retracted.

is still silent eating bean curd, but the two of them seem to be different from before, at least the corners of Qingrang's mouth have more smiles.

Yu Zichen's bowl bottomed out, but there was still something left in the clearing, after Yu Zichen's horizontal eyes were swept away, she blushed and said: "I can't eat green onions since I was a child, I will vomit if I eat it." ”

"And such quirks?" Yu Zichen raised his eyebrows, "Let's go, it's almost dawn." ”

On the way back, Qing Rang still walked behind Yu Zichen, still the black blue brick road when she came, but perhaps because she was full, she was a little sleepy, yawning a little.

"Don't be afraid, no matter how dark the road is, even if you don't know where it is, even if you don't even have a lantern to illuminate, but I'm right in front of you, if you fall, grab my hand, I won't ignore you."

I thought it was an auditory hallucination, but the beautiful voice really came from him, and Qingrang stood there stunned for a moment.

"But if you lose it, then I won't care about you."

This slightly threatening voice also came from that person, please let him not secretly scold him for being cold-blooded this time, and hurried up with his skirt. The stomach was full of bean curd water, and on a whim, Qing Rang stepped on his floating robe step by step, but he didn't succeed once.

Sometimes, if you do what you want to do, the things you worry about and fear may not exist at all. The poppy looked up at the vanishing moon, and he knew she understood.