IX Cultivation

Wan Ling took it politely, took a sip, but didn't drink any more, just moistened her lips and said, "Thank you."

Yan Zhijue smiled shyly, with a sincere expression, shook his head and said, "I should do it, but Ah Ling... are you sure you want to watch it?"

Wan Ling paused, and found that the people around him were all smiling and discussing today's two protagonists, only he remained silent, out of place here.

"I don't know what Lord Long thinks, but he probably really likes you. He must have his own plans for doing this. Don't..."

Before Yan Zhijue could finish his sentence, Wan Ling interrupted him. The man said coldly, "Yes, I know." Wan Ling felt calmer than ever before.

Yan Zhijue forced a smile, and said, "I thought he had explained it to you long ago... but..."

"It's okay." Wan Ling said lightly, "It's the same from my point of view." Wan Ling shook the wine glass in his hand, the fruit wine swirled beautifully in the exquisite goblet, and his eyes fell on the grass downstairs. Rows of white benches and arches made of flowers, veils tied around, romantic and dreamy pink balloons, and a sparkling fountain not far away that seems to reflect the rainbow, it feels like a dream.

Wan Ling is now at the wedding of a wealthy family. He was originally not eligible to come in, but someone stuffed an invitation card under his door. After seeing the newcomer's name on the invitation card, the man immediately remembered Knowing that Yan Zhijue was hesitant to speak at the beginning, so he asked him for confirmation. Yan Zhijue couldn't explain everything on the phone, so he hung up the phone and came to his house...

But when Yan Zhijue came, Wan Ling already knew about it. He handed over the child to Wan Fu and Wan Mu and went out alone to prepare for the wedding.

Why not go?

Wouldn't it be a waste if you don't invite?

It was just that Wan Ling was stopped by Yan Zhijue halfway, Yan Zhi never trusted him, insisted on accompanying him, Wan Ling couldn't refuse, and finally let him follow.

He thought that it would be nice to have an acquaintance by his side, otherwise, going alone would always feel a little pitiful.

Suddenly, all the guests in the building were welcomed down, sitting on the white bench, Wan Ling did not follow, he was still standing on the terrace, he told himself that the view here is very good, and he can see the hero and heroine more clearly.

Yan Zhijue stayed by his side without moving.

The melodious music quickly changed to another song, and the audience fell silent instantly. A woman in a wedding dress walked by a middle-aged man from a distance. The woman's happy smile hidden under the veil could not be concealed. Yes, and a cold and handsome young man stood beside the priest early on. The young man looked at the woman slowly walking towards him with a pair of blue eyes, giving people an extremely affectionate impression.

This is a perfect wedding.

The priest read the oath and kindly asked the wishes of both parties. The couple exchanged rings. When the man finally lifted the woman's veil and kissed her head sideways, Wan Ling felt nauseated and turned away.

The exquisite wine glass cracked on the expensive tiles, splashing the pink fruit wine all over the floor. Yan Zhijue followed closely and took the man's hand. He thought that the man would get rid of him soon, but he didn't. It's just that his hand was cold Cool, without a trace of temperature.

There was very little movement here, so small that only a few people heard the sound of the glass breaking, and they didn't even give a hand to look at it.

And Wan Ling went back in Yan Zhijue's car, Yan Zhijue didn't bother him in the back seat, and the driver was silent as always, so in such a narrow space, Wan Ling began to feel difficult to breathe.

He opened the window a little, and the wind poured in instantly, making Wan Ling's eyes dry.

Yan Zhijue kept looking at Wan Ling, looked at the hand he was holding the man's hand just now, and looked out the window where the man's eyes were floating, and suddenly seemed to see something, took off his wig, and said, "Stop."

Wan Ling looked at Yan Zhijue expressionlessly, but saw that Yan Zhijue got off the car directly, went around to open the door for him, and said, "Ah Ling, come down and walk, I will take you for a walk."

Wan Ling didn't want to move, he wanted to go home.

Yan Zhijue's voice softened, and he said, "Just relax."

After all, the young man bent down and made a gesture to hug Wan Ling out, but Wan Ling stopped the other party's movement, got out of the car by himself, and said slowly:

"I don't want to walk. In this case, I'll go back by myself. You don't need to send it off anymore. Thank you for accompanying me today."

The man said lightly, as if he was just thanking others for going shopping with him.

The young man pursed his lips, squatted down involuntarily for the first time, and forced Wan Ling to carry him on his back before Wan Ling could react. I know, what are you doing?!"

