The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Fang Cun raised his hand to cover the glare of the sun, looked left and right at Gan Ting in the distance, the land lord had already left, but Gan Ting stayed where he was looking up, Fang Cun was about to call him back, But was stopped by Sun Wanjing.

"Look at that tree."

The apricot blossoms are blooming in the bright spring, full of vitality, clustered together in white, not cumbersome, but very elegant, even calling Gan Ting under the tree very graceful, like a jade prince.

Fang Cun was puzzled, "What happened to this tree?"

Sun Wanjing smiled, "That's an apricot tree, Xu Zinian's favorite tree."

The familiar name made Fang Cun put down his hand to block the sun, "So?..."

"When the flowers bloomed, Xu Zinian knew that Gan Ting was going back to Yingdu to celebrate his birthday."

Sun Wanjing said it lightly. For her who has read the whole book, all this is as real as if she had seen it with her own eyes.

Hearing this, Fang Cun's tone was full of anger that he didn't even notice, "Is there no place to celebrate his birthday in such a big world? How shameless is he? He still wants to go to Yingdu?"

"That's right, Fang Shenyue forbade Gan Ting to celebrate his birthday in heaven, and he was driven to Yingdu every time."

It was indeed Fang Shenyue's lack of heart. What he said was wrong, so he lowered his head and didn't speak again.

Sun Wanjing continued: "Every time the old city lord helped Gan Ting to hold a birthday banquet, Gan Ting would have another meeting with Xu Zinian, chatting all night, planting an apricot tree at dawn, and then rushing back to the heaven. They can only see this once a year, every year, but there is a big apricot forest growing in Yingdu."

Although Fang Cun didn't want to admit it, it was a fact written in black and white.

Fang Cun raised his head and asked, "When is his birthday?"

Sun Wanjing thought for a while, "Today."

Thinking back to the past few days, Gan Ting was in such a state of confusion, it must have something to do with Xu Zinian.

Fang Cun's words were a bit strange, "No wonder he has been so angry these two days, it turns out that he thinks about others when he sees things."

Gan Ting still stood silently under the apricot tree, and he didn't care much about some petals falling on his shoulders. There was obvious sadness in his dark pupils, and no one could know what he was thinking in his heart.

"What are you looking at?"

Fang Cun walked in quietly from behind him, Gan Ting regained his composure, and dodged to the side, "It's nothing."

"Think about Xu Zinian?"

Fang Cun looked directly into Gan Ting's eyes, and Gan Ting looked away uncomfortably, not looking at him.

"It seems that I really miss him." Fang Cun pretended not to care, helped Gan Ting brush off the flowers on his shoulders, and said very generously, "It's okay, you can call him back, no one will arrest him if Sun Qiong stops him. "

Gan Ting raised his head and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but still sighed, "That's all."

The boys and buddies in the school grounds were waiting a little impatiently, waved to them, and shouted: "Why have we walked so far, these lottery winners haven't been ranked yet!"

"I do not want it."

Gan Ting intentionally avoided Fang Cun, walked over and grabbed the prince's wrist, and without waiting for the prince's reaction, pulled him away from the school field with a flustered look on his face.

Fang Cun helped his forehead helplessly. He didn't know what kind of limelight this child was trying to show. This silver hairpin was the first and only gift Tianzun gave him. Gan Ting's spiritual power was too strong. It is easy to be backlashed. In order to prevent him from accidents and to be Fang Shenyue's life extension tool, Tianzun gave him this hairpin.

Fang Cun discussed with these sons, "These are all yours, but the sword hairpin is very important to him, I..."

Those young masters were very straightforward, "It's all right, take it."

"Thanks."

Fang Cun picked up the inconspicuous silver hairpin from a pile of jewels, turned around and strode after it.

Gan Ting and the prince walked side by side, Gan Ting asked, "Have you ever had a drink?"

"Wine?..." The crown prince shook his head and said, "I've never drank it before."

"Go, let's take you to drink."

Fang Cun squeezed in between the two of them, smiled heartlessly and said, "I'll go too."

As dusk draws near, the sunset clouds are returning to dusk, and there are fewer boats and moors on the Linjiang River. As the sun sets, some rays of light come in to listen to the evening breeze in Yuge, and the best place to look at the river by the window is gloomy. Both Gan Ting and the prince were quiet masters, so silent that it was suffocating.

Not only the diners around were suffocated, but Fang Cun was also tortured to the point of madness. Seeing Xiao Er running around busy, he instantly felt that he saw a savior, and quickly raised his hand to greet him.

Xiao Er rushed to his side, with a smile on his face, "Do you have any orders, Young Master?"

"Get some snacks."

As he spoke, Fang Cun took out his purse from his sleeve, poured out some broken silver, counted it and handed it to Xiao Er, but then thought of something, "Two jugs of good wine."

"Okay." The waiter collected the money, and left as busy as a spinning top.

As soon as Xiaoer left, the cold air hit again, and neither of the two quiet masters was willing to talk to each other.

"cough..."

The delicate and delicate Crown Prince coughed lightly uncomfortably, Gan Ting quickly took off his robe and put it on for the Crown Prince.

"No need." The prince was a little afraid of Fang Cun's eyes, and tried his best to shirk, "Your complexion looks worse than mine, you'd better wear it yourself."

"Neither do I."

