It's not that she doesn't want to join in the fun, it's that she is tired these days and doesn't want to move, but she has checked her pulse by herself, and there is some yang deficiency on the pulse, but there is no big problem.

What Lu Juan said has always been decision-making, so she really didn't want to go when she said this. Feng Wuyi had no choice but to turn his head and shrug his shoulders at Chunxing.

Chun Xing had no choice but to purse her lips, not reluctantly.

After Feng Wuyi left, Lu Wan glanced at Lin Feng, "Don't wait here, let's go to the market with them." ”

Lin Feng nodded, left the Han Xuan Pavilion, and did not catch up with Feng Wuyi and them, but followed them not far and not close, more like protecting. \./hand\./machine\./version\./first\./hair\./more\./new~~

Lu Juan looked at the book for a while, the sky dimmed, so he stopped reading, lit the lamp and candle on the side, and at this moment saw the person carrying the lamp in the distance, Lu Juan was slightly stunned.

"Lord Wang, why didn't you go to the city to watch the party."

"There are a lot of military affairs, I just finished dealing with it, and I'm a little tired, but I didn't expect you to go out." The man's voice was deep and indescribably good.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day of reunion, I don't have anyone to reunite, and I don't have any wishes to pray for, so I won't join in the excitement." Lu Qian explained with a chuckle.

The candle flame flickered, and Lu Wan sat on top of the soft collapse, the tongs in his hand were playing with the charcoal fire, and his long hair was draped behind him as soft as algae.

The girl's appearance was not real, her tone was calm, but Mo Xie heard a trace of loneliness in these words, his heart was slightly tight when he listened, and his eyes fell on the woman's body with some complicated eyes.

"I'll do it." He reached out and took the pliers from Lu Wan's hand, then took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to the woman.

Lu Juan looked at the paper bag in his hand and was slightly stunned, and opened the paper bag to reveal the pastries inside.

"Mooncakes?" This is beyond Lu Wan's expectations,

"On the way back, I saw that there were some for sale, so I bought a few pieces, although it doesn't look as delicate as the pastries in Tianxianglou, but many people buy them, and the taste should be good." Mo Xie explained somewhat unnaturally.

The tips of the ears were slightly red, but fortunately the candle flame was faint and I couldn't see clearly.

Lu Juan looked at the moon cake in her hand, her eyes were slightly complicated, since her grandfather died, she hadn't eaten moon cakes for many years.

There are no people in this world who want to reunite, and there is really no difference between eating and not eating this mooncake.

But...... She glanced at Mo Xie, and then gently took a bite of the moon cake in her hand, which was soft and crispy, sweet but not greasy, and indeed delicious.

Mo Xie looked at Lu Juan with his spare eyes silently, and the pincers in his hand unconsciously stirred the charcoal fire.

Lu Wan finished eating a whole piece of moon cake before putting down the paper bag.

Mo Xie poured a cup of tea and handed it over.

"It's delicious, you can taste it too."

"Okay."

Lu Juan stood up, stood in the pavilion, looking at the sky, a full moon hung under the black curtain, the moonlight sprinkled into the pond, sparkling is very good-looking.

Mo Xie draped the white cloak on Lu Juan's body, feeling the faint melancholy that lingered around the woman.

"What's wrong? Homesick? ”

On the night of the full moon, on the night of reunion, Lu Wan left his hometown, on the occasion of this festival, could it be that he missed his homeland?

Lu Wan's eyes moved slightly, homesick? Do you miss this world? There is some missing.

Turning back slightly, he looked at Mo Xie's eyes, and suddenly reacted, he should be talking about the country of kites.

She's not the Lu Wan of this world, and she doesn't have any feelings for the kite country, and the Lu Wan of this world should have no nostalgia for the femme fatale's scumbag father.