After Junior Brother A Zhai goes down the mountain

Pei Lanqiu paused, then said hoarsely, "Xiao Lin, you're drunk."

Lin Yingshi's small head leaned on his back, and when she heard the words, she shook it greatly, and muttered, "I'm not drunk."

Pei Lanqiu turned around, and helplessly stuffed the drunken little drunk with dim eyes into the warm blanket, and patted the top of his head.The boy's hair was soft, he patted it gently, but was caught by the mischievous junior brother, a pair of bright eyes poked out of the bed, staring at him intently.

Pei Lanqiu stuffed his hands into the bed: "Be obedient."

They were originally two very common words, but when I saw Lin Yingshi seemed to have been touched against the scales, she suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up, pouted and said aggrievedly: "Make me obedient again! Am I not obedient enough?"

"Why didn't you report your safety after leaving for so long?"

On weekdays, the boy always has pure and warm eyes full of mist.Although the whole person looked drunk and had a smoky blush on his face, Pei Lanqiu almost blurted out and confessed everything to him with such aggressive and extremely wronged eyes.

The boy's misty eyelashes fluttered like slender butterflies.

Pei Lanqiu secretly sighed.His left hand was behind his back, and the five fingers clenched tightly left traces of blood on his palm.He was silent for a moment, then stretched out his right hand, patted Lin Yingshi's shoulder lightly, and said hoarsely, "Xiao Lin, I'm afraid you have mistaken someone."

"What you see now... should be that the disguise that Xin Lan left on me has begun to fail." He said in a deep voice, "Since I'm drunk, I should rest earlier."

He turned around without hesitation, and was about to walk out, but he heard the young man muttering to himself behind him.

"Brother, you are always like this."

Pei Lanqiu stopped walking.But he just stopped in his tracks and didn't turn around, causing the young man behind him to mutter for a while.

Because Lin Yingshi was drunk, her clear voice became a little soft, as if she was acting like a baby.Like a helpless little beast, he shrank himself into a ball: "Every time brother leaves, he will make me obey."

He raised his head, his cheeks still bright red.Lin Yingshi groped, took out the silver flower branch from her bosom, held it in the palm of her hand, pressed it tightly to her cheek, and rubbed it affectionately.

"Yingshi is obedient." The young man looked at the man standing still in a daze, and murmured, "But senior brother lied to me again."

"Senior brother has been away for a long time. I miss senior brother."

Pei Lanqiu closed her eyes.

He tilted his head slightly, and looked at his junior brother from the corner of his eye.The boy curled up hugging his knees, like a lost bird, with an innocent and ignorant look on his delicate face.He was still drunk, and he didn't seem to understand why his senior brother was so far away from him, and he still didn't come over.

"Brother, why are you standing so far away?" The boy tilted his head, and then he showed a familiar smile, "Then let me come over. Look, I've come down the mountain to find you."

Although he is a little drunk who can't tell the difference between east, west and north, but the young man's skills are still extremely sharp.He carefully hid the cloud-covering flower branch that Pei Lanqiu gave him, happily lifted the quilt covering his body and ran to the man, spreading both hands: "Senior brother, I want to hug."

The boy's delicate peach eyes still carry the round shadows of his childhood, and his expression is pure but attached: "Would you like to give Yingshi a hug?"

He looked up at the man and stretched out his arms obediently.

Pei Lanqiu's fingertips moved.After a long time, the man's hoarse voice sounded slowly: "Xiao Lin, you can't."

Lin Yingshi felt aggrieved: "Why?"

Pei Lanqiu: "...I'm not your senior brother."

The young man widened his peach blossom eyes angrily.He looked up and down, suddenly took a step back, and nodded himself.The man thought he had finally given up, and while he secretly let out a long breath, his chest was full of sourness.

This is the younger brother he grew up holding in the palm of his hand... Now, he can't even give him a long-lost reunion hug.

The man lowered his eyes, deeply hiding his buried grief.He was about to walk around the boy and leave when he was suddenly embraced by a burst of warmth, and his breath was full of familiar breaths.

He froze for a few moments, then let out a long sigh, and finally let it go for a moment, stretching out his hands to wrap his arms around his junior brother who was going straight into his arms.

"Xiao Lin..." Ying Shi.

The man's hand came from the back to the neck imperceptibly, and with a slight forceful tap, the little drunk who was throbbing just now complained vaguely, and then collapsed limply in his arms.

He stretched out his hand, pinched the boy's face lightly, and bent the corner of his mouth helplessly.

...There is nothing you can do about it.

Pei Lanqiu got up and blew out the candles, the moonlight outside the window shone on the bright red table through the window.Looking at the gentle moonlight, he suddenly remembered that his younger brother's birthday this year has passed.

Thirteen Fang, a member of the Fuyunding sect, can put down the wooden sword. This age is also the beginning of being able to travel with the master to travel around the rivers and lakes, so it is of great significance.When Fuyunding was in prosperity, the disciples' sword-holding ceremony was always a major event for the master, and it gathered the good wishes of the elders.

It's just that their generation is withered - the current situation is chaotic, and the master who went earlier held a sword-holding ceremony for him in advance.He supported the sect by himself, so the sword-holding ceremony of the only junior is extremely important.

When Lin Yingshi was 13 years old, he did not hesitate to use the forbidden method to open a furnace to forge a sword, and gave the flowing fire long sword to his junior brother.

Pei Lanqiu still remembers the joyful smile on the child's face, and he loved it so much that he even turned his sleeping pillow into it.

"Aren't you going to sleep with senior brother?" Pei Lanqiu blinked her left eye when she was a teenager.

The little Lin Yingshi immediately looked nervously at the sword in her hand, her round bun face wrinkled into a ball.

"Master, senior brother." The child said softly, "Yingshi tonight...will sleep with Liuhuo first!"

He said seriously: "Didn't Master say that the sword obtained by holding the sword ceremony has a sword spirit, so you should spend more time with it."

Pei Lanqiu suppressed a smile.

About two or three days later, at night, when Pei Lanqiu was about to rest, she lifted the quilt, and a warm, soft dumpling crashed into her arms: "Senior brother~"

Pei Lanqiu laughed, and lowered her head to meet her big round eyes: "Why, don't you let me get angry?"

The child blinked his big eyes, pointed to Liuhuo hanging with Sanchun not far away and said: "Yingshi thinks that Liuhuo needs Sanchun more."

He rubbed his senior brother happily: "...and senior brother needs Yingshi more!"

The boy smiled helplessly, and kissed the child's forehead: "Okay, senior brother needs Yingshi more."

"...I need you more."

Pei Lanqiu combed the boy's silky hair, leaned over and kissed the boy's forehead lightly: "And you are still young, you will meet more friends in the mountains, in the rivers and lakes..."

He got up, looked down at the young man who had been sleeping for a while: "Pei Lanqiu...just a senior brother who treated you well but liked to lie to you when you were young."

The man bent his stiff mouth, wiped off the drops of water from the boy's eyelashes, and his eyes were gentle.

"Forget about him, he won't come back."

He looked at the sleeping boy for a long time, sighed softly, got up and went outside to watch the night.

The moment the door closed, Lin Yingshi opened her eyes.

The haze of drunkenness had long since disappeared from the youth's exquisite peach blossom eyes.He raised his hand and tapped on his forehead - the spot that Pei Lanqiu had touched, and hummed softly.

"But let me catch my pigtail." The young man grumbled softly.

"Liar...wait for me!"