late snow

Nan Yu and Ming Ye, who had received the certificate of life and death, did not stay for long. From the perspective of outsiders, the friendship between the three of them, master and servant, was nothing more than that, so weak and indifferent that it was shocking.

But if you think about it carefully, you can feel the difference, but this subtle difference is concealed under the cold appearance, just like their way of getting along.

The weather is getting hotter.

Just when Ji Huai was going crazy, he received a post from Ji Fu.

It was delivered by Ji Yan himself.

Ji Yan has struggled in the officialdom these years, and he is completely different from the young man who had his likes and dislikes written all over his face. He smiled and called Lord Ji Huai, and when he saw Zhan Hua, his expression didn't even change.

"Ten days will be my mother's birthday." Ji Yanwen said: "Mother reads the prince very closely. If you have time, you two will go home and have a look."

What he said was vague, but the meaning behind the words was that he wanted Zhan Hua to go back and have a look.

Ji Huai never felt that Zhan Hua and Ji's family looked like each other, but it was probably because he was bald back then that he paid attention to different places. Now that Zhan Hua and Ji Yan, who are growing hair, are standing together, Ji Huai can't help but see three or four. points of similarity.

This feeling is hard to describe, not disgusting, but with regret and sadness.

It was a rare cool night in midsummer. They spread mats in the yard to enjoy the coolness, and burned moxa grass to repel mosquitoes beside the wall. A few fireflies were wandering in the grass by the wall, and the crushed stars were scattered in the sky, revealing the tranquility.

"If Zhao Jian hadn't replaced you back then, your parents would be alive and your elder brother would protect you now, and you would be your happy son Ji Qi." Ji Huai said lying on the mat.

Zhan Hua sat next to him and fanned him to give him a cool breeze, and stretched out his hand to untangle his tangled hair, "Why, you plan to let other little dolls detoxify you, and then sleep and fly together with him?"

"Of course not." Ji Huai turned over and grabbed a lock of Zhan Hua's hair, "It's still you, the little doll."

Zhan Hua looked down at him and smiled, and he also smiled at Zhan Hua. Although it was a heavy topic, the two had fun for a long time.

The past cannot be traced back, they have had too many mistakes and regrets in the past 30 years, so Ji Huai is always brooding - they could have had a better encounter, they could have not missed more than ten years, they could have met have more time.

However, the past cannot be changed for a long time, and it is impossible for them to meet again, so they can only cherish and cherish every day in the future.

"Ji Huai, let's get married." Zhan Hua looked at him with a serious and solemn tone.

The person lying on his back on the mat was stunned for a moment, then suppressed his smile, "Really?"

Zhan Hua lowered his eyes and looked into his eyes, "There are so many couples in the world, but not many of us."

Ji Huai smiled and said, "Then am I married or not?"

"You can marry as you like." Zhan Hua's voice sounded extraordinarily gentle in the wind, "Young Master Ji Qi."

Insects chirped and the cool breeze blew, so Ji Huai also felt that the old people didn't care about the past.

"Okay, the seventh son is here to marry you." Ji Huai took advantage of it with confidence, and talking was not enough, so he grabbed Zhan Hua's front and forced him to bow his head and kiss him enough.

Although Ji Huai said it lightly, he was actually very happy, and he dragged Zhan Hua to see Xifu early the next morning.

"My lord, we have ready-made clothes in our store that can also be made to measure. What kind do you think?" The shopkeeper is a rich middle-aged man with a very kind attitude.

"How long have you made it now?" Ji Huai looked up at the wedding dress embroidered with double lotus.

"The minimum is one month, and the maximum is half a year, depending on your requirements." The shopkeeper said.

"It's been too long, why don't you get ready-made clothes?" Ji Huai turned his head and asked Zhan Hua.

"Okay." Zhan Hua nodded.

"Oh, the two brothers got married on the same day?" The shopkeeper said with a smile, "What a double happiness!"

"They got married on the same day." Ji Huai said, "But they are not brothers."

"Ah?" The shopkeeper froze for a moment.

"Find two sets that match." Ji Huai pointed to the one above.

The shopkeeper reacted with hindsight, but after all, he was in business, so he quickly suppressed the surprise in his heart, "Hey, okay, the two custodians are satisfied!"

Ji Huai dragged Zhan Hua to the inner room to try on the wedding clothes.

Zhan Hua's complexion is cold and fair, and a bright red wedding dress makes him more handsome and fair, like a piece of warm and transparent suet jade. After Ji Huai tied the hairband for him, he was stunned, and Zhan Hua lowered his head to tie his waist Belt, the slender lines of the neck are hidden in the wedding dress, smooth and beautiful.

Ji Huai couldn't move his eyes.

Zhan Hua tied the belt for him, and when he looked up, he saw a blank expression on his face, raised his hand and pressed the center of his brow, "Why are you so stupid?"

Ji Huai's Adam's apple twitched slightly, "...beautiful."

Zhan Hua straightened his front, pulled him over and kissed the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "You look good too."

Ji Huai has been traveling around for a lot of vicissitudes in recent years, but since he found Zhan Hua, he has been in a very happy mood for the past few months. Ji Jia Qilang finally stopped being disheartened.

Ji Huai held his shoulder and laughed happily.

He laughed for a long time before he stopped, and was about to go out to look in the mirror, but Zhan Hua grabbed him.

"Huh?" Ji suspiciously turned to look at him.

"It's very beautiful, no need to take pictures," Zhan Hua said.

"It's pretty, I have to see it too." Ji Huai said and wanted to pull him out together, but was dragged back by Zhan Hua's ingenuity.

Ji Huai didn't know why, but Zhan Hua was much stronger than him, and he couldn't move when he was around his waist. Ji Huai couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you a bit of a bully?"

Zhan Hua hugged him tightly, "It's very beautiful."

"I'll go and see if it fits." Ji Huai emphasized.

"It fits well." Zhan Hua said firmly.

"Then I have to—" Ji Huai looked at him, reacted belatedly, and smiled suddenly: "If you don't want others to see me, just say it."

Zhan Hua stared at him blankly, and said after a long time, "Don't show it to others."

Ji Huai could hear sullenness and a little bit of anger, and the flower in his heart suddenly bloomed more enthusiastically.

"It's so strict before you pass through the door." He reached out and hooked Zhan Hua's front, and slowly drew him over, teasing, "If you pass through the door, will you pay it off?"

Zhan Hua whispered something next to his ear, and then watched Ji Huai's ears burn with satisfaction.

"I'm not ashamed." Ji Huai coughed lightly.

Zhan Hua smiled, and the two sets of fiery red wedding dresses embroidered with double lotus were entangled together, regardless of each other.