The vendor selling fans and lanterns was not very conscious, but he could vaguely feel that the bead in his hand was not light, so he generously gave a pair of lanterns for praying.

Ling Lan gave Su Chenyin one, took his hand and walked to the river to put on the lanterns.

Taking the Moon God shopping, even during the most crowded Lantern Festival, pedestrians automatically avoided a smooth road.

Ling Lan held the lamp and remembered the hawker who didn't know the goods and thought he was very generous. "Master, isn't it worth it to use such a precious night pearl to exchange for only one fan and two lamps?"

Ling Lan himself spent money like water, but he also knew that it was more than enough to buy the entire street that night pearl.

Su Chenyin just looked at Ling Lan holding his hand tightly, "It's worth it if you like it."

Ling Lan stopped.

Su Chenyin was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Ling Lan shook his head and suddenly laughed, "It's nothing, I just think, Master, you're right."

At this time, he was dancing a dragon lantern. He was carrying a lotus lantern and looking back among the fire trees and silver flowers. His eyes were as bright as if they were filled with stars and lights.

Ling Lan shook his hand, "Master, I'm holding your hand, how could you not react? You have to shake my hand back."

The streets were back and forth, and all the men and women holding hands were walking by, and they had never seen any master and apprentice. Su Chenyin vaguely felt that it was inappropriate, so he heard Ling Lan say, "When my apprentice celebrates her birthday, the master cannot say no."

After saying that, he let go of his hand, but his palm was facing him, looking confident. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were full of words, "Hurry up and hold my hand, otherwise I'll be angry."

He was so arrogant and had no discomfort on him, as if he was born to be loved by thousands of people.

Finally, the empty palm was covered with snow-white sleeves, and under the sleeves, the two hands were held together.

He said, "Not to do this again in the future."

"I know, I know." He led him and continued walking, agreeing, but instead inserted his five fingers into his fingers, where no one saw them, his fingers firmly connected.

This is simply blatant disobedience.

Ling Lan felt Su Chenyin's hand stiff for a moment, and then a voice behind her said softly, "Rareless."

Although he was arrogant, he did not let go of his hand. Instead, Ling Lan felt a part of his chest and sensed it briefly.

I dislike being upright and ignore you.

He walked with him firmly. When he reached the riverside, Ling Lan suddenly threw away Su Chenyin's hand and said he wanted to buy something, and even told him not to follow him.

The fiery red ball disappeared quickly in the crowd. Su Chenyin felt that his hands suddenly became empty. He left the person who introduced this and that to him, and his side returned to a desolate desolation.

No one dared to go to the area where Su Chenyin was standing to put on lanterns. The originally lively river bank gradually became dim.

Su Chenyin looked at the Mingmie Lights on the other side of the river. He had been used to things that had been happening for thousands of years, but suddenly he felt that he was too deserted around him.

There were many river lanterns drifting down the river, but they all avoided the river area in front of Su Chenyin. It was like the lanterns, like the master, and they did not dare to invade God's side slightly. They would rather squeeze on the other side of the distance.

Su Chenyin waited for a while, and the surroundings became quieter and the red figure did not come out of the crowd. He looked up at the sky and felt that after a long time, the moon was still in the night sky and had not moved at all.

In fact, if he doesn't look at it, he should have known it.

He waited for a while and felt very bored. Not far away, a pair of men and women were walking together under a tree to guess riddles. The girl opened a lantern and screamed "ah", looking at the boy with a red face. The note said, "Every year after year, the flowers are full of the moon."

A river lamp was shaking out of the river lamp group, and slowly drifted under Su Chenyin's feet with the evening breeze, like a newborn calf who was not afraid of the tiger, nor at all afraid of the deserted moon god. It was like a pioneer who opened the way, although there was no light behind him.

Su Chenyin felt it was novel and familiar, so he leaned over and picked up the lotus lantern.

As soon as he was fished up, a red line under the river lamp was pulled up from the water and revealed inch by inch along the direction it drifted. It continued to extend to a person on the bridge under the extinct night sky.

