original intention

The day passed by in a hurry, Su Qingran had been busy for a day, and was already exhausted, so he left A Luo and his men to take care of the aftermath, dragging his exhaustion back to the room early, at this moment the dusk was sinking, and Su Qing flew past across the begonias. Ran squeaked and opened the door of his living room.

The room is as quiet as before, and the twilight is heavy, but the usual candles are not lit in the room, only a thin red candle is dyed on the round table in the middle. The tiny firefly candle makes the whole house dark, but it seems to be floating in the air. The fragrance of Yangchun noodles.

Su Qingran couldn't breathe for a while, but today is her 17th birthday, Su Qingran smiled wryly, and her second birthday came in a hurry when she came to Qingxuan Palace.Su Qingran approached slowly, the noodles in the big bowl in Haikou were still steaming slightly, the noodles just out of the pot, there was a yellow-orange chicken nested on it, a few pieces of crispy spring bamboo shoots were piled up, and the side was lined with green Delicious choy sum... This noodle looks familiar.

Su Qingran stared at the bowl of noodles, but a person came in outside the door, it was Nan Jin, Nan Jin had wet hands, obviously just came over after cleaning his hands, seeing Su Qingran who was in a daze, he couldn't help but took his hand and sat down At the round table, he picked up the chopsticks and handed them to him, and said with anticipation, "Try this... this Yangchun noodles while it's hot."

Su Qingran raised his eyes and glanced at Nan Jin. There was only a red candle burning in the room. Nan Jin's face was half hidden in the candlelight, with only a little trace of outline showing. Suddenly, she felt that Nan Jin's face put away the evilness that she had hated in the past, but when she realized this, Su Qingran realized incredulously that it seemed that she hadn't felt that the person in front of her was vicious and vicious for a long time. What is this awareness? When did it appear, Su Qingran was inexplicably flustered.

Hastily lowered his head, took the chopsticks handed over by the man in a wooden way, picked up a pair of smooth noodles and stuffed them into his mouth, the noodles were soft and melted in the mouth but had a springy feeling, not like the feeling his mother often made for himself, It didn't look like the craftsmanship in the kitchen of the Neiwutang. Su Qingran had a sudden meal, and suddenly remembered the bowl of Yangchun noodles with the same seasoning as this bowl that Nan Jin forced herself to eat on her birthday last year, and suddenly understood the reason for the familiarity. Where did it come from.

After Su Qingran took a bite, she suddenly raised her eyes to look at Nan Jin, and asked embarrassingly, "You did this?"

Nan Jin's heart that was hanging in his throat thumped twice, and he asked nervously, "Eh... is it really unpalatable?" The dignified Qingxuan Palace Master's face could not be concealed under the lamp at the moment. The place where I lived turned red slightly, "It's true that I made it, I... my first time... If it doesn't taste good, then... I won't eat it."

Su Qingran didn't answer, and took another bite of the yellow-orange chicken. The chicken was glass-like, and the egg yolk had just solidified, and it was fluorescent. When he bit it lightly, the semi-solidified egg yolk was full of fragrance.

Su Qingran took a bite, but suddenly stretched out the other hand in the next moment. The hand under the lamp was slender and soft, and Nan Jin's beautiful eyes became dizzy. Hearing a chuckle in his ear, Su Qingran gently touched the corner of his mouth with his hand, "You still have flour on your mouth."

After Su Qingran finished speaking, he lowered his head and concentrated on eating the noodles. This bowl of noodles was actually quite good. The person in front of him must have tried several times to make such a decent bowl of noodles. For some reason, they were always hard. But his heart gradually softened at this moment.

Unknowingly, more than half of the bowl has been eaten, Su Qingran is eating noodles intently, Nan Jin is watching Su Qingran eating the noodles he made, suddenly Nan Jin looks embarrassed, Su Qingran suddenly raised his head , with doubts in his eyes, "Your stomach was screaming just now? You haven't eaten dinner yourself, have you?"

Nan Jin was busy from morning to night, and tried countless times back and forth. It took three full hours just to knead the noodles, and finally made a neat bowl of noodles before it got dark. How could it be that he didn't eat for dinner? Didn't even have lunch at all.

Su Qingran glanced at Nan Jin, and immediately understood, looked at the half bowl of noodles left in the bowl, and pushed it out without any explanation, "You can eat the remaining half bowl."

Nan Jin looked at the face that Su Qingran pushed over, the heart that was throbbing to the mouth of his throat seemed to fall back steadily to his chest, and even the limbs and bones were warmly injected with living blood, and he had been wishing to keep it all this time. Su Qingran, guarding Su Qingran wishful thinking, Su Qingran's lack of response made his heart sink into the dust and the ground again and again, he never dared to open the gap between each other easily Open, it seems that the rootless peace in front of you will fall apart if you move.

However, guarding this kind of duckweed-like emotion day and night made his heart block his throat all the time, and his feet seemed to be floating on the sea. There was no stable land or even reefs to make him feel at ease. Everything is like a mirage in the legend.

But when he looked at the bowl of noodles that Su Qingran pushed over, he wondered in a daze whether there was still a chance, a chance to push away those lingering clouds, a chance to set foot on a flat and stable land with Su Qingran, Nan Jin's voice was dry What the hell, he swallowed, and said as if bewitched, "Aran, your father's..."

