There are a lot of people in the lake in September.

Because the scenery is beautiful.

The pale red algae grass and the blue water have layers of waves, and the colors are gradually distinct, like an ink painting.

In the ink painting, a bamboo raft floats slowly.

The young man in white looked down at the intersecting algae at the bottom of the water in a daze, and a white bird in his hand pecked the young man's finger from time to time, but he didn't care.

When he woke up, the young man in white had been like this, not moving at all.

The swordsman and Cheng Yu sat on the bamboo raft, one expressionless and the other complex.

Both of them know who the boy is, but what if they do?

Nowadays, there is no point.

Cheng Yu approached the boy for the fifth time, "Xiaofeng." ”

The swordsman didn't stop it, but he didn't see it.

The boy didn't even glance at him lightly this time, and continued to look at the water weeds as if he hadn't heard.

Cheng Yu opened his mouth, but finally sat back down.

He looked at the young man who exuded an aura of rejection from thousands of miles away, and his mind was full of confusion.

Is this still the boy who likes to laugh and make others laugh?

But how did it come to be like this?

What has happened in these months?

Why is he with that mysterious and powerful reader?

His mind was full of questions, he wanted to ask, but he couldn't ask about the young man's emotions.

The teenager won't speak.

This was the most straightforward answer he read from the boy.

It would be pointless to ask.

Ye Fan left when the bamboo raft had just sailed into September Lake, and took the big black dog that was particularly clingy by the way.

Ye Fan said that he had something to do, so he came back at dusk and asked the two of them to take care of the young man.

In fact, there is no need to take care of it, because this young man is very well-behaved and quiet, and he didn't even say a word after waking up, just quietly watching the water.

As if tired again, the boy curled up on the raft and closed his eyes.

Rolling Floocculent consciously stopped playing and honestly stayed on the young man's shoulder.

The bamboo raft was very damp, in fact, it was not suitable for sleeping, but the young man didn't say anything, didn't let anyone hug him, just curled up like a little beast in the cold wind, thin and thin.

Cheng Yu felt that his nose was a little sour.

When I saw this young man before, he just stood there calmly, and he was the most dazzling light, as if everything was in his chest, and all problems could be solved.

But now, I only feel that this young man is so thin and thin that even walking is a luxury.

The sound of the piano came from afar, the clearer and brighter, as if the spring color was becoming more and more pleasant.

Cheng Yu looked up.

A flower boat floated in the distance.

Faintly above it is a group of people with outstanding demeanor.

At this time, there is a person dancing his sleeves in the wind, and a person playing the piano, which is the most romantic.

Cheng Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

When everyone sees this ship, they will not be amazed by the exquisite layout of the hull, and they will not be obsessed with the beautiful music of Qingyue, but will be attracted by this group of people.

Because, they are so beautiful, comparable to the rouge list gathered, just looking at it from a distance makes people feel dazzled.

Not just one, but everyone, more than twenty of them.

So many people, how can they all be so stylish.

So, this is the leatherman.

The Leather Painter is born!

He looked at the curled boy and moved over again, shouting, "Little wind." ”

He felt that the boy should know.

It's just that the teenager didn't react.

Cheng Yu stretched out his hand and pushed the young man, "Xiaofeng." ”

The boy remained unresponsive.

Cheng Yu watched the flower boat get closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the bamboo raft.

The man who stroked the qin raised his eyelids and said gently, "I see that this little friend is unwell, so it is better to rest on the big boat." ”

Cheng Yu naturally wouldn't agree.

It's hard to go up, but it's hard to get down, especially for teenagers.

The greatest heritage of the leather painter is the beauty skin.

Where did the beauty skin come from?

Nature is man's.

Why are the painters accepting apprentices from all over the world all beauties?

It's not because of inheritance.

The people with good skins in the outside world became leather painters, and when they entered the ice cave, wouldn't it be inherited after a hundred years?

The dough of a teenager is undoubtedly the most coveted heritage of a leather painter, even if he is still young.

The swordsman still closed his eyes and ignored him.

He actually wanted to kill the boy who looked weak.

This boy has ruined them too much and caused them too much trouble, and the key is that it is very difficult to deal with.

It's just that he doesn't want to die yet, so he doesn't want to gamble.

Of course, if someone is willing to serve him, he can't ask for it.

The nearby boats seemed to notice something strange and rowed away, and the lake fell silent for a while, except for the sound of the piano became more and more melodious.

The breeze blows, and a few petals float over on the riverside, gradually falling into the water between the bamboo raft and the flower boat, and drifting away with the lake.

"This brother seems to have misunderstood us. The man who played the piano still smiled gently and calmly.

"Your Excellency is too busy. Cheng Yu said coldly.

"Well, it's been a bit idle lately. The man playing the piano was calm.

"But this time it's not up to you. Cheng Yu sneered and picked up the young man.

The raft turned around and floated off into the distance.

The man who played the piano smiled, "Brother Tai is a quick temper. ”

He glanced at the two maids beside him.

The two shadows stepped forward, jumped out of the boat, and stepped on the water and swept towards the bamboo raft.

Cheng Yu frowned slightly.

He had a fight with someone in the morning, and he was seriously injured and couldn't move his hands, so he might have done it......

He glanced at the young man with his eyes crossed, and there was a flash of gloom in his eyes.

This young man was lucky not to stab him in the back, and it was completely unreliable to expect him to make a move.

Just thinking about it for a moment, the two shadows had already arrived on the bamboo raft, and smiled slightly, "Please!"

They smiled gently and pretexably, but there was a warning in their eyes that could not be disobeyed, like blooming roses, and the spikes were always hidden behind the delicate dripping.

Cheng Yu looked down at the young man, his eyes gradually becoming firm.

You can't let the teenager be dusted anymore.

He put the boy on the bamboo raft and clenched his fists slightly, ready to fight to the death.

Even if it's a pointless struggle, it's good to have a clear conscience.

Such a dazzling young man should not be covered with dust, if he really wants to be dusty, he can't see it, he doesn't know, it's good, even if it's just self-deception.

It's just that at the moment of putting down the boy, there was a small strength to pull the corner of his clothes, he didn't care at first, and he still grabbed the corner of his clothes with that hand, and he realized that the boy was awake, but he was too tired.

So, the boy meant, leave it to him.

Cheng Yu looked at the young man.

There was still a faint detachment between his eyebrows, and his pursed lips showed his stubbornness.

Cheng Yu lowered his head, slowly released his fist, and smiled.

Well, he compromised.

The teenager said that there is a way, and that is a way.

He picked up the boy again, looked up, and said slowly, "I must go with me." ”

"Naturally. A maid said gently.

Cheng Yu exhaled and said lightly, "Okay!"

The swordsman opened his eyes and looked at Cheng Yu, a little surprised.

However, it was only for a moment, and he shook his head imperceptibly, and closed his eyes again.

The bamboo raft goes towards the flower boat, which is a bit ridiculous like a grasshopper shaking a tree.

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