As soon as he finished speaking, some stars twinkled beside Gan Ting, slowly covering him, becoming blurred little by little, and his body also shrunk visibly to the naked eye, until he shrank into the appearance of a little boy about ten years old. The speed of this slap in the face made Gan Ting a little unexpected.

"Tell you to be brave, look, it's getting smaller again."

Fang Cun dragged the cushion and moved to Gan Ting's side, approached shamelessly, took out the silver hairpin that can restrain spiritual energy, and slowly inserted the silver hairpin into his hair.

Gan Ting didn't resist, even though the hairpin was like a shackle in his hair, even if he wore the silver hairpin to suppress his spiritual power to help his good-for-nothing brother survive, he unexpectedly didn't dodge this time.

Fang Cun adjusted the direction of the silver hairpin to prevent it from being crooked, "Ah Ting, I have suffered all these years."

Gan Ting was stunned for a moment, then reacted with a cold snort, "It's not as hard as these few days."

"Go, go somewhere with me."

Fang Cun took his small hand, turned to discuss with the prince, "Let's leave for a while."

Seeing that they were finally leaving, the prince heaved a sigh of relief, "Okay."

Gan Ting was too small to resist being dragged by him, so he asked impatiently, "Where are you going?"

Fang Cun didn't answer, but said mysteriously, "Just follow me."

In this spring day, wherever you go in Chang'an City, there is a fresh and elegant fragrance permeating the air. The setting sun sprinkles light on the ground without hesitation, and it is full of light.

The two stopped in front of a gazebo, which stood in the middle of the lake, with green trees growing in front of the pavilion, willow branches swaying in the wind, and a few tender grasses under the tree swaying gently.

Gan Ting's figure has not yet recovered, he still looks like a child, he raised his head and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Don't worry."

Fang Cun lifted the birdcage hanging from the eaves of the pavilion, opened it lightly, and took out a pure white and flawless pigeon inside.

"Pigeon? Where did it come from?" Gan Ting walked up to Fang Cun and touched the white pigeon in his hand.

The frightened white dove fluttered its wings twice.

Fang Cun gently comforted the pigeon, and said, "I saw a shop selling carrier pigeons, so I bought one. Does it look good?"

"It looks good, but..." Gan Ting was puzzled, "Do you want to eat pigeons?"

Fang Cun smiled when he heard the words, "Who said pigeons are for eating?"

"I suddenly remembered a custom. It is a place far, far away where no one knows. It is a custom for ten-year-old children to celebrate their birthdays. Come here."

Fang Cun turned to Gan Ting's back, embraced him with open arms, held his little hands, and held the white pigeon together with him.

Gan Ting's height did not reach his chest, so he hugged him tightly.

The male protagonist has never been hugged so intimately before, even Xu Zinian, so he became very annoyed and pushed him away, "What are you doing!"

"Don't move yet."

Fang Cun restrained him, after all, he was only a small body, and he controlled it without sparing any strength.

"An animal like a pigeon, no matter where it flies, no matter how far it flies, it can find its way home. You just need to release it on your tenth birthday."

After saying that, Fang Cun controlled Gan Ting, and slowly spread his hand. The carrier pigeon was free of confinement, and happily flapped a few times, flapping its white wings on both hands, and soon flew away.

The wind blows, chasing after the traces of the carrier pigeons, blowing away the noise in Gan Ting's heart, the kingfisher sings, and the eaves bells sway gently.

He only felt a warm spring breeze blowing in his chest, and he raised his head and followed the distant white dove.

Before he could think about it, Fang Cun whispered softly in his ear.

"It means that when you grow up, even if you are far away from home, you will come back one day."

Fang Cun was still standing behind Gan Ting, bent a little and put it next to his ear, so he could hear it too clearly, and he could even clearly feel the warm breath exhaled by Fang Cun.

Gan Ting's ears twitched in an instant, and he broke away from Fang Cun's embrace with brute force, and said angrily, "I'm not a ten-year-old child."

Fang Cun smiled brightly, "But you look like a child now, of course it's your tenth birthday."

Gan Ting gritted his teeth, "You still have the nerve to say that?"

Fang Cun raised his head and rubbed his head, "It doesn't matter how old you are."

Gan Ting was very disgusted and dodged his rubbing paws, "But it was just bought by you, and it has not been with you for a long time, can it know the way back?"

Fang Cun thought for a while, "Maybe."

"You mean to hurt me."

Fang Cun's conditioned retort: ​​"I don't have it."

Gan Ting sneered, "If it doesn't know the way and can't come back, does that mean I can't come back either?"

Seeing him squirming like a normal child, the thought of teasing him suddenly flashed through Fang Cun's mind, and he said with a smile, "That might be."

Gan Ting's face became even more irritable with anger, he raised his hand to push him away, and was about to leave angrily.

Fang Cun was teased by him with a dumb smile, stopped him and squatted in front of him, and promised: "If you can't come back, I will look for you, I can find you in the ends of the world, and then I will take you home."

This promise was both solemn and casual, and even Fang Cun himself couldn't tell whether it was true or not, and even Gan Ting couldn't tell.

"I don't believe your nonsense anymore."

Fang Cun touched his chin, "Then how can you believe it."

Gan Ting thought for a while and pointed to the blue sky. "If the pigeon comes back, I will believe it."

He intends to make things difficult for others, but Fang Cun thinks it will be easy to handle. Later, he will pass by a shop selling pigeons and buy another one. This kid Gan Ting may be able to tell whether it is a new one or one that was flown back.

Fang Cun readily agreed, "Okay."