A gentleman riding a red dust smile

It was getting late, Song Lingshuang and Changsun Jue had originally decided to stay in the town for one night, so they had already found an inn for them to stay.

On the way back to the inn, Song Lingshuang was not guarding the house. If Changsun Jue hadn't called him to stop him, he would have kept going in front of the inn.

Seeing the two came back, the front desk guy ran up and said something.

"Song Ye?"

Changsun Jue yelled twice before Song Lingshuang turned around.

Changsun Jue: "What do you say?"

Song Lingshuang didn't listen to the conversation between the two in front of him at all, and suddenly found that Changsun Jue was asking himself. In order to hide his distraction, he said "OK" in a daze, and then went upstairs with Changsun Jue.

Song Lingshuang returned to her room, stood in the middle of the room for a long time, and only recovered when she heard the knock on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw the man holding a quilt and the elder Sun Jue carrying two jugs of wine.

Song Lingshuang was stunned.

The clerk quickly spread the quilt on the bed, thanked them both before closing the door and going out.

Song Lingshuang couldn't figure out the situation, and asked tentatively, "Are you, are you going to sleep in my room?"

Changsun Jue: "..."

He stared at Song Lingshuang for a long time, seeing that Song Lingshuang was visibly panicked, and finally explained, "The upstairs tenant's bath water has been overturned and seeped down. Several rooms on our floor are wet and cannot be occupied. Just now Downstairs, the guy asked if we could spare a room. I asked you, and you said yes..."

Song Lingshuang: "..."

They booked two upper rooms, which were relatively spacious enough to sleep two people, so the guy asked tentatively.

If this was normal, Song Lingshuang would have wished for it.But today, he was a little afraid to face Changsun Jue.

Changsun Jue: "If you don't want to..."

He said he wanted to leave, but Song Lingshuang pulled him from behind.

Song Lingshuang didn't look at him, just snatched the two jugs of wine from him and sat down at the table.

He poured two glasses of wine, pushed one to Changsun Jue's side, and said, "Is there anything you don't like, it's not that you haven't slept together."

Chang Sun Jue also sat at the table.

Song Lingshuang always talks a lot on weekdays, but these days he suddenly doesn't want to stop talking.Just like today, the two of them can only drink quietly.

Changsun Jue was naturally aware of his abnormalities in the past few days and guessed that he had something on his mind, but he didn't rush to ask.He just drank one cup after another with him, and when the cup was empty, he filled it for him.

After drinking more than half of the two pots of wine, Song Lingshuang was a little tipsy because he drank too much.He looked at Changsun Jue's hand holding the jug. His fingers were long and bony, his nails were full and narrow and oval, and there were some calluses on the second joints of his index finger and thumb.

How can it be so good-looking when it is obviously the hand that holds the sword all year round?

He followed his fingers to see his wrist, followed his wrist to see his sleeve, and finally saw that clear and handsome face along the sleeve.Looking at it, I was fascinated.

Changsun Jue noticed that Song Lingshuang was looking at him, raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Lingshuang endured Changsun Jue's gaze, and what he said to Qin Sanlang lingered in his mind.

"She once gave her heartfelt love, but you dare not accept it. Now that someone has accepted it for you, you refuse again?"

These words stuck in his heart, making him unable to let go.

Looking at the interlacing of light and dark in Song Lingshuang's eyes, Changsun Jue smiled slightly, and that smile bloomed in the warm yellow light.He used his good-looking hands to brush the hair around Song Lingshuang's ears, and the sharp ears like monsters were exposed.

"Just keep drinking, your monster ears are still there."

Only then did Song Lingshuang realize that after being in the house for so long, he had forgotten to remove the beauty pill.The efficacy of one Beauty Pill can last for six hours, if it doesn't dissolve, it will still be as ugly as before.

He was a little embarrassed when he thought of how serious Ren Chang Sun Jue was looking at him with a face full of anger.But part of this embarrassment is naturally due to the fingers with a hint of cold fragrance on the sideburns.

