set of flowers

In stark contrast to the hustle and bustle outside, the other courtyard is quiet and secluded.The stars and moon that had lost their luster in the market came here, and the stars all over the sky accompanied by the dissatisfied moon acted as lights in this dim courtyard. Algae.

Hua Qianmo accompanied Shen Shuyun to pace in the yard, and Hua Yingxue, who had already fallen asleep, was handed over to the maid to take care of.

"It's hard for you to stay with me tonight." Shen Shuyun said.

Hua Qianmo shook her head: "Yunniang knows that I don't like excitement."

"...Mo Lang should look elsewhere."

"No matter how beautiful the scenery is, there are times when you get tired of looking at it. Only the one and only thing that can touch my heart will never get tired."

Shen Shuyun sighed: "Why is Mo Lang so persistent?"

Hua Qianmo asked softly, "Why are you so persistent?"

"I...may not be able to have a baby anymore." Her eyes were misty.

"It is enough to have Yingxue—even if there is no Yingxue, it is enough to have you."

"why?"

Hua Qianmo's devotion goes against the female virtues she has learned since she was a child. She doesn't even understand how she can be so good and worthy of such a man.

The better he is, the more afraid she is.I am afraid that Mo Lang's special affection will be given to another woman one day, so what should she do?

Hua Qianmo walked up to her, hugged her tenderly, smelled the fragrance of jasmine in her hair, and said, "Mom, she died when she gave birth to Qianyu."

Shen Shuyun listened quietly, not daring to move rashly.

"I don't want to lose you—my unseen child is not even as important to me as Yun's strand of blue hair.

"My mother always said that if you really love someone, you should give her everything. Three wives and four concubines are the actions of half-hearted people. Why should only men be half-hearted, but women should be single-minded?

"Mother is special, isn't she?"

"En." Shen Shuyun leaned on his chest and nodded cautiously.

"Father was the eldest son of the Hua family at that time, and many people came to match him, but mother's attitude made him dare not agree at all...

"I want to grow old with you, so I don't want children, do you want me to die alone?"

She shook her head.

"I love you, so I don't need three wives and four concubines. If you really love me, don't force me anymore, okay?"

She nodded.

Hua Qianmo let go of her, took half a step back, bowed her head, carefully wiped away her tears with her fingertips, and asked, "Do you really want me to marry another woman?"

Shen Shuyun's shoulders trembled with her breathing, she raised her head to meet Hua Qianmo's gaze, frowned and shook her head.

Hua Qianmo took out the handkerchief and continued to wipe it for her: "Don't let Qianyu know the reason for Mother's death, okay?"

"it is good."

……

As the music played, the artist with a willow wooden spoon scooped up the molten iron and quickly splashed the molten iron on the city wall. The molten iron hit the stone wall, sparking a burst of sparks. Before the sparks fell, the second wave of sparks came again. After a wave, the sparks continued, making people feel like they were in a fairyland, fading away the troubles of the world, leaving only shock.

The scene in front of him was so amazing that An Mingxi couldn't help but took a step forward, and couldn't help but bathe in the brilliant spark, but when the spark hit him, he subconsciously stepped back—hitting someone.

"It's okay," Hua Qianyu held the shoulder of the person in front of him, stretched out his hand, and took some red flames. "This distance, it won't be hot."

Under his soft voice, An Mingxi also stretched out his hand—it wasn't hot, like a small sandstone was thrown into his hand.

Hua Qianyu saw that he followed her, so she couldn't help saying a few more words: "Does it look good?"

"Yes." An Mingxi responded.

"There will be a performance at the Town God's Temple later, do you want to see it?"

"Ah."

Hua Qianyu, who kept receiving responses, was all smiles.

……

Le Yang shook the money bag in his hand - there were ten taels of gold, some broken silver and a few strings of copper plates in it. The former was provided by the son, and the latter was added by Le Yang after touching all his savings.

The money was to be used by Liyou to return home from Beijing, but Le Yang was still reluctant to let Le Liyou go, so he did not give him the money bag for a long time.

What's more, Leli Youkong has a son, looks so weak, how dangerous it is to go away alone!If possible, of course it would be safer to stay and learn a few self-defense skills from him!He will leave Beijing in half a month, so it shouldn't be too much for Le Liyou to accompany him for a while before he leaves, right?

But thinking of Le Liyou's yearning for his hometown, and thinking of the harm that what happened in Luo Jing brought Le Liyou, he would be unable to say the words of convincing him for a while.

Le Yang still failed to send out the purse.He took out a stack of copper plates from it, and asked the bun shop owner for two hot buns the size of a palm.He put away his purse, took the bun wrapped in yellow paper, and gave it to Le Liyou.

"The big buns in this shop are the best." But they are also the most expensive.

Le Yang blew on the bun twice, took a bite, just enough to bite into the egg in the bun.

"Ah."

Le Liyou was afraid of being scalded, so he only dared to eat in small bites, not even able to bite into the stuffing.

When Le Liyou finished eating the buns, Le Yang put the veiled hat he just bought on Le Liyou's head on his feet.

"Young master said that before you leave the capital, you should hide yourself well, and don't be caught by the prince." Le Yang gestured for silence.

"Hmm..." After observing Le Liyou who would wear a veiled hat, he felt that the concealment was not enough, so he went to another stall to buy a mask - a smiling face mask - no one would recognize it now ?

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians in the streets of the city, Le Yang reckons that the common people should go to the show.

