Chapter 208: Xiaoyu likes this skin...
"Fortunately, I knew that the weather would be unpredictable recently, so I prepared some rain gear." As he spoke, Xiyan's hands kept moving, and he hurriedly took out a few oil-paper umbrellas from the bag prepared on the side.
"Master Mu, please." Xiyan gave one of the handfuls to Mu Tong, "Cover some of it first."
Mu Tong took it with a smile on his face and thanked Xi Yan.
"Xiyan is so thoughtful." Mu Tong turned to Yu Chang and asked, "But why not give this one to Sister Wen Xing first?"
Seeing Wen Xing's unhappy expression, he was afraid that she was unhappy.
"It's okay, Master Mu, please take it first."
Then Xiyan walked quickly to Yu Chang with an umbrella in his hand, and tilted the umbrella mostly towards Yu Chang to protect him from the wind and rain.
"Miss Yingying, I'll hold you up here. I'll also bring an umbrella to the young master and Madam Wen."
Yu Chang withdrew his gaze, glanced at the inkstone in front of him, and did not take the umbrella.
Only when Xi Yan's doubtful gaze was met, he said lightly, "Your young master doesn't seem to need it."
Xiyan was holding an umbrella in one hand and embracing several umbrellas in the other, with half of his body exposed to the rain. When he heard Yu Chang say this, he immediately spoke up to defend his young master.
"Miss Yingying, what are you talking about?"
He spoke with confusion, and his eyes were filled with even more doubt.
"The rain is getting heavier. How could my young master not need..."
Xiyan saw Yu Chang looking into the distance, not talking to him at all, and had no idea what he was looking at.
As he muttered, he followed Yu Chang's gaze.
"Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng looked up at Wen Yu who was leaning towards him, but she had no intention of getting up.
"Hmm?" Wen Yu stretched out a hand, ready to pull Song Linsheng up. "What's wrong?"
But at the moment their hands touched, Song Linsheng took the initiative and pulled Wen Yu to sit down on the ridge of the field again.
Wen Yu was so shocked by the sudden pull he received that he was completely bewildered for a moment, not knowing what to do.
She turned sideways to glance at Song Linsheng's arms around her back. Under the wide sleeves were strong and powerful arms that could ensure that she would not make any mistakes just now.
But……
Wen Yu blinked and turned her head back.
But why did she feel that Song Linsheng didn't seem as thin and frail as when she first met him, and seemed a little firmer.
The raindrops before my eyes were as thin as cow hair, but they gradually brought up a layer of hazy mist, making the mountains and rivers more blurred and mysterious.
Wen Yu looked back at Song Linsheng who was sitting next to her, then looked at Yuanshui in front of her, and suddenly understood.
"Do you want to watch the rain here?"
It seems...it's not impossible. The rain is not that heavy. At most, it will wet my clothes.
Song Linsheng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and they were as bright as stars, very dazzling, but after a moment of hesitation, he was no longer sure.
"Xiaoyu's body..."
Wen Yu raised her eyebrows and glared at him, "You should worry about yourself. It's either cold or fever..."
"I..." Song Linsheng frowned and started to think about it.
"Don't worry, as long as you're okay, I'll be fine too." Wen Yu pulled Song Linsheng's sleeve and shook it left and right, "I'll watch the rain with you."
Song Linsheng's face lit up with joy, and he nodded hurriedly in response, "Yeah!"
An undisguised smile appeared on Song Linsheng's lips, and then he excitedly pulled Wen Yu to look at the mountains in the distance.
When he was in Shangdu, he seldom went out and spent every day at home reading books.
There are very few people who are familiar with him. Among them, his elder brother goes to practice martial arts with Sister Shen Chuo, and Second Brother Lu goes to play horse racing with Shen Liulang, while he... is always locked up at home alone.
It seems that there has never been a time like today when I can sit on the edge of a field and relax happily, looking at the distant mountains and watching the drizzle.
What's more, it's with Xiaoyu?
Song Linsheng turned sideways and looked at the person next to him, his smile growing even wider.
He finally understood why his brother wanted to find Sister Shen Chuo, and why Second Brother Lu had to go with Shen Liulang.
Song Linsheng's gentle gaze traced Wen Yu's face. Tiny drops of water hung on her eyelashes, and even her eyes seemed to be misty.
"The sky is clear, how long will this evening last?"
He suddenly felt that if time could stop forever, he would like it to stop at this moment.
The coolness of the drizzle swept away the heat of the day, and when the breeze blew, the temperature dropped sharply.
But Wenyu only felt cool, happy and relaxed.