The beauty pill was melted away, revealing his original appearance.

"If you have something in your heart, just say it." Changsun Jue had gentle eyes and a soft voice.

Song Lingshuang looked at him, and was about to ask what was in his heart in almost a second.

Do you always blame me in your heart?

Because, once upon a time, there was a young man who also entrusted him with sincerity, but he didn't accept it, and he didn't dare to accept it.

Because, in the past, he was also self-righteous and self-righteous, and he hadn't heard from him for ten years.

It was also because, like Qin Sanlang, he pushed people away by himself, but knowing that he was going to marry someone else, he felt a little unwilling in his heart.

He wanted to ask, in the days when he disappeared, did you ever experience unbearable grief like Liu Jing, feel ashamed, and even harbor resentment?

He wasn't drunk yet, though, so he didn't ask.

He looked away and said lightly, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired. I'm going to sleep first."

After finishing speaking, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, turned over and collapsed, and lay on the side against the wall with his back to Changsun Jue.

Song Lingshuang has long wanted to understand the source of those emotions in his heart these days.He irresponsibly expected that as soon as he returned, everything would be back to where it was.He selfishly thought that what once belonged to him would always belong to him.

But the sincerity he couldn't hold, someone picked it up, why should he come back?What can he do if he wants to come back?Do you want him to bear the undead on his shoulders together, or go through the ups and downs of the road ahead together?

He has suffered so much, and now he is finally able to live a stable life.

Thinking of this, his body curled up unconsciously.

Changsun Jue looked at Song Lingshuang's back and was silent for a while, then looked at the half pot of wine left, and silently turned off the light.

Early the next morning, Song Lingshuang woke up earlier than Changsun Jue.He went downstairs to buy some breakfast, and Changsun Jue was already awake when he came back.He wanted to say something to Changsun Jue, but before he could speak, Li Xuan and Liu Jing came.

They came to send wedding invitations to Changsun Jue and Song Lingshuang.After going through this calamity, the two decided to get married on an auspicious day three days later, unwilling to wait until the original wedding date.

Because of what happened to Liu Jing before, the wedding wasn't going to be a grand affair, but just wanted to invite some close relatives and friends.This time, I came here to express my gratitude, and to invite Chang Sun Jue and Song Lingshuang to have a wedding wine.

"If it weren't for the two Taoist priests, Jing'er would not have recovered so quickly. If the two Taoist priests don't mind staying in the town for a few more days, please come and be a witness for the two of us."

Changsun Jue seemed to want to decline, but Song Lingshuang immediately agreed.

"Okay! Count the two of us." He turned to ask Changsun Jue, "Aren't you in a hurry?"

Changsun Jue was taken aback for a moment, but quickly returned to his usual indifference, and said, "Don't rush."

"Well, in three days, we are waiting for wine!" Song Lingshuang said with a hearty smile, "By the way, do you have anything interesting or delicious here?"

Liu Jing thought for a while, "There is a river outside the town, and merchants in the nearby towns will set up a night market by the river every six months, just these few days. If you are interested, the two priests can go and have a look.

"Going west along the river, there will be a big banyan tree. The old people say that the tree was there before the flood. People who visit the night market will write down their wishes and tie them to the tree. The higher they are tied, the closer they will be to the sky. The closer you are, the easier it will be effective. The tree is extremely tall, and it is said that no one has climbed to the top of the tree, but even if you can only climb halfway, it is very good."

Li Xuan and Liu Jing mentioned several famous restaurants in the town, and then left.

Song Lingshuang put on the cloak and said to Sun Jue with a smile, "It's been a long time since I crossed the road with us, A Jue, let me show you some face!"

This day Chang Sun Jue really wandered around with Song Lingshuang all day.We ate snacks, drank tea, and tasted local specialties.The town was not big, and they walked almost all of them.

