the other side, flower festival

Chapter 19

The sound of the bell was like a sharp knife, piercing Jiang Jichen's heart. He could hear his heart beating fast. At the same time, he saw that Si Yangting's nerves were tensing up. The two looked at each other, knowing what to do. The location towards the stairs.

The young servant of Zanghua Pavilion was carrying a bunch of bells in his hands, and ran upstairs with a smile. Seeing Jiang Jichen and Si Yangting sitting by the window talking, he stepped forward and raised the bells to Jiang Jichen. In front of him: "Young Master, someone sent this just now, saying it is an old friend."

The corner of Jiang Jichen's eyes twitched, and Si Yangting beside him was even more astonished. He never thought that the bell girl Jiang Jichen was talking about actually existed. He always thought that was what Jiang Jichen read in his dream. , that person seemed to have begun to approach intentionally, but he didn't show up, which made people suspicious.

"Where is that man now?" Seeing that Jiang Jichen didn't speak, but was holding the string of bells in his hand, Si Yang Ting asked Jiang Jichen first.

Seeing that the expressions of the two people were not as usual, the young man became nervous for a moment: "The man brought the bell and left. He said that seeing this thing is like seeing an ancient person. I hope you can recover from your illness."

Jiang Jichen held the bell in his hand, held it tightly, and looked out of the window in a blink of an eye. Xishi was originally a place where fish and dragons mixed together. There was a blush in his heart, and Jiang Jichen's heart ached heavily. He subconsciously covered his heart with his hands and frowned.

Si Yang Ting supported Jiang Jichen: "What's the matter? What's wrong?" Fu looked at the bell in Jiang Jichen's hand again, snatched it, and threw it out of the window as if, "What kind of useless thing is this? You don't need it. !"

Jiang Jichen grabbed Si Yangting's wrist, endured the pain in his heart, and shook his head at Si Yangting with red eyes: "Give it back to me."

"Jiang Jichen! You..." Si Yang Ting couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken seeing Jiang Jichen behave like this.

"I said, give it back to me." Jiang Jichen's eyes returned to the coldness they used to be, which made Si Yangting feel cold.

Si Yangting was a little angry, holding the string of bells tightly, and looking at Jiang Jichen, Jiang Jichen's eyes were complicated, as if heartbroken and anxious, this was the appearance of Jiang Jichen, whom Si Yangting had never met before, he I still remember when I was young, my father bought some playthings for Jiang Jichen. Jiang Jichen liked to draw since he was a child, from landscape paintings to various characters. His father was also very happy to see Jiang Jichen's progress and outstanding talent , but I don’t know when it started. Jiang Jichen focused on painting the girl who had nothing to do with it. His father thought that Jiang Jichen was old and should be married. He rejected his father's kindness without even looking at it. After a long time, his father stopped asking these things for Jiang Jichen.At that time, Jiang Jichen was indifferent, and he couldn't see happiness or anger, but now Jiang Jichen, his expression would fluctuate because of a string of bells that seemed to be completely worthless.

Si Yangting squeezed the bell tightly, looked at Jiang Jichen's sad but beautiful eyes, raised his hand and threw the bell to Jiang Jichen, without saying a word, turned and left, his face was livid.

Jiang Jichen just watched Si Yangting leave, and did not intend to call Si Yangting to stop. He knew that Si Yangting was angry with his current attitude, and he also knew that Si Yangting cared about him. In his heart, he knew Si Yangting too well. Well, he's just a child with a temper, but he'll get better after a while. Jiang Jichen watched Si Yangting leave and disappeared into the crowd of West Market, then turned his head and said to the boy, "Who sent it?"

The boy was puzzled by his doubts, scratched his head, and grinned upwards at the corner of his lips: "It's a man, say yes"

Jiang Jichen thought it was strange, so he snapped up and said, "A man?"

The boy nodded: "Yes, son, what's the problem?"

Jiang Jichen looked down at the bell in his hand, then pursed his lips slightly.

The boy didn't know if he had done something wrong, he lowered his head: "My lord, if there is anything wrong with it, I will take this bell away, and I will take it out for you when you need it."

Jiang Jichen shook his head: "No need, since it was sent to me, there must be some things in it that I need to decipher, so go ahead."

The servant didn't want to say anything more, so he turned and left.