She tilted her head to look back at Song Linsheng, savoring these eight words in her heart.
Then he looked at the mountain mist in the distance and the rain in front of him, thought for a moment, and then spoke again.
"We share the same green mountains and the same wind and rain."
This rain is between her and the mountain, and also between her and Song Linsheng.
The two looked at each other, and then laughed together in tacit understanding.
Song Linsheng nodded affirmatively, "We'll weather the storm together."
It’s the wind and rain, it’s him and Xiaoyu.
After saying that, Song Linsheng raised his sleeve and picked up a blade of grass from the greenery beside him.
Wen Yu leaned over to Song Linsheng and saw the emerald green blade of grass in his hand. Her first reaction was...
It’s so fresh, Chi Huang will definitely like it.
She shook her head in her heart. Chi Huang was a cow, but Song Linsheng was not a cow. However, this made her even more curious, so she simply asked out loud.
"do what?"
Song Linsheng's eyebrows curved, and he replied with a smile: "Xiaoyu, wait a moment."
He raised his sleeve to wipe away all the water droplets on the leaf, and then put it to his mouth.
Wen Yu blinked and was stunned for a moment.
Chi Huang eats grass, does Song Linsheng also eat grass?
"You can't eat this!" Wen Yu quickly grabbed Song Linsheng and stared at him in confusion.
But then she wondered if she was overreacting, so she asked hesitantly, "Song Linsheng, are you hungry? Let's go back and find Xiyan."
She knew... that she couldn't let Song Linsheng get wet in the rain.
Song Linsheng's eyelashes twitched, and he could not hide his surprise. Then he lowered his head and looked at his wrist that was held by Wen Yu. With her warm reminder, Song Linsheng finally understood.
He still had that smiling, gentle and docile look on his face, but he just held the back of Wen Yu's hand with his backhand and patted her to comfort her.
"Xiaoyu, I know I can't eat this."
Sometimes he himself felt that the conversations he had with Xiaoyu were not at all like those between two adults, but more like those between ignorant children of a few years old.
As he spoke, Song Linsheng continued to bring the leaf to his lips under Wen Yu's half-believing and half-doubting gaze.
Wen Yu retracted her hands and stopped trying to stop him, but she was still a little unsure about what Song Linsheng was going to do.
Just when her heart was so high that even her pupils shrank unconsciously——
A melodious tune suddenly came out.
The tone is distant and ethereal, clear and pleasant, and very touching.
Wen Yu's gaze moved downwards, naturally looking towards the source of the sound.
The grass leaves moved back and forth across Song Linsheng's lips, emitting different tones with constant changes, interweaving into this unknown melody.
The clear sound enters my ears, and the sorrow leaves my heart.
Wen Yu felt a burst of joy in his heart, and when he looked at the green pines, the clear water, the white clouds and the green mountains, he could understand why mortals were fascinated by mountains and rivers and why they sang three hundred poems.
Unconsciously, Wen Yu rested her elbow on her knee and held half of her cheek with her hand, as if she had released all her strength and relaxed.
It turns out that Song Linsheng really doesn't eat grass.
Wen Yu's lips curled up, and she was amused by her own thoughts.
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Yu, but his hands did not stop moving, and he continued to play the flute with all his heart.
His focused and serious expression was as if what he held in his hand was not just some randomly picked blade of grass, but an invaluable guqin.
Wen Yu closed her eyes and listened in ecstasy to the moving melody that went straight from her ears to her heart. It was like a light force flowing through her body, and even her fingertips felt comfortable and relaxed.
Wen Yu, who had lost her strength, leaned uncontrollably towards Song Linsheng, her whole body resting on Song Linsheng's shoulder, but it did not affect his body shape at all.
Wen Yu's hair entangled with Song Linsheng's sleeves, covering his body like silk. The jasmine fragrance in her hair was fully stimulated by the raindrops, and the fragrance was rich and fascinating.
The tune in Song Linsheng's mouth suddenly stopped, and then quickly resumed, continuing to let the graceful and distant music pass around the shoulders of the mountains.
Mountains and rivers come into view, and a beautiful woman is by my side.
He couldn't help but think again, how nice it would be if time could stop at this moment.
The scene he saw made Xiyan shut up. He was silent for a moment, then pulled the corners of his lips to hide his embarrassment.
"Ahem, Miss Yingying, you are right."
It seems that the young master and the lady Wen really don't need an umbrella...
Even though Xiyan said this, Yu Chang did not show any extra expression. He did not care about Xiyan's rebuttal.
Looking at the two people on the distant ridge, Yu Chang paused his fingertips as he tried to stop the rain.
