Yue Shang Han Guang

During the three months, Wu Yue took Jueyingma along the route back to Gaocheng, from Baicheng to Putin City and then to Xuyi City. He saw the clear water pond with stalks blooming from new pistils to decaying, and red beans forming seeds on the treetops. One by one inlaid in exquisite dice.With growing longing, he never found the person he was thinking about.

He thought, is it because he bullied Fang Han so hard that God couldn't stand it, so he didn't let him be so happy.

On the water pavilion of Canghai Lake, intermittent lyre music came, and he felt desolate. Even if he was eating eight-treasure tortoise and mutton soup, West Lake vinegar fish, or pastry lotus paste buns, he felt the taste was chewy, and he even doubted that Does Xu Yicheng, which is regarded as a gourmet city, have a lot to do with its name?Then discovering that the people around him were eating in a state of happiness and satisfaction, Wu Yue finally realized that this problem occurred in himself.

He thought that if he couldn't find Fang Han again, he would definitely die of lovesickness.Never thought that one day I would become so crazy.

Just as I was about to go downstairs to check out, I heard someone in the compartment on the left slurring, "Old version, here is a mix of mung beans and black rice."

The voice was so soft that it seemed like a sponge, but it was pressed down like a hard stone in Wu Yue's heart, and he even forgot to breathe.

Time seems to take root at this time, entangled with green vines, and under the illumination of the beam of light, ding, ding, transparent flowers bloom, becoming instant eternity.

In that peaceful world, he lifted the jade-white pearl curtain, and walked slowly towards the young man in Tsing Yi who was close at hand on the road full of flower cups.

The young man was holding the sesame shortbread with his eyelids drooping. He ate it seriously and attentively, but he didn't notice him.

His heart was beating like thunder, and too much joy surged up like a tide, filling his whole heart, but for some reason, he was a little sad and mournful, his voice was trembling badly, and he kept moving his lips only to find that he couldn't utter a single word. come out.

It wasn't until the boy who was eating with his head down realized that the situation was a bit strange that he raised his head and looked at him.

When he saw that face that was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it, Wu Yue felt that he was really going crazy, and cried out with difficulty, "Fang Han, Fang Han, Fang Han..." He became more and more dumb every time, and at the end he was about to hear not see.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to bring Fang Han into his arms and give him a good hug.However, at the moment when they were about to touch, Fang Han backed away in evasion, wiped the powder from the corners of his mouth with his hands in a panic, and said in an obviously polite tone, "Wu, General Wu, what a coincidence. What a coincidence, what a coincidence..."

My heart was strangled by dense thorns, and I was almost out of breath. All the thoughts that were framed in a beautiful box from darkness to dawn wanted to be released to the person in front of me.

But he could only pretend to be relaxed, "Well, indeed, it's a coincidence."

As a result, after saying this sentence, Wu Yue wanted to slap himself, strengthened his belief, and said, "Fang Han, in fact, I..."

The words were quickly interrupted, and the waiter in the shop stood between the two of them with mung bean and black rice porridge, with a courteous face, "Guest officer, your dessert."

There were veins throbbing on Wu Yue's forehead. Fang Han picked it up and took a few sips in a hurry, then retreated to a place farther away from Wu Yue, and raised his voice, "I still have something to do, let's just say goodbye, let's just say goodbye." After finishing speaking, like a rabbit's legs, he disappeared without a trace.

Wu Yue looked at the young man fleeing desperately under the stairs, and felt sad and angry in his heart.

Just so unwilling to see myself, not even for a moment?

Fang Han knocked on the counter, and the boss who was desperately counting beads showed him a polite smile.

Put a broken piece of silver on the counter, "Room No. [-] in a place."

The boss gathered the broken silver into the palm of his hand, turned around to get the key chain hanging on the wall, and was about to lead Fang Han to see the room when another piece of broken silver slid across the counter.

The visitor looked at Fang Han who was stunned in place with his handsome eyebrows, and said solemnly, "One room number two."

The boss smiled from ear to ear and said, "Coincidentally, I'll take the two of you to see the room together."

Fang Han waved his fingers in the air for a while, wanting to shout: Boss, I don't want this room anymore!

In the end, before shouting out, Wu Yue's eyebrows and eyes were bent into a beautiful shape, and he came over to straighten Fang Han, who had weak legs, and then walked in front of him in a good mood.

After entering Room No. [-], Fang Han paced up and down the room, feeling that Wu Yue had become very weird since he hadn't seen him for three months, and this weirdness made him shudder from the bottom of his heart.

I was about to pour a cup of tea to settle down, when I heard three knocks on the door without haste.

Fang Han immediately threw the teacup on the table, quickly took off his boots and jumped into bed, pretending to be sleepy, and asked, "Who..."

The shop waiter's polite tone sounded from outside, "Guest officer, your hot water is here."

Not Wu Yue!

Fang Han threw off the quilt violently, opened the door, and saw the waiter standing at the door with a bunch of smiling faces, holding a bucket of misty hot water in his hand.

Hold your head and think, I am so narcissistic, I am so narcissistic, I am so narcissistic!

The shop clerk blinked and asked, "Guest officer, are you—are you alright?"

"I'm fine, very fine, very fine." He picked up the hot water bucket in the second-hand store and closed the door.Fang Han stared at Fang Liang in a daze for a while.

What if I see Wu Yue?So what if I keep meeting him unexpectedly?He likes Wei Ning so much, no matter how he thinks about it, he won't come here just for himself.

Enough is enough, enough is enough!

Fang Han scolded himself as useless in his heart. He clearly burned all the portraits of Wu Yue that he drew between the ages of 15 and 19. He clearly told himself that Wu Yue was just an old friend of his, and he clearly said that he wanted to be a happy I am a fool, but when I saw Wu Yue, all the sealed thoughts filled my head, airtight.

He felt that he couldn't do this anymore, and it was inevitable that he would repeat the same mistakes if he continued like this. He didn't want to experience the feeling of depression even in his dreams for the second time.

After figuring this out, Fang Han put down the hot water bucket and packed the unpacked bags back. He wanted to leave this place with Wu Yue.

"Check out?" The boss looked puzzled, "But you are not satisfied with the house? Then I will change another room for you."

"No, no. It's just that there is an urgent matter and you have to travel overnight. Do you have a horse?"

The boss took back the key in Fang Han's hand and took him to the stable. Fang Han pulled the horse closest to him, paid the money and walked away without looking back.

The boss looked at the broken silver in his hand and shook his head, "Can such a big thing compare to a good night's sleep?"

As a result, in the middle of the night, he was dragged up from the bed, and the moonlight shone from outside the window, shining on the long black hair and lavender clothes of the person beside the bed like hail of snow.

The man asked him, "Where is the person in Room No. [-]?"

He was confused, and finally remembered, "Checked out."

"when?!"

"Just two hours ago."

I felt a gust of wind blowing in front of my eyes, and the window swayed back and forth, revealing a section of frosty green bamboo under the moonlight, but there was still half a figure.He wiped his eyes, suspecting that he had just had a real dream.

He muttered, "I'm sick." Then he fell asleep again.

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