When the plum blossoms are gone, the people are gone

When the last fiery trees and silver flowers of the dinner were gone, Dongfang Lin sat at the door of his bedroom, looking at the tiger thorn plum in the garden, which was blooming, and couldn't help but feel emotional...

For Dongfang Lin in this life, he owed so many people, maybe even ten times of death would not be enough for him.

Maybe he is a really selfish person... Dongfang Lin said silently in his heart, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, the sadness in it may only be known to him...

After thinking about it, he walked slowly into the courtyard, and stretched out his cocooned hands towards the tree tiger thorn, but unexpectedly, he was pricked by the hard ash thorn, and he was stunned, as if seeing To be precise, there may be two people, one is Su Moyan, the other is Dongfang Yao's mother Lin Yanlan, the general Nanting who once commanded thousands of soldiers, but in the end he did not die well. Poor woman.

Dongfang Lin felt a little dazed, probably because he drank too much wine... He staggered back to his bedroom, closed the door gently, sat at the table, picked up the jug again, and poured it into his mouth. Drinking.

How long has it been since you drank like this?Dongfang Lin thought, maybe the night was too quiet today, which reminded him of the memories he had forcibly forgotten...

"Father, why do you want to bring me to Su's house?" Minglin's handsome face still had the innocence that a young man should have, but at the same time he was a little puzzled.

"The Su family is an old subordinate of Nanting, and the future will be very helpful to you." Dongfang Haorui looked at Ming Lin lovingly, then patted his head, and said.

"Oh." Ming Lin seemed to understand, but he felt a little ignorant, and looked a little cute.

Seeing his father talking with Su Muqing, but he couldn't get in any words, Minglin suddenly felt that it was meaningless, so he said something to Dongfang Haorui, and then went for a walk in Su's mansion.

As he walked, Minglin couldn't help feeling a little annoyed when he saw the same scene everywhere. At this time, he saw a white fan at his feet, so he stopped, squatted down, and slowly picked it up. After picking up the fan, Minglin could smell a faint fragrance from the fan. It didn't smell like a woman's rouge that made him dizzy, but gave people a sense of calm. He liked this smell very much. .

"Hello?" A male voice sounded from behind Ming Lin, interrupting his thoughts, "This fan is mine, can you return it to me?"

"En?" Ming Lin heard this, and turned around to look at the person coming.

It was a young man who looked about his own age, with a fair face and black hair tied up casually, and only a simple hairpin was inserted between the buns to fix it. The brows were clean and calm like a teenager , those dark green eyes were looking at him, and his words were neither humble nor overbearing.

"How do you prove it's yours?" Ming Lin didn't know why, and wanted to tease this weak-looking young man, "What if it belongs to someone else?"

"How do you think you need to prove it?" Su Moyan looked at the unruly young man in front of him and frowned, not knowing what that man was thinking.

"En..." Ming Lin didn't seem to expect it, and fell silent for a while.

"Forget it." Su Moyan saw that Ming Lin didn't say anything, and it didn't look like he wanted to pay him back, so he gave up and entangled with him, "It's fine if you don't pay me back."

"Eh?" Ming Lin didn't seem to expect the other party to say that, so he was a little embarrassed.

"Master Ming Lin, what exactly do you want?" Su Moyan saw that Ming Lin was a little dazed, and said in a pleasant voice with a trace of dissatisfaction.

"Huh? You know me?"

"Nonsense." Su Moyan didn't know why, and wanted to roll his eyes at Ming Lin, "Is there anyone in the South Court who doesn't know you?"

"That makes sense." Ming Lin nodded in agreement, "Okay, since you know my name, then tell me what your name is?"

"Su Moyan." Su Moyan said lightly.

"Oh, Su Moyan..." Ming Lin repeated these three words in a low voice.

"It's nothing, I'm leaving." Su Moyan looked at Ming Lin for a while, then turned and wanted to leave.

"Hey!" Seeing that Su Moyan was about to turn around and leave, Ming Lin stopped him, "Return the umbrella to you."

After speaking, he threw the fan to Su Moyan, and then smiled at Su Moyan.

Seeing Minglin's smiling face, Su Moyan felt warm in his heart for some reason. It was obviously the first time they met each other. Su Moyan was very curious about why he felt this way, but at this moment, he didn't want to go After digging into what, he felt that there was no need to have much contact with Ming Lin.

"Thank you." But Su Moyan still upheld the temperament that everyone's young master should have, bowed slightly, said, then turned and left without any stop.

"Su Moyan..." Ming Lin looked at the back of the somewhat weak body and began to repeat the name again.

He felt as if he was a little dazed, and he had a little curiosity about this young man whom he met for the first time...

"We'll meet later." Ming Lin looked at the gradually shrinking figure, with an unruly smile on the corner of his mouth...