After a long stalemate, his fingertips curled slightly -
The rain is getting heavier.
He is not a petty person, but he is not generous either.
Seeing Wen Yu and Song Linsheng suddenly stand up, Yu Chang's eyes turned cold, and then he turned around expressionlessly and stopped looking, but he was facing Mu Tong who was standing with an umbrella.
"What's wrong, Sister Wen Xing? Is there something that makes you unhappy?" Mu Tong asked curiously. He always felt that Sister Wen Xing seemed unhappy.
But when he looked at Madam Wen in the distance, he seemed to understand Sister Wen Xing's reaction.
Yu Chang's eyes were solemn, without even a ripple of emotion. He just stared at Mu Tong for a moment and asked, "Master Mu, are you happy?"
The smile on Mu Tong's face froze. He was about to say something but suddenly stopped talking and remained silent.
Xiyan's eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. How strange! How could Lord Mu actually talk to Miss Yingxing?
The dark clouds turned into ink and the white raindrops danced like beads, and the momentum suddenly increased without any warning.
Wen Yu suddenly opened her eyes, but when she turned around, Song Linsheng was already half wet.
Fine raindrops wet his temples, and water vapor was rising from his eyebrows and eyelashes.
As the rain got heavier, half of his body was soaked, and some raindrops even flowed down his nose, across his lips, over his chin, and then into his clothes.
For some reason, Wen Yu suddenly felt an inexplicable dry mouth.
But she clearly drank a lot of water just now. What on earth is going on?
"Song Linsheng." Wen Yu stood up and picked up Song Linsheng. "Your music is very good."
Song Linsheng was clearly soaked like a drowned chicken, but the smile on his face did not diminish, and he even seemed to be getting happier.
"Don't blame me, Xiaoyu. I've never tried this kind of playing style before. After trying it today, I found it to be acceptable to the ear."
Wen Yu watched him explaining seriously. His silly look and the white clothes he was wearing made him look like a big white goose.
She couldn't help laughing, and raised her sleeve to point to the top of her head, "I don't know if it's pleasing to the ear, but I do know that the rain is getting heavier!"
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and smiled embarrassedly, then put the grass leaf into his arms, then stepped forward and raised his sleeves to shield Wen Yu from the wind and rain.
Wen Yu's entire body was covered by his wide sleeves. From his angle, he could only see Wen Yu's smooth forehead and thick eyelashes.
It was like the brightest and most precious jewel in the world, but it was in his arms alone, visible only to him.
Song Linsheng's mind was moved, but he seemed to have thought of something and tried to look away.
But his sudden approach made Wen Yu look up, and for a moment, their eyes met.
Song Linsheng's movements brought with them a unique scent of pine resin, which became more pronounced under the influence of the rain and rushed straight to Wen Yu's nose.
Wen Yu blinked, and the sounds of wind and rain disappeared from her in an instant. All she could see were Song Linsheng's eyebrows, which were hit by rain, and his jaw, which was covered with beads.
His delicate face was right before his eyes, as white as a cut pear, dripping with juice and a faint sweetness.
Wen Yu's heart moved——
I really want to take a bite and taste it.
Wen Yu's eyebrows trembled, and Song Linsheng's eyes deepened as he looked at her. He suddenly changed his mind.
Song Linsheng no longer looked away, but stared intently at Wen Yu, unwilling to miss even the slightest change in her expression.
But Wen Yu suddenly realized what she was thinking, and she stopped abruptly. She didn't dare to look at Song Linsheng's face again, and just lowered her eyes and looked down hurriedly.
You really don't know until you see it, it's really shocking.
Wen Yu's gaze swept across Song Linsheng's slender neck. The two faint blue veins on it were pulsating, and could not be hidden under the fair skin, which was in harmony with his strong heart pulse at the moment.
The water stains on his chin mixed with the fine hair, entangled with each other and went all the way down until they disappeared into the overlapping peacock-colored inner garment at his neck.
The faint lines of the clavicle, the half-dry, half-wet inner garment and outer robe, and... the throat that occasionally slid up and down...
Wen Yu couldn't help swallowing, and the feeling of dry mouth and tongue came over again, only its momentum was stronger and more violent.
She couldn't help but tighten the bamboo tube in her hand, not even caring that her fingertips had already turned blue and white from exerting too much force.
This feeling... is really too strange.
When she was practicing with her master in the Temple of Spring, in order to calm her mind and break the illusion, she had seen all kinds of fox demons and snake demons, and they were all beautiful and charming.
However, she had never felt so lost and uneasy as she did at this moment.
Song Linsheng's eyebrows twitched, as if... he understood something.
