The hustle and bustle in the distance gradually faded away.

The carriage left the city of Eternal and headed for the lake.

Ling Xiang found the most soothing place on his shoulder to lean on.

The ten fingers were also tightly wound.

This Spring Festival, although the two of them are in Junyong City, they are both gathering less and leaving more, knowing that the envoy of Yinjunfang announced that they would form an alliance with Moyutang on the day of the Lantern Festival, the people sent out to keep an eye on them can finally return to their normal lives.

Of course, Ling Xiang is gentle, but he is also a person who loves to toss, and he pulled him early in the morning when he was on spring break yesterday.

It's just that he doesn't feel much sleepy, so he also looks towards Ling Xiang.

The pink flowers and grass on the way are frozen by snow crystals, but they really have a different style.

From time to time, Ling Xiang would open the curtain again to admire.

And his memories are also slowly melodious in the breeze.

Of course, there is a lake in my memory.

The most impressive thing is the small pavilion by the lake.

The small pavilion is the most suitable place to enjoy the shade, and once upon a time, it was the place where he loved to drink tea.

It was early autumn.

The wind is gradually cooling, the insects are chirping, the fish are jumping, you can see it from the lake, the red flowers and green willows have changed slightly, but they are still beautiful from the mutilation.

Every few days, he would take a slow horse, prepare a little tea utensils, and ride towards the lake.

He drank tea to abstain from alcohol.

So his kung fu in making tea is not good after all, and he is very different from Lu Muqing.

But there is really a sweet and refreshing air floating from the lake, and even the tea he brews has such a taste.

The wind will blow away the anger in his body, and the tea will wash away the fire in his body.

For him, there's nothing wrong with a light day.

Until that day, he was found in the pavilion and found by Lin Fan.

Although he didn't hide from Lin Fan, he didn't want to be found by Lin Fan.

Lin Fan seemed to have magic, no matter when and where he was hiding, he could know it.

That time, Lin Fan asked him to bring a few words to a person and a few words to He Jiefeng.

Just like ever.

He didn't disappoint Lin Fan, he brought the words to.

Lin Fan disappointed him, because the dead man never smiled again.

Even the face will never be seen again.

Between each other, there is not even a portrait to remember.

And the other party in the memory, no matter how deep it is, the face will probably still be blurred.

He pulled his thoughts from his memories.

Ling Xiang no longer admired the ice scene outside the window, and had already raised her head and looked at him with a pair of big eyes.

He touched the bridge of his nose and said.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Xiang shook his head, his eyes fluttered, blinked slightly, buried his head on his shoulder again, and muttered emotionally.

"I just thought about meeting my dad for the first time. ”

He was slightly stunned and said.

"Also in this lake?"

Ling Xiang moved his head lightly and said.

"I was looking for death at that time. ”

He paused, not wanting to delve into cause and effect, but said.

"What's the matter? You want to turn into a wisp of aquatic weeds at the bottom of the lake?"

Ling Xiang patted him, and even bit him lightly on the neck, before he was a little relieved.

"At that time, I felt that I was too tired and dirty, and it was better to die. ”

He gently put his arm around Ling Xiang's left shoulder, giving her a tighter lean.

Ling Xiang continued.

"Just when I was about to jump, Daddy appeared. ”

He said.

"How did Master Lu persuade you to come down?"

Ling Xiang shook his head slightly, and Ling Xiang said.

"Daddy didn't persuade me. ”

He said.

"Oh?"

Ling Xiang said.

"Daddy was watching, just watching. ”