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The night in Yunfu Town also darkened, and thousands of people gathered on the streets moved towards the river bank.

Shu Xunmo and Yi Ruoxuan also walked to the bank of the river.

I saw countless light boats floating on the gloomy river, dazzling like a hundred flowers blooming, like stars twinkling in the starry sky, shining brightly, and the light like fireflies illuminated the entire river, singing everywhere, as if surrounded by fairy fog, like a fairyland.

"Brother, let's go buy a light boat." Yi Ruoxuan said when he saw some freshly made light boats on the opposite side of the hawker's stall.

"it is good."

What Shu Xunmo held in his hand was just made by the peddler. It looked like a blooming lotus flower, and the stamen was a candle. When it was lit, it began to glow. The bright candle light made the pink petals also begin to brighten. Viewed from an angle, Shu Xunmo's face is also very moving.

The people on the side held the light boat, wrote poems or painted landscapes on it, and then put it into the water and let it float with the wind.

Shu Xunmo also thought about whether to write a poem, and searched in his mind for a while, ready to write it, but turned around and Yi Ruoxuan was already blowing on the wet ink.

I saw him write: "How long is the parting, seven to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival."

After reading these words, Shu Xunmo was a little puzzled, and asked him, "Ruoxuan, have you missed the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Yi Ruoxuan smiled slightly, as if recalling, and said, "It's been a long time."

"Brother, write a paragraph too." Yi Ruoxuan took the pen and handed it to him.

Shu Xunmo took the pen and thought of something, so he wrote it down in one go.

Yi Ruoxuan came up and saw: "It's hard to get back together when the scenery is good, and he should be melancholy in this year and this month."

Shu Xunmo suddenly realized that what he had written was a little nasty, and wanted to cover it to prevent him from reading it, but his ears had already started to turn red.

But the eyes of the person in front of him are very sharp, and he saw this poem in his eyes at a glance. He only felt that a spark fell into his eyes, and it began to burn. He was almost smiling, and he didn't care about the outside. He touched the person in front of him and did not let go.

"Senior brother, thank you." On the river bank with a high voice, he whispered in Shu Xunmo's ear.

The lights put down are like a hope or a blessing. Some want to send them across the ocean to wanderers far away, and some are thanks for this year and expectations for the next year. The light boats of thousands of families Wandering on the river also outlines the best wishes of Yunfu Town.

The lights of the two of them followed and drifted into the distance.

Always stop at a good place.

...

After the lights were off, they returned to the "Yunlai Inn".

After taking the key from the counter, they went up to the second floor.

Before going upstairs, Yi Ruoxuan ordered some food and asked them to bring it up later.

Opening the door of that room, the beds inside were a bit old, but they were all clean. Shu Xunmo sat on a bamboo chair and put aside the burden he had brought.

Yi Ruoxuan was bringing up a pot of tea, put it on the wooden table, poured a cup and handed it to Shu Xunmo.

"Thank you." Shu Xunmo took a sip of his drink and said, "Where are you going tomorrow?"

Yi Ruoxuan sat beside him and said, "Where do you want to go, brother?"

Shu Xunmo thought for a while, but he really couldn't think of where he wanted to go, so he said, "Do whatever you want."

"How about Purple Cloud Mountain?"

"sure."

While they were talking, there was a sudden knock on the door.

As soon as I opened it, it turned out to be the meal just ordered.

"And a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine and a basket of mooncakes, one for each stuffing." Yi Ruoxuan said as he handed over the food box.

"okay."

At this moment, Shu Xunmo was unpacking his luggage and looking for a book to read. Before he left, his senior brother Wu Yu suddenly ran over and handed him a book mysteriously, saying that it could be used, and looked at it firmly. Shu Xunmo said it must be on top.

Shu Xunmo:? ? ?What are you talking about, don't you understand? ? ?

Now after he opened it, he realized...Wu Yu's desire to survive has decreased recently.

what is this? !!

Shu Xunmo held a book expressionlessly, and the corner of his mouth twitched obviously.

I see...

This book absorbs the essence of our country's ancient times and provides us with some indescribable things.

Looking at the big three words and those eye-catching pictures on the cover, he almost shoved the book into his bag with a red face.

Room|Chinese|Skill|Are you serious? ? ?

The pictures like this really made Shu Xunmo not flattered, his ascetic mind for more than 20 years was suddenly filled with these pictures, a little overloaded, his cheeks flushed in dizziness.

These were the things he regarded as the most taboo, but now they were displayed in front of him, and the rebellious heart in his heart, which would not break out of the shell, suddenly felt a little novelty.

What is this all about? !

Yi Ruoxuan was carrying the basket of mooncakes and food boxes, and a jug of wine in his arms, and when he put these on the table, he saw Shu Xunmo's blushing face.

"Brother, your face is so red."

"Really? I don't know either." Shu Xunmo spoke nonsense in a serious manner.