He immediately stepped forward and leaned closer to Wen Yu, lowering his voice and calling out in a deep voice, "Xiao Yu?"
He got closer and closer...
Wen Yu stared at the water stain on his lapel. The color was different from the surrounding area, like a bottomless lake, as if she would drown if she looked at it for a second longer.
And the brocade-like neck above her has a faint jade-like luster, making it difficult to look away.
As Song Linsheng approached, he gradually enlarged in front of Wen Yu's eyes, and Wen Yu couldn't help but hold her breath.
It was clearly still raining, and even the wind was damp and cold, but her cheeks were getting hot uncontrollably.
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and took in Wen Yu's reaction.
His eyelashes closed slightly, his eyes darkened, and his breathing became more restrained.
In fact... he has nothing. Money and fame are external things. He only has this body.
Song Linsheng was tall, and Wen Yu only reached his chest when she stood in front of him, so her whole body was covered by Song Linsheng's sleeves and she could hardly move.
And obviously, Song Linsheng knew this.
His movements did not stop, and he continued to lean forward towards Wen Yu.
This is not something he can do on a normal day.
But I have already followed enough rules in the past, why not live according to my heart today?
Even if it's just for a moment of indulgence.
Wen Yu held her breath, not daring to breathe, as she watched the gap between herself and Song Linsheng shrink and grow closer...
Her mind went blank.
The image of that strand of hair mixed with rainwater and buried in the collar of her clothes lingered in her eyes, and even in her heart.
She suddenly didn't know where she was or where her feet were. She felt as if she was floating in the clouds.
"Xiaoyu?" Song Linsheng's voice sounded again in front of her forehead.
Wen Yu suddenly raised his head and looked upwards, and his hands also raised up——
She originally wanted to stop Song Linsheng, but somehow she ended up touching his chest.
A strong heartbeat, straight lines, warm breath, all kinds of feelings intertwined, rushing from Wen Yu's palm into her body.
The bamboo tube that was originally held in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the sound of it rolling over the green grass followed.
In just a moment, Wen Yu suddenly withdrew his hand as if waking up from a dream and hurriedly took a step back.
But when he looked up again, Song Linsheng's face was clear, as if no different from before.
Wen Yu was suddenly at a loss. Was everything that had just happened an illusion? Was it her own fault that she had lost her mind?
"I, I'm going back!"
She was panicked and at a loss, her rosy cheeks grew hotter, and she didn't know where to put her empty hands.
Wen Yu glanced around, and when she saw the bamboo tube lying on the ground, she picked it up and hurried back, holding up her skirt.
Song Linsheng saw Wen Yu turn around, lift up his sleeve, and run back without looking back.
The flying skirt, the flowing hair, and her panicked steps all fell into Song Linsheng's eyes.
His eyes flickered, becoming increasingly complex and indistinct after he touched his empty sleeve. He then retracted his hand and placed it on his heart.
There seemed to still be the warmth left by Wen Yu there.
The tense Song Linsheng suddenly let go of his strength at this moment, letting his breathing become disordered and his heartbeat become wild, as if a force was trying to break through his body uncontrollably.
Even though he had always been self-disciplined and never overstepped the bounds, he seemed to have realized something this time.
At least... Xiaoyu likes this appearance.
Song Linsheng was breathing rapidly, and the huge rise and fall of his chest made him unable to help but bend slightly.
Like a million butterflies flapping their wings together, they stirred up a surging wave in his already restless heart. As the tide rose and fell, the secrets that had once been hidden on the seabed were finally revealed, exposed to the light of day.
This body and this heart will always beat for only one person.
Song Linsheng looked up at Wen Yu's fleeing figure and couldn't help but lower his eyes and smile slightly——
But Xiaoyu probably guessed wrong this time, he... really did it on purpose.
The smile on Song Linsheng's lips suddenly showed a hint of cunning, and then he collected his thoughts and quickly ran to catch up.
"Xiaoyu, the roads are slippery in the rain, be careful of your steps!"
Wen Yu's back stiffened when he heard this, but he didn't stop walking. He just turned around and threw down a sentence.
"Don't talk!"
The green mountains remain, but the mist and rain are hazy.
But certain emotions gradually cleared away in this scene and became clearer.
Those hidden thoughts, even if they have never been expressed out loud, seem... self-evident.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng chased each other on the ridge of the field, their blue and white robes fluttering in the wind.
"Xiaoyu! Slow down!"
"Don't talk!"
"Xiaoyu!"
"Shut up!"
——It’s not just the wind that’s moving, it’s also someone’s heart that’s moving.
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