On the roof far away from West City, Thorn was sitting in a corner, dressed in black, and could just see Jiang Jichen by the window not far away. Seeing Jiang Jichen holding a bell in his hand, he lowered his head, He took out a jade flute from his waist and stroked it gently. It was the first and only gift the girl gave her. The girl was the first and only one who treated him well. He thought , the girl will also belong to him alone, but he never thought that to the girl, he is just a tool to spread the word.

When Thorn raised his eyes to look in Jiang Jichen's direction again, seeing the sad soul wrapped in Jiang Jichen's thin white clothes, he clenched his fists tightly, and hated the way he looked at Jiang Jichen.

In the middle of the night, the Zhuijin Building once again entered the lively scene of Yingying and Yanyan, while other places have already entered silence and darkness. Chang'an Pingkang Village is like a special existence, making people forget time and sorrow. Forget about love.

Thorn walked in without squinting, and the Yingying Yanyan he saw in his eyes made him feel bored. When passing through the lobby, someone bumped into Thorn's body because he drank too much wine. Thorn frowned, and raised his hand to shake that The drunken man pushed away, and a pair of soft hands gently held the hands of the thorns.

"Why are you so rude, girls don't like it."

When Thorn looked back, he found that the red snake Aning was looking at her with her charming body twisted, with the corners of her lips raised, not smiling at herself.The red snake's body unconsciously entangled with the thorn's body, almost touching the thorn, but the thorn did not dodge, but looked at the red snake coldly.

Red Snake Aning pressed the thorn's ear: "Why don't you go in and talk?"

Thorn didn't answer, just raised his hand, picked up the red snake Aning, passed through the crowd, disappeared into the crowd, and finally disappeared.

Standing on the stairs, Linglong watched Jingji leave with the red snake in her arms. Her eyes were full of sadness. She turned her head and met Wang Ziyu's eyes. Find me and say you want to see me."

Linglong put away her emotions, took Wang Ziyu's hand with one hand, and went upstairs, but did not reply.

Wang Ziyu was startled by Linglong's sudden intrusion, he unconsciously followed Linglong upstairs.The two entered Linglong's room, and after Linglong closed the door, Wang Ziyu tried hard to control his heartbeat that was not the same as usual.

Linglong gradually approached, and sat beside Wang Ziyu, her big eyes were pure and flawless, although the girl raised Linglong very well in this Pingkangli Zhujin Building, just like a small family jade.

Linglong spoke first: "I want to ask Mr. Wang for a favor."

Wang Ziyu cleared his throat: "Miss Linglong, please tell me, you are welcome."

"I want to ask Mr. Wang to help me find my family," Linglong took out the already fitted Shuang Jue from her purse with her small hand, "I believe what you said."

Wang Ziyu looked at the small and exquisite person in front of him firmly, feeling a little reluctant for a while: "Do you really believe what I say?"

Linglong nodded: "Here, girls treat me very well, but I know their identities, and I know mine even more. I have been with girls for 13 years. I have followed her since I was three years old. I have long forgotten the past of my family. I thought I would never find my family again, but since you appeared, I have rekindled hope for this matter in my heart."

"Did the girl treat you well?" Wang Ziyu didn't answer directly.

Linglong shook her head: "They are all very kind to me, whether it's a girl or a thorn, or even the red snake Aning, but I know, after all, I'm different from them, I"

Wang Ziyu saw Linglong lower her head, her shoulders trembling slightly: "Is it because of the thorns? Or because of my appearance?"

Linglong paused, raised her head, her eyes were already blurred with tears: "What's the difference?"

Wang Ziyu smiled slightly: "I understand."

"What do I need to do? Or, what do you want? In exchange?" Linglong spoke directly, but Wang Ziyu felt a little uncomfortable.

Wang Ziyu smiled: "If Miss Linglong really believes in me, she will believe together. I used to have a marriage contract with you. I have been looking for you all these years. I want to know the fiancée I married with my fingertips." Where is it, of course, I still have an unkind request."

Linglong seemed to be used to the requirements of various conditions, she was not disappointed, she just looked at Wang Ziyu with big pure eyes: "As long as I can do it, I will not hesitate."

Wang Ziyu looked at the girl in front of him, his heart suddenly softened, he controlled his heart, lowered his head, and stopped looking at Linglong: "I want to get Jiang Jichen's heart."

Linglong was puzzled: "Who is Jiang Jichen?"

(End of this chapter)