Suo Qingjun Chapter 27

Peony dyes the night

The heat of the wontons spread out in curls, mixed with the fragrance of peony in the evening breeze, and weaved a warm mist under the dim lamp, wrapping the small wonton stall in a warm and comforting way.The noodle soup in the porcelain bowl is filled with finely chopped green onions and dried shrimps. The hot air hits your face, making your heart soften a bit.

Jin Xianling ate in a hurry, and as soon as he swallowed a mouthful of wontons, there was a little bit of soup on the corner of his mouth. The young man’s eyebrows were raised, but with a bit of undisguised childishness, and he could see Qing Feng’s head moving slightly.He raised his hand and gently brushed the corners of Jin Xianling’s lips with his fingertips to wipe away the bit of soup. His fingertips touched the young man’s warm and delicate skin, giving him a slightly cool touch.

Jin Xianling’s movements suddenly paused, the hand holding the spoon stagnated slightly, and she raised her eyes to look straight at Qing Feng’an. Her eyes were surprisingly bright, warmer and burning than the red lantern hanging on the corner of the table, hiding a heart full of joy and dependence.

“Master.” He called out in a low voice, his voice soft and soft, wrapped in a bit of sticky lingering, with a gentle ending, “Did you hear what those people at the table next to me just said?”

Qing Feng’an raised her eyebrows, pretending not to know, and asked in a gentle and smiling tone, “What did you say?”

“You are the one who is at the top of my heart.” Jin Xianling said, leaning closer to Qing Feng’an, the tip of her nose almost touching Qing Feng’an’s cool cheek. She couldn’t hide the pride and excitement in her voice, and her eyebrows curved into a beautiful arc, “They can all see it, Master, everyone can see it.”

Qing Feng’an laughed and stretched out her hand to gently push his forehead away. The strength of her fingertips was as light as brushing a cloud. She had no intention of pushing him away: “You are so old, but you still look like a child who has not grown up.”

Jin Xianling, however, refused to give in. He simply stretched out his hand to firmly hold Qing Feng’an’s waist, burying her face into his warm neck, and said in a muffled voice, with a hint of coquettishness: “In front of Master, I will always be a child, and will be for the rest of my life.”

The young man’s warm breath came from his neck, mixed with the faint fragrance of peony and the unique fragrance of ink on his body. Qing Feng’an’s body stiffened slightly at first, and then slowly relaxed, and her heart felt so soft.He raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of Jin Xianling’s soft hair with his fingertips. His movements were full of unabashed indulgence and tenderness.

The owner of the wonton stall stood by the stove, looking at this scene of cuddling together. He couldn’t help but have a gentle smile on his face. He shook his head and turned around to go back to work. The sound of pots and bowls clinking was particularly peaceful at night.The night in the small town is always like this, there is no noise, no disputes, only peace and warmth, spreading into people’s hearts little by little.

The two sat cuddling together like this for a long time, until the number of pedestrians on the street gradually became less and less, the evening breeze became cooler, the halo of the lantern on the corner of the table became more dim and soft, and even the lights on the street dimmed one by one.

When getting up, Jin Xianling naturally took Qing Fengan’s hand, intertwined their fingers, palms together, and walked slowly up the mountain.The evening breeze carried the fragrance of peony all over the mountain, making the two people’s loose robes rustle softly. The shadows of the trees on both sides of the mountain road were dancing, and the branches and leaves were swaying gently. The bright moonlight fell through the gaps, and the bluestone road was paved with broken silver. It felt gentle and quiet when stepping on it.

“Master.” Jin Xianling suddenly spoke, his steps slowed down a bit, and the coquettishness in his voice faded away, becoming more serious and solemn, “At this time next year, we will still come here to see Peony and eat wontons, okay?”

Qing Feng’an lowered his head and looked at the hands held tightly by the two of them. The jade-carved peony in Qing Feng’an’s wrist glowed warmly and brightly under the moonlight, with fine lines, just like the gentleness in the eyes of the person in front of him.He remembered the way Jin Xianling’s eyes lit up when he first saw the mountain of peonies. He remembered his figure running with a smile among the flowers. He thought of the joy and obsession that could not be hidden in his eyes every time he looked at him. Each scene and each scene made him feel warm.

“Okay.” He responded softly, one word, as light as the wind, but as heavy as the heart.

This word made Jin Xianling’s steps suddenly stop.He suddenly turned around and looked at Qing Feng’an. The surprise in his eyes almost overflowed. He even paused for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe his ears. With a little uneasiness, he asked again softly: “Master, are you serious?”

“Really.” Qing Fengan looked at him, the tenderness in her eyes was so strong that it almost drowned people, her tone was firm and gentle, “Next year, the year after, and every year, I will accompany you to see Peony. I will accompany you all the time.”

Jin Xianling’s eyes turned red instantly, the tip of her nose was slightly sore, and the joy and emotion that had been accumulated for a long time came up. She could no longer hold back, and threw herself into Qing Feng’an’s arms. She tightly wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her face in his shoulder, her voice was choked, and she only whispered repeatedly: “Master… Master…”

Thousands of words, full of joy, came to my lips, but in the end they only turned into this trembling low call.

Qing Feng held him firmly, feeling the slight trembling of the person in her arms. Her heart felt soft and warm, without any distracting thoughts.He raised his hand, patted Jin Xianling’s back gently and steadily, and whispered in his ear: “I’m here, I’ve always been there.”

The moonlight gently shines on the two of them, stretching the shadows of each other very long, so long that they cover the entire mountain road and cover the years.The evening breeze carried the lingering fragrance of peony, entwining around the corners of their fluttering clothes and refusing to dissipate for a long time.

The night is getting darker, and on the top of the Xuanqingzong mountain, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the clear light fills the entire fairy mountain.On the window lattice of the new house, there are also brand-new and bright red words “Happy” on it. The candlelight sways gently in the window, and the warm yellow light reflects the two figures hugging each other, quiet and complete.

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