For dinner, they went to the noodle shop introduced by Li Xuan and Liu Jing, ordered a few side dishes, and ordered two bowls of wonton noodles.Song Lingshuang was very satisfied with the meal, and even ordered two more jugs of wine to take away.

The sky is dark.

Song Lingshuang said: "Let's go, it's time to go to the night market."

Changsun Jue really didn't expect that Song Lingshuang was determined to do everything that should be eaten, seen, and played in one day.This person changed from the dullness of the previous few days, and was cheerful all day long, as if he had returned to his previous appearance.

Changsun Jue didn't say much, followed him to eat, drink with him, play with him, and followed him to the night market.

When I first left the town, the road was dark, but when I got near the night market, it became brighter.The night market is built along the river, a long and narrow strip, and the lights are shining like a dragon shining in the dark night.

Song Lingshuang and Changsun Jue walked side by side in the night market.Although it is not as lively as the temple fair in the imperial city, it still has a unique flavor.The merchants come from different nearby towns. Although they are not far apart, each town has its own characteristics, so the goods sold at each stall are quite different, so it is worth taking a closer look.

Song Lingshuang understood that this night market is probably a large-scale trading market held every six months.Facing the villagers in the villages and towns is only a small part, and more merchants purchase goods from each other.Each town will display special products for sale, and then buy special products from other places at the same time, and resell them after returning to their own town.

Unexpectedly, such a remote place has an excellent economic ecology.It can also be seen from this that although the fairy gate has been in chaos these years, the royal family still manages this mortal world very well.

Liu Jing said that the night market was coming to an end, so not too many people came to visit.

Song Lingshuang was walking when he was suddenly grabbed by Changsun Jue.

The stall where Changsun Jue stopped was a mask seller.He picked a big painted face that looked thin and paid for it.He reached out and took off Song Lingshuang's cloak, and put the mask on his face at the same time.

"I've been wearing it for a day, isn't it boring?"

Song Lingshuang behind the mask froze for a moment, staring with big eyes.

To be honest, if it weren't for the "beauty pills" that were running out, he wouldn't want to, and he didn't want to wear a cloak all day long.I won't talk about boredom, because I can't see anything clearly through a layer of veil.

Switching to a mask at this time, the emptiness in the back of my head is indeed much cooler, and seeing the world through the "eyes" on the mask is simply not too clear!

Changsun Jue looked at him and smiled, "Senior brother won't hold him anymore, but you want me to support him all the time?"

Song Lingshuang quickly grabbed the wooden stick under the mask.

How could the grandson Jue beside him miss someone's reddened ears, and the corners of his lips could not help but lift slightly.

I didn't expect this night market to be quite long and durable.Song Lingshuang likes to ask about any new gadgets he sees, and sometimes the stall owner surrenders.

"My lord, please let me go. If you keep asking, I won't be able to rely on this skill to eat."

It took the two of them nearly an hour to reach the big banyan tree.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this banyan tree has a thousand years.The trunk is so thick that it takes five or six adults to circle it around.Although it is not so towering, it is taller than any banyan tree that Song Lingshuang has seen while walking in Chizhou. It is nearly twenty feet tall, and the crown of the tree is also huge.

There was no one under the tree, so Song Lingshuang put away the mask and pinned it to his waist.He stroked his chin and walked around under the tree several times, nodding his head while whispering, and stopping to observe carefully.

After a long while, he came to a conclusion, "This tree is really not easy to climb, and I think the tallest of those wishing notes is only half of it."

Changsun Jue: "Yes."

"Miss Liu said, no one has climbed to the top of the tree yet?" Song Lingshuang was still rubbing his chin in thought.

Changsun Jue had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Song Lingshuang raised his eyebrows at him, "How about it, let's climb one?"

Before Chang Sun Jue could speak, he added, "Do not use spiritual power!"

Changsun Jue glanced at the tree, then at Song Lingshuang, with an expression as if asking, "Are you serious?"

Song Lingshuang smiled loudly, "If you don't climb, I will."