In Wan Ling's impression, the sick and weak young man lifted up Wan Ling, and then walked step by step along the boulevard, without speaking, let alone letting go.

Wan Ling knew that he might not be able to let the young man put himself down, so he simply lay on the other party's back, and found that the young man was actually quite strong, with broad shoulders, and an inexplicable sense of security.

The road is not long, but after seeing a certain bench, Wan Ling vaguely remembered some images of the second time he saw Yan Zhijue...

"Yan Zhijue, let me down, I will go." Wan Ling had roughly guessed where the young man wanted to take him, "I will go with you."

The young man with the man on his back walked steadily without any breathlessness. Every step he took was very steady and slow. The young man said, "But... I want to carry you like this." .

Fortunately, there are actually very few pedestrians here, and it is near noon, so no one has seen such a strange combination of them.

When Wan Ling heard Yan Zhijue's reply, he didn't know how to answer it for a while, so he had to follow the young man's wish.

When the young man with snow-white hair carried the man on his back, he walked step by step to the winding path in the mountains, climbed the steps from the sidewalk, and was about to walk slowly to the terrace overlooking half of the city. The young man said with a smile:

"A Ling, you told me that you like this position the most, it makes you feel very warm."

Wan Ling was surprised: "Why don't I remember?" Wan Ling never said that.

"You said, in my last life." Yan Zhijue said, "I've always wanted to do this, but I couldn't find the right time. You always rejected me, so even if I treat you well, I have to find someone who is good for you." The reason, after all, is always rejected, I also feel bad."

Wan Ling listened quietly.

"I had a dream." Yan Zhijue said with a smile, "A beautiful dream, I know it's true, it was my previous life, but you don't remember it."

"What a wonderful last life. You have been with me and protected me since I was a child. While disliking me for being weak, you taught me to be strong. I feel like I used up all my good luck in my previous life just to be with you, so this time How come I met you so late?"

"It would be nice if I could meet you sooner."

"I'd be fine if I wasn't sick."

"I will also grow up with you, go home with you, lend you my shoulders to cry, raise Wanou together, open a seafood restaurant, let you eat crabs, go on a trip once a year, it won't scare you , and will not betray you, nor force you..."

"It's so strange, why can't it be me?" Yan Zhijue paused, his voice was lonely, "I don't even have a chance..."

"..." Wan Ling was finally put down, saw the young man, and said, "Stop talking..."

The pores of the young man's pale face was exposed to the sun, and his half-drooped eyes were red and moist, "Why don't you say it? I'm afraid I won't find a chance if I don't say it now."

"I just want to be nice to you, you don't need to like me, but don't refuse, okay? I want to be nice to you, I want you to be happy, you can lean on me when you want to cry, and you can lose your temper with me when you are angry , I will coax you well..."

Wan Ling smiled wryly: "What are you talking about? It's a mess..."

The young man held the man's clothes, hugged Wan Ling, and said in the man's ear, "I want to give you happiness..."

The person in his arms pushed gently, but did not struggle to escape. Gradually, gradually, Yan Zhijue felt the man put his head on his shoulder, and he didn't raise his head for a long time, only the wet feeling fainted on his shoulder... …

215. You will never be as good as him...

"I am back."

When the person standing at the door returned home, he didn't hear the greeting that filled his heart every day, nor did he hear the voice of the child babbling. Apart from being strange, an inexplicable panic began to eat away at his heart like poison.

When he finally found the person in the bedroom who made his mood fluctuate so badly, he walked over, wrapped his arms around the man's waist from behind, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing? Huh?"

Wan Ling is not a person who can quarrel, his habit of making life worse than death is silence, he hates silence, so he said openly: "I went to your wedding, the bride is very beautiful."

Wan Ling was sent back by Yan Zhijue in the morning. When he came back, he saw three young men who seemed to be looking for him at the door. He didn't let anyone in. He closed the door and found all the children's clothes. Neatly stacked by the bed, the small clothes are very thin and comfortable. They were bought by the father of the two children next door. Many of them have not been worn yet. They are brand new. There are also various small hats. Wan Ling can imagine what the little ones will look like after wearing them.

Wan Ling packed his clothes mainly because he felt that he needed to find something to do today. He even thought that Lord Long might not come back tonight, so he just happened to go to Wanfu Wanmu to take care of the children first. It was not an escape, but just a Wan Ling still has enough energy to take care of three children.

And even if the Dragon Lord is back, the next thing to do is to send