Hearing the voice, Su Qingran suddenly raised her head to look at him, her eyes were covered with water vapor like the mist in the south of the Yangtze River, Nan Jin always fell into such mist and couldn't extricate herself from it, the eyes at this moment seemed to be as dark as ever, unable to see There were clues and anger, but Nan Jin was keenly aware that the person in front of him suddenly cooled down.

The words that were about to pop out in circles in the throat were swallowed in unison. Nan Jin turned around and was about to say something else, so Nan Jin seemed to change into a slightly more relaxed tone and started to continue Go on, "Your father actually left you something all the time."

Su Qingran's cloud-like pupils instantly widened, the surprise in his eyes couldn't be concealed, and there was a trace of anticipation gushing out. His father, the one who had never been seen since he was arrested in Qingxuan Palace even after he died The father who took a look at him actually left something for himself?Su Qingran's hands trembled slightly.

Nan Jin sighed softly, barely audible, got up and went out, Su Qingran followed out subconsciously, and saw Nan Jin walking between the two hanging silk crabapples, and started digging up the soil with his bare hands.

Su Qingran smiled sarcastically, laughing at his bad luck. When he planted those two begonias last year, how long did he loosen the soil and fertilize?Why didn't I find something important to me buried here?

After a while, Nan Jin pulled out a long bronze box from the soil with his muddy hands, and he opened it, and there was a brocade box lying inside, Nan Jin wiped the mud stained on his hands indiscriminately , took out the brocade box and handed it to Su Qingran.Su Qingran tried his best to restrain his trembling hands, his knuckles turned white from being clenched, he loosened his hands slightly and took the brocade box. The box was so heavy that he almost couldn't grasp it.

With a click, the hidden button of the brocade box was opened, and the lid popped up with a pop. What jumped into the field of vision was a sword with awe-inspiring sword aura and faint blue light. Su Qingran blurted out, "Chengying Sword!"

Su Qingran's memory is a bit floating, how arrogant he was at that time, remembering his father telling him the story of the world's famous sword, talking about a dawn in the Spring and Autumn Period, in a pine forest on the outskirts of Weiguo, the sky was black and white. In an instant, a pair of hands slowly raised.There is a sword hilt in the hands, only the hilt does not see the blade of the long sword, but there is an erratic sword shadow cast on the wall to the north, the sword shadow only exists for a moment, and then disappears with the coming of day .

Until dusk, the sky was getting darker, and at the moment when day and night intersected, that erratic sword figure reappeared.The raised hands drew an elegant arc, and waved towards a tall and straight ancient pine next to it. Songgai fell slowly in a gust of gentle south wind, and the flat and protruding rings showed the passage of time.The sky became darker, the long sword became invisible again, the ancient twilight closed silently, and there was silence between the heaven and the earth.This sword is the famous peerless sword Chengying.

After listening to his father's words at that time, Su Qingran pestered his father to give him a famous sword, but his father was so pestered by him that he had to promise that if he went out to practice with his second uncle, if he didn't get into trouble along the way and was enlightened through experience, he would be fine. Do your best to accommodate his request.

The memory seems to be disconnected here. Nan Jin can keenly feel Su Qingran's complicated emotional changes. He tries to grab Su Qingran's slightly trembling and cold hand in a panic. Su Qingran's eyes don't change from Jin He moved away from the box, but avoided his hand precisely.Su Qingran was full of anticipation and suspicion, why did Nan Jin have this sword.

Seeing a small note under the Chengying sword, Su Qingran pulled it out and opened it, and it was indeed in the familiar handwriting of his father, "My son is nearly [-], in front of the lap of my adoptive mother, I hope you will cultivate yourself and inherit the family business. Take it easy."

Su Qingran opened her mouth, and laughed dryly. After all, the son could not meet his father's expectations, and could not inherit the hehe family business after all. Thinking about it, he grabbed the sword. , still warm and moist, stroking along the lines, Su Qingran's heart trembled, and he touched the small characters engraved by his father on it.

Su Qingran's heart clicked, and he asked subconsciously, "How do you have this sword?"

Nan Jin explained carefully, with a hoarse and miserable voice, "I took it back from Xuejian Villa back then, and I never knew if there was any chance I could give it to you."

As if Su Qingran had never heard of it, she planned to pick up the sword, tried several times, but her right hand couldn't hold the sword, and her bony fingers were almost pale due to excessive force.There was distress in Nan Jin's dark eyes, and he couldn't help but attach the hand, held the sword tightly with his own heat, and begged silently, "Aran, the past Can you just let it go?"

The corner of Su Qingran's mouth was crooked, but the smile melted away intensely. The silvery moon is beautiful, under the delicate red and gorgeous crabapple tree, the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and the black hair is like satin. Nothing in the world can match such amorous feelings.

Su Qingran suddenly pushed the sword in front of Nan Jin with great effort, and sneered with a smile, "What kind of sword do I still use now, let it continue to be buried under the crabapple tree."

Nan Jin pursed her lips. I had hidden this sword for so long before I dared to show it to you, but you threw it back to me lightly and skillfully.

Su Qingran didn't seem to be indulging in the situation just now, and took the initiative to grab Nan Jin's hand for the first time, and said loudly, "The palace lord gave me a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and I will repay the favor with plum blossom stuffing. I don't know if the palace lord would like it." Get drunk with me?"