"The people of Moyu Hall will not leave Eternal City no matter what. ”

This morning, it was the first thing he heard.

The sky turned white, and Ling Xiang came to pick him up with a bamboo basket, which contained steamed buns and hair cakes that filled his stomach.

Through the wooden barricade in the prison, that white face was dyed with longing and smiles.

The jailer kept his face stiff and said nothing, except for the clear sound of the key and the lock from striking to the ground.

He clearly thought it was strange.

This tall and thin prisoner has an open temperament, and he talks and laughs on weekdays, and after learning that he is the remnant of the Great Broken Raven City, he tirelessly pursues and asks for things, but overnight, he becomes indifferent.

Actually, it's not so much apathy as frustration.

The prison door opened, and Ling Xiang rushed into his chest with an arrow.

The warm fragrant nephrite, swaying in his arms, made him feel a little overwhelmed by the loneliness he had always been withheld. He finally grabbed his slender waist, and gently patted Ling Xiang's back with his other hand, and the tenderness that leisurely dived into his heart made him involuntarily press his chin against Ling Xiang's head, and the tip of his nose carefully sucked the incense flowing in his hair.

Suddenly, he only felt that his front placket was wet.

The girl who was still smiling just now had tears oozing from the corners of her eyes.

His voice couldn't help but soften, whispering softly in the woman's ear.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Xiang pulled out the head buried in his chest and looked at him who knew nothing, the water in his eyes making him look indescribably delicate.

As if he wanted to say something, he shook his head and pressed his cheek to his chest again.

He smiled quietly and bitterly, and I don't know when he became a wry smile.

Men usually change quietly, and men usually change only for women.

The two of them embraced each other for a long time in a dark cell.

After separating from his chest, Ling Xiang turned his head away with a red face, put the bamboo basket into his hand, and pretended to arrange his hair that was suddenly messed up.

Looking at that delicate appearance, the tip of his heart also shook left and right.

He had also had women before, and he often just spent a night of spring supper, and the next day he rolled up his money and ran, without stopping a single step.

He was neither romantic, nor could he be clever enough to fall into place, hesitating whether to step forward or not, but he still stayed behind.

With one mouth, bite into steamed buns and hair cakes.

It's just a simple coarse grain, and it's also sweet into the heart.

When Ling Xiang was no longer shy, he put his arm around him, hooked the bamboo basket with the other hand, and walked out of the cell generously.

In autumn, where is there still the sun. but there is light.

Not the flickering fire in the darkness, but the gray and gray skylight.

He suddenly felt that the miserable light on the horizon was beautiful enough, and many of the good things in the world were often not known until they were lost.

He held Ling Xiang and felt the warm current in his palm, at this moment, it was the end of the world, and he was willing to go along.

It's a pity that I can't go to the end of the world.

The place they were going to was a long, inky black room, and sometimes it was no different from the dark cell here.

They walked through the center of the city, and it was the morning market, and it was really busy, but the pedestrians and shops were empty.

Passing around a corner, he heard someone talking.

"The people of Moyu Hall will not leave Eternal City no matter what. ”

It was the first thing he heard in the morning, and he tightened Ling Xiang's arm.

Ling Xiang cramped and didn't look at him.

He asked lightly.

"Something's wrong?"