Bamboo ink fragrance in front of the court

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, but the continuous rain is like the Ching Ming season.The dark leaves on the side of the road became blacker and brighter after being washed by the rain, and there was a light earthy smell in the moistened air.The bamboo umbrella in Duan Yuxuan's hand was tilted back when the wind was blowing a bit, and the fine raindrops hit the back of his hand a bit cool.A large drop of rainwater from the tip of the umbrella bone was blown into the collar by the wind, but he didn't care, and walked forward stepping on the soft soil, but the hem of the white robe was not stained with mud, and looked as clean as jade Peaceful and clear.

In the bamboo grove in front of him, he sensed a faint fragrance, although he knew it was not a monster, but it was also unusual.At this moment, seeing the person sitting on the Sansheng Stone regardless of the wind and rain, the hand holding the umbrella handle paused.That is not a person, but a ghost.The ghost saw him looking up at himself, the delicate appearance with curved lips looked clean in the rain, but seemed a little lonely.He held a black cat in his arms, and the black cat hid in his arms and slept peacefully without being affected by the wind and rain.There was not a single trace of being wet in the scattered black hair, and the same was true for the green shirt on his body.

Su Mo jumped off the Sansheng Stone, "Where are you going, my lord?"

Duan Yuxuan, who was dressed in white, carefully looked at the ghost blocking his eyes, the scent was a little stronger than that of the bamboo forest, and it really was his breath.The black cat was woken up by Su Mo, squinted at Duan Yuxuan, then buried her head and continued to sleep.I didn't miss the red and white flower pinned to his waist, if I read it correctly, it should be a flower born in the underworld.

"The capital." Duan Yuxuan didn't say much, this time he was ordered by his teacher to go to Beijing to protect the monarch and sacrifice.The eyes looking at Su Mo were calm, but as deep as an empty pool.

"May I ask why you went to the capital?" Su Mo stood in the rain and looked at Duan Yuxuan, hugging the black cat tightly.

"Forgive me, I have no comment." Duan Yuxuan had no expression on his face, and his tone was very cold.

Su Mo looked at him with hurt eyes, neither concealed nor deliberately.Now he is not the person in Taoist robes, the dull color has faded, and his face is more and more brilliant.

Duan Yuxuan took advantage of Su Mo's recollection and walked around him in a daze.

"Hey, my name is Su Mo. Su who supports Su, ink who writes ink." Duan Yuxuan paused when he heard the ghost's shout behind him, and he could hear it clearly even through the sound of drizzle.He didn't know why this lonely ghost would stop him in front of the Sansheng Stone just to know where he was going and tell him his name.I just felt that the unconscious emotion in his eyes was a bit scorching.

Su Mo looked at Duan Yuxuan's back and smiled wryly, forgetting to ask that person's name, if it wasn't for his unchanging appearance, it might take some trouble.But it was much colder than before.

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