Earthly Blue Yanlu

Chapter 1 Young Ling Lang

It was drizzling, and the sky showed a light gray, giving people a slightly quiet feeling.The air is a little cold because of the misty drizzle. This kind of weather is most suitable for driving a flat boat, holding a cup of fragrant tea, and listening to the singer singing softly.

In spring and March, the rain is as moist as Su!

Mo Linglang's footsteps stopped under the high city walls of Haodu. Wherever his eyes touched, there were many shops on both sides of the cold street, few pedestrians, and small puddles formed on the wet road.He smiled slightly, as shallow as ripples on the water, the light in his eyes made people feel refreshed, but the melancholy that flashed in the bottom of his eyes made people feel distressed.

Without the cover of the oil-paper umbrella, the rain fell on his body one after another, and water stains were already stained on his hair and snow-white robe.He could obviously hide in a roadside shop, but he never had the habit of hiding from the rain.

Mo Linglang walked very slowly and steadily. Although his eyes seemed to be looking straight ahead, he had already inadvertently glanced at both sides of the road.There is an elegant fragrance of pear blossoms floating in the air, which is more refreshing under the nourishment of the drizzle.

Mo Linglang's smile has never changed, and there is a hint of sadness in the gentleness and innocence.He hugged the green cloth wrapped in his arms into his arms, and put his only thought here, a snow-white robe of his father.

He couldn't help but think of his father Mo Lianshuo, that eccentric man, wondering if his grave would grow a lovely green under the nourishment of this spring rain.

He thought of the two low thatched huts surrounded by a green bamboo fence in Luoyu Valley. Under the tall and straight trees, there would always be cute mushrooms growing suddenly in the rainy season, and some unknown flowers would bloom. All kinds of small flowers.

Mo Linglang stopped suddenly, he smelled a refreshing aroma of wine, rich and mellow in the air.He turned his head and looked, and saw a quaint building with a large plaque reading "Thousands of Miles of Drunken Wine Building" hanging on it. After thinking about it for a while, Mo Linglang decided to go in and have a drink.

Just as Mo Linglang stepped over the high threshold of the restaurant, the chatter and laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes fell on the young man inside the door.

The clothes are simple, the figure is thin, and the appearance is as handsome as heaven, but not enchanting. Just looking at it makes people think of the pure and elegant pear blossoms in full bloom.

Young people are like pear blossoms, beautiful and not vulgar.

Mo Linglang didn't stop because of people's admiring gazes, he sat on the edge of the table by the window, bent his right index finger and lightly clasped the edge of the table, "Shopkeeper, serve the jar of wine."

The voice is also very nice, neither fast nor slow, neither high nor low, just like a stream flowing through the grass, clear and pleasant, low and quiet.

Now is the season when the peach blossoms are in full bloom in March. Drinking the seasonal peach blossom wine and watching the drizzle outside the window like silk, a warm feeling slowly rose in his heart, and a satisfied smile involuntarily appeared on his lips .

Ye Mianxi also laughed, the corners of his lips fluttered up, showing a hint of unruliness.He was sitting on the second floor, drinking on a table leaning against the railing. From his position, he could clearly see every movement of Mo Linglang, even every smile.

From Mo Linglang's first step into the restaurant, he had already noticed that this refined young man was as clean and elegant as a white lotus left behind.

I don't know what it's like to hold such a beautiful boy in my arms, the feeling of being pressed under me should be very good.Ye Mianxi thought badly in his heart, and the smile on the corner of his lips involuntarily deepened a little.

Tong Le looked at Ye Mianxi looking downstairs with special meaning, followed his eyes curiously, and happened to see a young man sitting by the window, with an elegant smile like a spring breeze in March, hanging warmly on the handsome man. face.Seeing Ye Mianxi's smirk, he seemed to be very interested in this young man, and he suddenly felt that this young man might be in trouble.

Ye Mianxi is the sixth son of Ye Chengzhao in the current dynasty, and he is named King Sukang.Today, taking advantage of the spring rain, he brought Tong Le, his servant, to wander around. He passed by the Qianli Drunken House, but couldn't resist the temptation of the smell of wine, so he came in to have a drink, but he never thought that he would meet an extraordinary male beauty.

Mo Linglang would never have imagined that one day he would be stalked like a prey.The slender and clean fingers held the wine glass gracefully, drinking lightly, as if remembering something painful, the brows were stained with sadness, faintly, like a wound that had healed.

Alcohol reminds him of his childhood.When did he learn to drink?It seems that since the beginning of memory, I have been soaking in the wine tank every day, drinking day and night, like a little alcoholic.Alcoholics can get drunk too, let alone a little alcoholic like him, but he has only been drunk once, the first time he drank, the spicy wine rolled down his throat like fire, burning his face with a glow.

Mo Linglang has always been obedient, even when he is drunk, he is very peaceful, no matter where he is, he will blatantly fall asleep as soon as he lays down casually.But he was still severely repaired by his father, but he didn't cry. He pulled a piece of his father's clothes, looked up at his immature face, smiled indifferently, and said lightly: "Why should Daddy be angry?" , Ling Lang promises you, I won’t get drunk in the future.”

After that, he really never got drunk again, but the more he drank, the clearer his mind became. He always remembered many things that he should not remember. Maybe his obsession was just the spicy feeling of wine that stimulated his throat, which could make his sad heart feel better.These things are a long memory, and he himself seems to have forgotten what he said at that time, but he remembers very clearly that his blood has dyed the snow-white robe on his body with a large number of dazzling red flowers, which is strange and enchanting. .

Suddenly there was a stuffy feeling in my heart, my heart seemed to be on fire, and I felt a little hot. Mo Linglang stretched out his hand and pulled at the neckline, revealing a little white skin, just as a cool breeze blew slowly from the window, he suddenly felt his whole body A burst of relief.

Suddenly wanted to get drunk, although the idea was a bit impulsive, but he knew what he was doing, he simply wanted to get drunk, so he reached out and knocked on the edge of the table: "Shopkeeper, serve some more jars of wine."

There were no extra voices in the restaurant, and all eyes fell on the young man sitting by the window with surprise.

An unknown number of wine jars had been laid down at Mo Linglang's feet, but he was still drinking non-stop, his eyes were clear, and he didn't have any intention of getting drunk.Still constantly urging the restaurant in a soft voice: "Shopkeeper, bring a few more jars of wine"