"Have you ever seen people beat trees and flowers?" Le Yang raised his head and asked Le Liyou - he is really tall.

"Hit tree flowers?" Le Liyou was obviously unfamiliar with this word.

"I'll take you there," Le Yang took his hand and started running suddenly, "Hurry up, we can catch up now."

Le Liyou was obviously out of the situation, but as Le Yang ran, Le Liyou's heart beat faster and his emotions were mobilized.

It is not uncommon for Le Yang to hit tree flowers. Only people like Er Gongzi can see new artistic conceptions every time.But Le Yang still remembers the touch when he watched it for the first time—now, he wants to bring this touch to Le Liyou.

……

The crowd surrounded the artists layer by layer, and the fireworks could be seen flying into the sky from a distance, illuminating the night.

Le Yang looked a little disappointed.

Le Liyou looked at Le Yang and said, "I can see it, it's beautiful."

His gentle words did not comfort Le Yang.

Le Yang looked at the tall tower in the southeast direction—maybe it would be best to move his position and go to the tower to see it, but time might be running out.He looked around and finally settled on the park wall.

"Come with me." Le Yang, who never let go of Le Liyou's hand, dragged him to the fence, and climbed up neatly.He called Le Liyou to climb up, but even if Le Liyou was tall, it was not easy to climb a smooth high wall.

Le Yang watched anxiously from above, jumped down directly, stood behind Le Liyou, burrowed his head into his lower garment, picked him up in Le Liyou's fright, and let him sit on his shoulders.

"You are heavier than I thought!" Le Yang sighed.

Le Liyou was both ashamed and angry: "Of course."

Le Yang didn't hear his displeasure, and just said: "Step on my shoulders."

Le Liyou, who was passively riding on Le Yang's shoulders, was ashamed and indignant, but wanted Le Yang to say that he was his benefactor, so he held back.

After the two sat next to each other on the eaves of the wall, Le Liyou could calm down and watch the fireworks.

Le Yang raised the veil for him, so that he could see more clearly: "Isn't it nice? Although it's a bit far away."

"Ah."

nice.The artist waved his arms vigorously to disperse the flames, and the fire balls turned into sparks of fire. Although the brilliance is fleeting, the shock it brings to people is not comparable to that of ordinary flames. Just like a person's life, ordinary life often does not enter the story Here, no one regrets.

"A few more months..." Le Yang shook his head, "In a few years, I'll take you to the front to see those dots. It's more beautiful when you get closer."

"Well - can we meet again?" The tree of fire bloomed in Le Liyou's eyes.

Le Yang scratched his head: "I'm going to the south, are you going to the north too?"

"……Um."

I feel empty inside.Le Liyou couldn't tell what mood he was in right now, he just suddenly didn't want to leave, his hometown seemed to lose its attraction to him, but returning home was still something he had to do—maybe someone was waiting for him.

Le Yang suddenly had a sour nose: "We are still so young, we will meet again."

Le Liyou's face was always facing the fiery trees and silver flowers, but Le Yang had been observing his reaction, but his eyes could not penetrate the mask.

Le Liyou was silent for a while, and said, "'Li' and 'worry', put together, these two words originally didn't mean 'leave sorrow'."

"Ok?"

"Sorrow is sorrow, don't worry."

"Ah!" Le Yang reacted immediately, and hurriedly said, "Then I'll change it for you—"

"No need, because it has a new meaning now," Le Liyou paused, "The meaning you gave."

"Ah...um." Le Yang turned his head slowly, and also looked at the bustling center.

It's free - Le Li worries.

He can go outside the wall, he can run unrestrained in the street, he can stay away from the crowd, sit in the most conspicuous place, no need to hide...

He is free, but the lost dignity will not come back.

The fireworks were too dazzling, sparks splashed and burned into his eyes, causing tears to flow from his face under the mask.

Obviously the long-awaited result has arrived, but Le Liyou's tears are overflowing now than ever before - he doesn't even dare to look at Le Yang, for fear that seeing Le Yang in the eye will cause him to hug Le Yang tightly, Crying loudly next to this person who kept showing kindness to him...

Le Yang put his hand on the back of Le Liyou's hand, Le Liyou was startled, thinking that Le Yang had discovered that he was crying secretly.

"You know, my luck is always good." Le Yang pulled the corners of his mouth, bared his teeth, and looked at him, "Although I gave you an unlucky name, I will give you half of my luck." ..."

Le Yang took his hand and held it in front of him: "Otherwise, I can give you another half. From now on, Le Liyou, who inherits my good fortune, will have a bright future."

Le Liyou was taken aback, wanted to speak, but was afraid that his voice would reveal his emotions, so he swallowed and asked, "What about you?"

Le Yang pushed his hand to his chest, patted his shoulder after letting go, and said, "Meeting the young master is the greatest luck in my life, and having the young master is enough!"

The hand on the chest seemed to still retain the warmth of Le Yang's palm——Le Liyou curled up his five fingers and said in his heart: Then meeting you is my greatest luck.

Le Liyou stared at Le Yang, closed his eyes and opened them again, the moistness in his eyes eased a little - through the fireworks, Le Yang vaguely saw the sparkle in his eyes, and blurted out: "Are you crying?"

Le Liyou's voice sank; "No."

"Then show me?"

"No!"

"Didn't you cry?"

"Don't touch the mask!"

"Hahahaha, I'll just take a look—"

"no!"

"mean……"