My Senior Brother Turned Black After I Died. Chapter 22

Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Flirting

Even now, when Ji Hantong thinks about the latter part, he wants to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

After Shen Lanchuan arrived, he seemed to stagger on his senior brother, pulling on his sleeves and muttering vaguely nonsense such as “Senior brother is so fierce”, “Hit me with bamboo leaves”, “Why is the moon spinning” and so on.

Moreover, he seemed to want to reach for Shen Lanchuan’s meticulously tied bun, to pull out the hosta, and said inarticulately, “Let me play with this shiny thing.”

The most terrible thing was that Ji Hantong couldn’t remember what happened next, and he still listened to Xin Xuezhen and others’ retelling.It is said that in the end, he was carried back to Silver Moon Peak by Shen Lanchuan with a dark face like he was catching a disobedient cat kit. On the way, he kept rubbing against Shen Lanchuan’s shoulder, talking in his sleep about Shen Lanchuan’s body being so cool.

As for what happened after returning to Silver Moon Peak, they didn’t know.

This incident later became a “secret” that was not widely circulated among the brothers, but was occasionally used to tease him by insiders. Ji Hantong’s face turned red every time it was brought up.Since then, Shen Lanchuan has been very strict about his drinking, almost guarding him to death.

At this moment, being reminded by Shen Lanchuan after hundreds of years, that feeling of shame swept over him again, even more than before.

Ji Hantong jerked his hand away and coughed covertly. Fortunately, he was blocked by a mask and couldn’t see his red face clearly.

“I, I just smell the fragrance… I don’t really want to drink it!” He emphasized in a subtle way, his voice rising unconsciously, “Senior brother, it’s not like you don’t know, I have… given up drinking a long time ago!”

“Quit?” Shen Lanchuan repeated, and the corners of his mouth under the mask seemed to curl slightly. The arc was so fast that Ji Hantong almost thought it was an illusion.

Shen Lanchuan took half a step forward and approached Ji Hantong. The tall shadow cast down and almost hugged Ji Hantong. He looked down at him and lowered his voice and said: “Junior brother, are you saying that the jar of fruit wine I found in the bamboo forest in Houshan two days ago was someone who sneaked into your Cangwu Peak without knowing it?”

There was a bit of joking, a bit of narrow-mindedness, and a bit of intimacy in that voice.

“!!!”

Ji Hantong felt that the sky was falling.This was a jar of fruit wine with a low alcohol content that he had tried so hard to smuggle in from Shen Lanchuan’s strict guard. Was even this discovered by Shen Lanchuan?

“Ahem -” Ji Hantong coughed twice, “Senior brother, what I actually mean is that I quit drinking and going crazy. Now I won’t go crazy when I drink.”

“Really?” Shen Lanchuan raised his eyebrows and said in a protracted tone, “Are you really not going to get drunk again, then hold my sleeves and cry that your senior brother is the worst villain in the world?”

Ji Hantong heard a “boom” in his head, and all the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head.How could Shen Lanchuan remember the details from so many years ago so clearly?!Still, he still said it in public, even though he lowered his voice so that no one else could hear him, it was like a public execution for him.

“Shen Lanchuan!” He was so embarrassed and angry that he stopped calling his senior brother. He raised his hand to push him away, but his wrist was firmly held in mid-air.

Shen Lanchuan held his wrist and gently rubbed the delicate skin between Ji Hantong’s wrists with his calloused fingertips, feeling slightly cool to the touch.The smile in his voice deepened: “Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. You really can’t drink wine. If you want to have a taste…”

His eyes swept over the surrounding vendors, and finally landed on a stall selling sweet soup not far away.The stall held a large pot, with milky white and sweet and steaming soup boiling in it. On the side were osmanthus, red dates, glutinous rice dumplings and other ingredients.

“Would you like a bowl of sweet soup?” Shen Lanchuan held his wrist and led him away from the door of the wine shop and towards the sweet soup stall without any explanation.

“Warming to the stomach and sweet.”

Ji Hantong was pulled away by him, either struggling or not struggling, his heart beating in a mess, half from shame and half from some inexplicable throbbing.

The senior brother’s fingers were clearly just circling his wrist, but his presence was surprisingly strong.

The memory of the drunken embarrassment was brought up so bluntly by Shen Lanchuan, but the original embarrassment faded away and became filled with a layer of vague ambiguity.

He gave a muffled “hmm” in agreement.

The sweet soup stall was doing a good job, and the few simple small tables were almost full of people.Shen Lanchuan ordered two bowls of sweet-scented osmanthus wine dumplings and added more sugar-sweet osmanthus.Finding a slightly empty seat in the corner, he used his sleeves to brush away the non-existent dust before letting Ji Hantong sit down.

Soon, two bowls of steaming sweet soup were served.In the white porcelain bowl, there are waxy white dumplings floating in the milky white soup, with golden osmanthus embellished between them, and the sweet smell hits your face.

Ji Hantong took off half of the mask and hung it by his ears, revealing the lower half of his face and the bright red mole.He stirred the sweet soup with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful and blew it into his mouth.The sweet and glutinous osmanthus dumplings melted on the tip of the tongue, with a faint aroma of wine, which was just right. The warmth spread from the throat to the stomach, and it was indeed more refreshing than the strong liquor.