After finishing speaking, he lifted up the hem of his clothes, climbed onto the branches and began to climb up by stepping on the branches.

Changsun Jue glanced at it, sighed silently, and began to climb up.

Song Lingshuang heard the movement in front, glanced down, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

It was like that when I was a kid.When Changsun Jue was afraid of getting his clothes dirty and hesitated to climb trees with him, he also used this trick.As long as he climbed the tree, Chang Sun Jue would definitely follow him in a short while.

That little man would still shout childishly: "Master, wait for me!"

Changsun Jue is no longer that child with short arms and short legs, not to mention that even if a practitioner does not use spiritual power, his physical strength is not comparable to that of ordinary people.In just a moment, the two had already climbed to the highest point of the canopy.

Song Lingshuang arrived first, found a branch and sat down.

He turned his head, with a smug smile on his lips, and said to Chang Sun Jue: "Whoever said you can't climb to the top, this is it!"

The late summer night wind blew, and the hair on the sideburns brushed against his face, a little itchy, so he brushed it with his hands and pressed it behind his ears.

At this height, the lights of the night market seem a little far away, and the stars that were originally covered by the light can be seen at a glance.Those stars fell in Song Lingshuang's eyes, and then Changsun Jue saw them.

Changsun Jue felt that his face was a little hot, and he avoided looking at him and said, "Practitioners are not as capable as ordinary people."

After finishing speaking, he regretted it. Over the years, he thought that he had got rid of this bad habit of spoiling fun.

But Song Lingshuang didn't mind at all, his smile was full of pride, and maybe a little dissatisfied, "Even if I don't have the pill formation, I can still climb up!"

Changsun Jue looked at him, and suddenly smiled, "Yes, if senior brother says yes, he will."

When he said that, Song Lingshuang, who was thick-skinned, felt embarrassed.

He urged in a disguised manner, "Come here too! The scenery here is the best."

Changsun Jue glanced at it, feeling a little helpless, "I'm afraid that branch of yours can't bear the weight of the two of us..."

Without saying a word, Song Lingshuang cast a talisman to strengthen the branch, turned his head and said, "It's ready now."

Changsun Jue: "It's not that you don't need spiritual power..."

Song Lingshuang leaned back against the trunk of the tree, opened the jug and took a sip, and said a little bluntly, "I'll just say it casually, and you believe it? Come quickly!"

Changsun Jue sat down next to him, took the jug handed over by Song Lingshuang, and took a sip.

The scenery here is really good. You can see the stars in the sky when you look up, and the lights on the ground when you look down.

The night market is brightly lit, and pedestrians come and go.Some people cheered, some took it for granted, and some held hands.Some of the stall owners were shouting and some were bargaining.There are girls laughing and children crying.

This is the world.

Song Lingshuang and Changsun Jue drank wine, watching the ordinary and warm fireworks in front of them.

He lived many years of mortal life.Farming in the backyard, fishing by the pond, playing with Xiao Dizi and the others, drinking with Jiang Rui under the moonlight, can also be said to be leisurely and comfortable.But he always felt that something was missing.Now, he knew what was missing.

He turned his head to look at Changsun Jue.

From the side profile, you can see the man's well-defined jaw, high nose bridge, and slightly raised eye corners.Those clear and deep eyes turned around, as if they contained the whole universe.

Song Lingshuang didn't dodge this time, and asked with a smile: "We are very close to the sky now, do you have any wishes, A Jue?"

Changsun Jue: "I don't believe in heaven."

Song Lingshuang chuckled, and turned to look at the neon in the distance, thinking that this was indeed Changsun Jue's answer.

But Chang Sun Jue added, "But I am very grateful for it."

Song Lingshuang didn't ask what he was grateful for.He shook the wine jug in his hand, there was not much left in it, he brought it to his mouth, but in the end he still didn't drink it.He was afraid that if he took another sip, he would say something he shouldn't have said.

Under the stars, above the fireworks, it is very good for him to share this moment of peace with him.

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