"Is it hot? Let me open a window to let in some air." Yi Ruo opened a window.

The two sat facing each other, and most of the dishes on the plate were vegetarian.

If Shu Xunmo doesn't like meat, he will also eat with him.

"Brother, do you want to drink? Osmanthus wine." Yi Ruoxuan asked.

"Yeah." Shu Xunmo looked at the wine in the white porcelain bottle, thinking that it was made from sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, so he shouldn't be drunk. He had never drunk wine before, so he looked at Yi Ruoxuan and poured a glass when he thought it was fresh, and handed it to him. give him.

After receiving the wine cup, there was a burst of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, and a few osmanthus flowers floated on the water-like liquid. It should look...very sweet...

Facts have proved that Shu Xunmo is still too naive.

Or maybe he overestimated how much he could drink.

At first, I felt that the wine was quite sweet, like the sugar water I drank when I was a child, but after drinking it, I realized that I seemed...really drunk...

His head was dizzy, his mouth smelled of alcohol, his eyes were clouded, and everything he saw was hazy.

Shu Xunmo wants to cry but has no tears.

I was wrong...

"Brother, are you drunk?" Yi Ruoxuan also drank a few cups, but he didn't feel drunk, because he considered that his brother couldn't drink alcohol, so he chose the sweet-scented osmanthus wine with the lowest content. Unexpectedly... Brother turned out to be pouring a cup...

Looking at the misty eyes of the person in front of him, he was obviously drunk.

He lay motionless on the table, dazed and didn't know what he was looking at.

"Brother?" Yi Ruoxuan walked to his side and called softly.

"..." He didn't seem to hear it.

Shu Xunmo's head was almost in a mess, and he felt as if someone beside him was calling him, and then he said "um".

This answer was drawn out, lacking the usual seriousness, and seemed a bit...acting like a baby...

After hearing this, Yi Ruoxuan felt a little parched, and a burst of heat rushed through his body. He looked at Shu Xunmo with his eyes closed, half asleep and half awake.

Then, he faced a huge choice.

Do you put him on the bed and go to sleep directly or do some small movements?

In fact, he really wanted the latter.

But he was afraid that his brother would blame him when he woke up.

After a series of struggles in his brain, he still chose the former hesitantly.

Forget it, let's wait until the senior brother is willing.

Kiss, it should be fine, right?

Before he could figure it out, he bent down and kissed those lips.

He had just drank sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and his lips were almost sweet. This time, he really couldn't taste it lightly, so he pinched the back of his head, wanting to deepen this kiss.

The person in his arms seemed to be a little out of breath from his kiss, snorted a few times, and pushed him weakly with one hand.

It was almost when Shu Xunmo's eyes were watery that Yi Ruoxuan let him go.

"Brother." He murmured in a low voice, stroking his eyebrows with his fingertips.

What he cherishes, what he wants to protect all his life, is in his arms.

Thinking about it, he hugged him even tighter.

"Hmm..." Shu Xunmo twisted uncomfortably, his eyes were still drunk, he looked at him, and suddenly, he stretched out his arms and hugged him too.

Yi Ruoxuan's body froze suddenly, he could only feel the heat in his body constantly rushing against his will, and his head couldn't react.

"Senior brother, you initiated this, don't blame me." Yi Ruoxuan couldn't bear it any longer, after saying that, he picked him up and walked towards Tsang.

She gently put him on the bed, stared at him for a long time, and then stretched out her hands tremblingly to untie his clothes.

One by one, they fell slowly.

Emboldened by drinking, Yi Ruoxuan leaned down to kiss him.

...Late at night...

Shu Xunmo lay on the bed, dazed, and opened his eyes with great effort, only feeling as if he was being kissed.

"Ruoxuan..." he yelled.

The person pressing on him suddenly paused and said: "I am here."

Still a little drunk, he could only see Yi Ruo showing up in front of his eyes, as if she was topless.

For some reason, after he was drunk, he became more courageous, and suddenly stretched out his hand, cupped his face and kissed him.

Yi Ruoxuan was stunned for a moment, and was immediately occupied by that desire.

"Brother, can I..."

Shu Xunmo knew that he had endured so much, and that he would have to do it sooner or later, so he nodded slightly.

His eyes seemed to be on fire, and after receiving such a response from him, he became unscrupulous.

When he went in, Shu Xunmo cried out in pain.

"It hurts... Take it easy..." Shu Xunmo said in a trembling voice with tears in his eyes.

Yi Ruoxuan could only restrain himself from making rough movements, and kissed his cheek comfortingly.

The night is still long...

The author has something to say: Some ancient poems for reference: How long is it to part with each other, how long will it take to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in seven.Su Zhe——"Water Tune Getou Xuzhou Mid-Autumn Festival";Liu Yuxi - "85 Days and Nights in Peach Garden and Playing with the Moon"