The boy in red leaned against the Acacia Bridge, with a red line wrapped around the index finger of one hand, circle after circle, like a marriage that has been entangled for many years. He wrapped it twice again, and the red line was completely pulled out of the water, connecting the bridge and the under the bridge, and the stars of water under the moonlight.

He turned his head and bit the last bit of candied haws on his hand. The sound of fireworks rising from the sky was heard behind him. Countless flying fires fell from the night sky, like thousands of meteors. He bit the red sugar hawthorn, his eyebrows were as thick as picturesque, his lips were faintly smiling, and the amber-glazed pupils were filled with a man in snow-clothed clothes holding his lantern under the bridge.

Ling Lan signaled to look at the lanterns, and Su Chenyin lowered her head and saw a note in the flowers. He opened it, and the elegant handwriting said: Every year, the flowers are full of the moon.

His hands trembled and he looked up at the bridge.

The evening breeze suddenly lifted up his hair, and his silver hair was like autumn snow. The young man on the bridge, who was not interested or ignorant, was also looking at him, with a smile in his eyes, like flowers blooming, and the fireworks on the lanterns under the bright moon, facing him in the distance.

A man in black clothes lies across the window on the river, opened the folding fan, shook it slowly twice, and sighed, "Under the flowers and the moon, the bridge of lovesickness, a thread of lovesickness. The world's romantic life really has its own emotions."

He hooked the wine cup and poured it into his mouth. The movement outside the door was rustling, and he didn't blink. He squirted his sleeves slightly. The dark red ancient patterns on the black sleeves swung past, covering his body.

The person outside the door pushed the door in and fled again.

Ling Lan leaned down from the bridge and landed gently and steadily on the ground. The red line tightened tighter and tighter in his hand. At the last moment, he jumped to Su Chenyin and smiled, "Master, I put on a lantern, and you happened to get it." It was not a coincidence, he deliberately activated the river water and sent the lantern to him.

But he said in surprise, "We are really destined to be, don't you?"

He looked at him hopefully, as if everything was just a coincidence. Su Chenyin couldn't ask any questions. In his expectant eyes, he finally nodded slightly.

"Master took my lamp and wanted to realize my wish."

His expression was beyond refusal, but Su Chenyin felt a little strange in his heart, and he turned aside without looking at him. Ling Lan turned to him like a little tail that he could not get rid of. Wherever his eyes went, he stood there and kept asking, "Is it okay?" "Is it okay?" "Please, Master."

He said he was asking for it, but in fact he had no room for rejection. He was both domineering and soft.

Su Chenyin had no choice but to agree.

Ling Lan was satisfied and said, "Master, you should make me look bigger, I want to be more mature."

The appearance and age are no different from the moon god, so he agreed.

Ling Lan closed his eyes happily. Under the faint divine light, the young man's figure slowly grew, like tender green willow buds gradually faded away the only greenness, and his already delicate eyebrows stretched out, and there was no way to hide his dazzling brilliance, like a flowery outline on the Xuan pen.

As time passed by, Su Chenyin never felt that one day was different. But when Ling Lan grew up little by little in his hands, in just a few breaths, he seemed to have really experienced the process of his growing up slowly in his eyes. Watching him quickly shed all traces of tenderness from a slightly youthful boy. Suddenly, he suddenly felt that he shouldn't have agreed to him.

But it was too late, like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, Ling Lan opened his eyes and smiled at him.

In the dim lights, the boy's face was like a blooming red lotus. When he opened his eyes, he looked like an unstoppable sword, piercing through the strong ice that had been sealed for thousands of years.

Ling Lan looked at himself in the river with satisfaction, probably about eighteen years old.

"Thank you, Master." Ling Lan pulled Su Chenyin's sleeves, Su Chenyin looked down at him, and Ling Lan stood on tiptoe and printed a kiss on his lips.

When he left, he gently bit his lower lip. His hands were hung around his neck, and the ununremoved red thread was wrapped between the two, conveying each other's heartbeat, and one of them was gently confused.
Chapter completed!