Fancy Year

Throughout the fall, Murong Qiushui was wandering around West Street in Luoyang City. The old man Zhang, who sells noodles at a night stall in the street alley, has become very familiar with him and has changed his name from Mr. Murong before to Murong. Murong Qiushui just smiled gently, ordered a bowl of noodles, a bite to eat, chatting with each other, two eyes untraceable staring at the opposite side of the spring building.

The most famous theater in Luoyang City is the Huichun House, but it is not necessarily luxurious and grand, but because the famous Wen Liangchen is on stage here, only here.

The three words Wen Liangchen and the peony of Luoyang are as well-known as the world, and countless princes, grandsons, rich merchants, and noblemen flock to Luoyang City, without exception, for the three words Wen Liangchen, and then they stop by to see the peony of Luoyang - if it happens to be in bloom.

Three days later, it will be the Chrysanthemum Festival. At that time, Wen Liangchen will perform on stage at the Huichun Tower.

In these days, the inns in Luoyang City are so expensive that an ordinary room in an ordinary inn costs two taels of silver for one night, but even so, there are still many guests, which shows the charm of Wen Liangchen.

When Murong Qiushui stared at the Spring House, old man Zhang was staring at him, he looked at Murong Qiushui's expression, as if seeing this person for the first time, serious - full forehead, nose, this is a young face, but this face has a pair of deep eyes and age is extremely disproportionate, like an abyssal cold pool, the cold pool is dense With the enchanting fog, people can not see the bottom.

Zhang Lao Han also could not see through the meaning of Murong Qiushui's eyes, but rightfully identified the look in his eyes as adoration, the adoration of Wen Liangchen. No way, his behavior is too obvious ah ......

The night is getting deeper, the wind is getting colder, and the moonlight is pouring over from the west corner of the Huichun building, shining on the silent alley.

Murong Qiushui sitting on the bright white moon, his light white clothes will be mixed with the moon as a background, setting off a head of dark hair like a black forge floating in mid-air, from a distance, giving an extremely eerie feeling.

Wen Liangchen has this feeling at this moment.

She saw Murong Qiushui's long hair fluttering in the wind, like a sudden line of waterfalls; she also saw his eyes, dark and bright, ready to ignite the pipe in the hands of the old man beside him.

She had been paying attention to Murong Qiushui for more than a day or two.

He was naturally an impressive man, young and handsome, soothing and relaxed, giving people a feeling of being blessed with a unique talent. Wen Liangchen had seen many men, but not many could impress her. She was a little confused, how could a man like him spend all day wandering around with nothing to do?

At this moment, she should have been preparing for her appearance on stage in three days, when she will perform "Peach Blossom Human Face", which is a new play that has to be rehearsed several times, and some details still need to be worked on. But instead, she stood under the quiet corridor, gazing into the moonlit alley, as if she were in a play.

She was wearing an aqua green dress, standing under the corridor of the pavilion with her arms clasped, her upper body hidden in the shadow, her lower body in the mercury moonlight, her whole body looked as if the moonlight had cut it into two slanting halves, the night breeze blowing, her clothes fluttering, also giving people an extremely strange feeling.

The servant girl Yue Yi stood behind her and followed her gaze to see the man in white in the alley - thick eyebrows like dyed, lips like painted vermilion, more and more white and handsome face. She was a little surprised: such a beautiful character, even the makeup of the famous actor Xiao Shiyi pear garden is more than ah. She has followed Wen Liangchen for some years since she was young, and has seen many people, but none of them are comparable to this man.

At this time, Wen Liangchen spoke up: "Do you think this old man's noodles are good?"

Yue Yi did not know why she suddenly asked this, smiled, and said, "I have not eaten, but it seems that there is nothing special."

Wen Liangchen slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "We have lived in Huichun House for almost two months, his noodle stall has been set up at the entrance of this alley, and this young man, comes almost every night to eat a bowl of noodles, you think there is nothing special about this noodle? Oh ......" her laugh was extraordinarily somewhat meaningful.

Yue Yi's face changed, hesitated a moment before saying: "Boss means ......"

Wen Liangchen did not answer the question.

Yue Yi said again: "Is it for us?"

Wen Liangchen did not deny: "Be careful in everything, it is always right."

Yue Yi was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Why don't I also go buy a bowl back and give the boss a taste?"

Wen Liangchen smiled and did not say anything, a pair of clear gazes from beginning to end are staring at the alley Murong Qiushui.

Murong Qiushui suddenly had a strange feeling, which made a slight stirring in his body, but he did not move, did not move.

He did not move, but Zhang Lao Han closed the stall, pots, and pans tinkling on the side of the busy work up.

At this time, the door of Huichun House suddenly opened.

Yui came out, standing in front of the vermillion door, and called out in a clear voice: "Hey, our boss wants to eat a bowl of noodles, is there more?"

Zhang Lao Han didn't think back for a moment, but later came to his senses and realized that the boss was referring to Wen Liang Chen, and immediately answered in a loud voice: "Yes, please wait a moment, girl." The mouth said the hands have been busy.

Yuet Yi slowly walked over, one hand touching the top of her braid and playing with it while glancing at Murong Qiushui with an oblique eye.

Murong Qiushui knew she was sizing herself up, but there was no expression on her face, a look of calmness and ease, apparently used to such gazes long ago. This is a wood show in the forest of people from childhood to practice the skills, like the stage Wen Liangchen, not afraid of people look, but afraid of people do not look.

A few moments later, Zhang Lao Han brought out a bowl of hot noodles, white and smooth surface sprinkled with finely chopped scallions, a few strands of oil floating in the soup, as if it would be poured out at any time.

Yui carefully took it, holding the white porcelain bowl in both hands, and turned to walk back, for fear of spilling the soup, walking extremely cautiously.

At this time, Murong Qiushui suddenly looked up to see her, she felt it, also looked sideways, he then smiled, like the spring breeze Myrrh, a hundred flowers blooming. Her heart suddenly jumped, both hands slightly shaking, the hot noodle soup immediately poured out, dripping on her hands, she exclaimed in pain, white porcelain bowl from the hands down -

But she did not hear the expected cracking sound.

The bowl landed steadily in Murong Qiushui's palm, and he stood in front of her with the bowl in his hand, smiling at her, as if the corners of his mouth were hung with a touch of spring breeze.

The first time I saw him, my heart was like a deer in the headlights, and I lowered my eyelashes.

Then, Murong Qiushui did a very bold, very frivolous action - he took her burned finger and kissed it lightly, her finger was beautiful, the white skin vaguely flushed with a hint of green, a little weird.

Yui seemed dumbfounded and looked at him in surprise, and her whole face turned red in a swish.

This action not only did she never expect, but the other two people also did not expect it. These two people, one is the old man Zhang, one is the meeting spring upstairs Wen Liangchen. However, Murong Qiushui acted as if he had done something perfectly normal, handed the bowl to her hand, and smiled, "Be careful!"

After he said these words, he turned around and walked away.

The pale white tunic, in the bright white moonlight, cut out the ripples of flowing water. He did not walk very fast but suddenly disappeared.

The alley is silent and long, the white moon flows in the sky, and the night breeze has a faint fragrance of chrysanthemum flowers.

Old man Zhang looked at the place where Murong Qiushui disappeared, and a strange look appeared under his cloudy eyes. He thought: now young people's tactics, compared to my then can be much more sophisticated.