He secretly raised his eyes and looked at Shen Lanchuan opposite.

Shen Lanchuan also took off his mask and put it aside. The warm yellow light reflected his handsome and profound profile.The way he ate was very elegant and slow, and his noble temperament was obviously incompatible with the bustle around him, but the gentleness in his eyes when he looked up at Ji Hantong strangely blended into the fireworks.

As if aware of his gaze, Shen Lanchuan asked softly: “How is it?”

“It tastes good,” Ji Hantong nodded, paused, and muttered in a low voice, “but it’s not necessarily better than wine.”

A faint smile flashed across Shen Lanchuan’s eyes. Without saying anything, he just scooped out a few more dumplings from his bowl and put them naturally into Ji Hantong’s bowl.

Ji Hantong didn’t refuse and ate it without any ceremony.

Ever since Shen Lanchuan caught him cooking secretly in the back mountain, Ji Hantong’s life has become easier. Other disciples bring him food every day, so the kitchen built by Shen Lanchuan at Silver Moon Peak is not of much use.

After that, the two gradually became familiar with each other, and Shen Lanchuan would also accompany Ji Hantong to eat together.

Ji Hantong was a bit picky about food, but after all, the two were not as close as they are now. In order to leave a good impression on Shen Lanchuan, Ji Hantong would bite down on food he didn’t like.

Later, Shen Lanchuan noticed that if there was something Ji Hantong didn’t like in the meals delivered, he would eat it calmly, and such things would not appear in the meals delivered after that.

So much so that even now, Ji Hantong has been raised by Shen Lanchuan to be a bit squeamish and pushy.

But Shen Lanchuan was happy.

The hustle and bustle around him seemed to have faded away, leaving only the faint sounds of bowls and spoons in this small world and the steady breathing of the person opposite.

Shen Lanchuan thought, maybe it would not be a bad feeling to go to the lantern festival with his junior brother dressed like this, sit in front of this simple stall and drink a bowl of ordinary sweet soup… This feeling is not bad.

Even, a little too good.

It was so good that he felt a secret greed in his heart that he didn’t even dare to delve into.It seemed that at this moment he was not Immortal Mingshu, and his junior brother was not Immortal Yuheng. They were just the two most ordinary people among the thousands of lights in Luo City.

But he also knows that it is rare to steal half a day of leisure. If he is greedy for too much, he will really not be able to help himself and sink into it.The sweet soup in the bowl reached the bottom, and there was a loud noise in the distant night sky.

“Whoops——”

Thousands of dazzling fireworks suddenly exploded in the sky. The golden and silver threads and the fireworks made the dark night dazzling and illuminated every smiling face on the ground who looked up in wonder.

“Fireworks!” Ji Hantong raised his head, the mask slid down to his neck, and his eyes were filled with the splendor of the sky.

Shen Lanchuan also raised his head and looked at the night sky.The bright light flickered in his deep eyes, and finally, his gaze slowly fell, fixed on the profile of the person next to him.

Fireworks danced between Ji Hantong’s beautiful eyebrows, and the cinnabar moles at the end of his eyes became more vivid and moving in the interlacing light and shadow, as if all the splendor and excitement of the night had been condensed.

There was a roar of people and fireworks roaring.

In this extreme noise and splendor, Shen Lanchuan stared quietly.It was as if Ji Hantong at this moment, along with the lights in the city and the fireworks in the sky, were engraved into the depths of his soul.

Amid the commotion, the last huge firework slowly withered, turning into tiny specks of light and falling, finally falling silent.Only the faint smell of gunpowder smoke still lingers in the air.

The crowd burst out with sighs of contentment and unfinished discussions, and began to disperse in twos and threes. The lantern festival also came to an end.The bustle on the long street gradually subsided, except for the lotus lanterns by the river in the distance that still drifted leisurely into the unknown distance.

Ji Hantong raised his head and kept the same posture for a long time.The mask hung loosely around his neck, revealing a face that was particularly vividly illuminated by the fireworks, but seemed a little dazed at the moment.The dazzling brilliance in his eyes slowly faded as the fireworks went out, leaving only a clear gaze.

“It’s so beautiful…” He sighed softly, with a hint of trance in his voice.

“Junior brother likes fireworks very much?” Shen Lanchuan asked.

Ji Hantong blinked and then came back to his senses. He turned to look at Shen Lanchuan and said, “Actually…it’s not bad. The main thing is that everything tonight feels like a dream.”

Shen Lanchuan was startled for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared on his lips, “If it’s a dream, then let this dream last longer.”

The night wind made Ji Hantong’s hair a little messy, and Shen Lanchuan gently pushed it back behind his ears.

“If you like fireworks, I can set them off for you at Cangwu Peak after you go back; if you like lantern festivals, senior brother can accompany you next year, the year after that, and every year in the future as long as you want.”

Ji Hantong’s heart skipped a beat. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just lowered his eyelashes to hide the surging emotions and said softly, “Yeah.”

Shen Lanchuan reached out and gently put the mask hanging around Ji Hantong’s neck back on, and his fingers inadvertently brushed his cheek, “Let’s go, it’s getting late, it’s time to go back.”

Ji Hantong reached out and held him: “Senior brother, wait a minute, I have one more thing to do.”

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