He seemed to understand a little bit why Luo Jiujiang and Chen Yuan flew into the sky together while drinking.
Luo Jiujiang was always energetic and quick to act. While Han Qianling was momentarily distracted on the ground, he had already begun to move his hand towards the black dragon's eyes. The black dragon was also drunk and unconscious, thinking his arm was a flying insect that had stuck to its eyelids. It swung its head left and right, throwing Luo Jiujiang so hard that he couldn't stand. He could only cling to a certain part of the dragon's head, his body almost hanging in mid-air.
Half a breath ago, Luo Jiujiang was pulling the tail of the black dragon, and now, the familiar story is happening again, but this time Luo Jiujiang is grabbing the corner of Shen Yuan, which can be said to be taking care of both the beginning and the end.
Like any drunkard who's drowsy, Chen Yuan gradually lost his energy for a drunken rage. Although he continued to struggle with Luo Jiujiang to protect his two large eyes, he unconsciously flew lower and lower until he landed with a crash.
Luo Jiujiang fell off the dragon's back due to the recoil force of the shock. He then somersaulted on his back to gain leverage. As soon as he stood up, Han Qianling, who had already predicted the landing point, raised his hand to support his shoulder.
"How much did you drink?" Han Qianling asked in a low voice, sticking close behind Luo Jiujiang.
Luo Jiujiang turned around with drunken eyes. When he saw Han Qianling, even before his brain reacted, a bright smile appeared on his face. He put half of his weight on Han Qianling's shoulders and murmured, "Qianling, look at me. I'll pick a moon for you."
He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the dragon, his finger moving back and forth, up and down, left and right as if it were tumbling. However, Chen Yuan had fallen asleep with his head tilted since landing, his two golden eyes already hidden behind his eyelids.
"The moon?" Luo Jiujiang whispered, "It was there just now."
He was having a lot of fun on the dragon's back, tumbling, jumping and doing everything. Sometimes he almost stepped on the icy scales under his feet and was about to fall, but he still dared to jump and turn in the air.
But as soon as Han Qianling supported him and spoke a few words to him softly, Luo Jiujiang instantly released all his strength and almost leaned against the other person.
"Why did you pick the moon for me?" Han Qianling pressed his forehead against Luo Jiujiang's and asked softly, "Jiujiang, I didn't ask you for the moon."
"What?" Luo Jiujiang was still laughing. He usually had a good alcohol tolerance and would fall asleep as soon as he was drunk. If he had not encountered Guangyu Niang, a strange wine that stimulated the blood, he would have fallen into a deep sleep and slept soundly.
However, thanks to this characteristic of Guangyu Niang, Han Qianling saw another way of getting drunk by Luo Jiujiang.
He can fight, he can make trouble, and most importantly... whenever he sees Han Qianling, he starts laughing uncontrollably.
Luo Jiujiang reached up to touch Han Qianling's face. He was so drunk he couldn't quite place his hand, and his strength was a bit off. He grabbed the side of Han Qianling's neck twice, roughly, but Han Qianling didn't get angry. He waited patiently until Luo Jiujiang placed his palm against his left cheek.
Then he heard Luo Jiujiang laugh: "Qianling is the same as the moon."
During his time in the Suzaku Realm, many people had used the phrase "bright moon" to describe Han Qianling's awe-inspiring temperament, his lonely and beautiful appearance, and his wrists that waxed and waned. However, Han Qianling had always just let it go, never paying attention to these varied descriptions.
But now these words were said by Luo Jiujiang.
"Do you like the moon?" Han Qianling tightened his arms around Luo Jiujiang's shoulders a little.
"I like Qianling." Luo Jiujiang said incoherently.
"...Okay, then you don't have to pick the moon for me anymore. I don't want the moon, I just want the person in my arms right now." Han Qianling said, "If you like the moon, then I will be the moon... Being the moon isn't bad either. I'll be with you every night without separation, right?"
Luo Jiujiang's breathing was heavy, with a slight smell of alcohol. He still looked at Han Qianling and smiled, but he seemed to be so slow that he could hardly understand what Han Qianling meant.
Drunk people always act on impulse. Luo Jiujiang shook his head, and the end of his hair brushed off a strand of Han Qianling's hair that had been draped over his shoulder. He stared at the strand of hair, which was tinged with a hint of pale blue, for a moment, then suddenly called out, "Qianling."
"I am here?"
"Where's the red hairband I gave to Qianling?"
Han Qianling: "..."
"I, I pulled out two feet of red hair string and tied it all up for Qianling..."
"That happened when I was five or six. It's been so long, why are you still thinking about it?" Han Qianling put his lips to Luo Jiujiang's ear, half-gritting his teeth, his voice neither angry nor amused. "You only remember piercing my hair with red water chestnuts, right? You don't even remember that time I stayed up all night, waiting for you to fall asleep, and then climbed in through the window to return the green ones to you?"
Luo Jiujiang looked at Han Qianling, his eyes slightly fixed, but not completely distracted. He insisted, "I have to braid Qianling's hair."
Han Qianling: "..."
Once Luo Jiujiang got stubborn, Han Qianling couldn't refuse him a second time. He half-carried and half-supported Luo Jiujiang, leading him to a tall, straight cypress tree, and coaxed him softly, "Qianling is here, braid his hair for him."
"And a red hairband."
"You'll get it too." Han Qianling's voice was so gentle it seemed unprincipled, but in contrast, he roughly yanked the black dragon's tail nearby, dragging the entire Shen Yuan towards him in two or three thrusts. Han Qianling stuffed a section of the dragon's body into Luo Jiujiang's arms and reminded him, "Take it."
Luo Jiujiang glanced down blankly, then raised his eyes innocently: "...This is black."
Han Qianling agreed with him without changing his expression: "Qianling likes black."
"Oh." Luo Jiujiang nodded and slowly wound the already drunken Black Dragon around the tree trunk. After two or three circles, he muttered to himself, "Tie a wish-fulfilling knot for Qianling..."
"Qianling doesn't like Ruyi knots." Han Qianling's tone was extremely gentle. "Qianling likes bow ties. They are simple and beautiful. Just call him like this."
Luo Jiujiang might not be drunk enough to lose his mind completely. He looked back dazedly and asked doubtfully, "Does Qianling really like bows?"
"Really." Han Qianling said without changing his expression: "I like it very much."
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