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Chapter 82

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    It was already very late at night, and the busy New Year's market had also closed its stalls. There was flickering light at the end of the long street, and the air was filled with the faint smell of burning firecrackers.

    Xiang Huan walked alone on the empty stone road, the shadow under his feet was gradually elongated by the blurred lights.

    The cold wind hit his face, and he didn't know if the energy that had been supporting him had dissipated, and he began to feel the pain all over his body.

    Xiang Huan walked to the mottled and incomplete city wall, and sat down on the ground next to an ancient tree, raised his head aimlessly, and breathed lightly towards the sky that seemed to never light up.

    In his hand he was still holding the burned lantern beyond recognition, the stand was scorched black, and the little figures on the base were crumbling.

    Xiang Huan fiddled with his head quietly for a while, staring blankly at the criss-cross wounds on his palm.

    Soon it will be dawn on the 27th, what will he give Wan Yao for his birthday?

    In fact, Xiang Huan, who is as slow as Xiang Huan, can understand that this opportunity is already merciful to him, and it is not difficult to just be a lamp, but now that the big talk is released, he can't even do such a small thing well.

    When the wind blows, the sound of the rustling branches and leaves of the trees is mixed with a series of crisp and mixed bird calls.

    The fledglings in the tree hole survived the flames of war, and they grew up without knowing what to eat, and they were able to barely fly out of the nest.

    Two or three of them grew full of wings, and they were very bold. Probably because they still remembered the kindness of a meal a long time ago, they ran towards him in a ignorant way, and poked their heads into his palm.

    Xiang Huan pushed it away in no mood.

    A few birds had no fun, because it was freezing cold, they simply walked around behind him, and plunged into the hem of his clothes to keep warm.

    The marquee with only a few wreckage left was turned over and over in his hand.

    I don't know how long it took, and with the sound of footsteps, a faint shadow in front of him came into his sight.

    Xiang Huan raised his head suddenly.

    Xiang Yuanyuan on the opposite side was frightened by his behavior and instantly shrank back in place. She didn't dare to look directly into her brother's eyes, she shrugged her shoulders timidly, and now she passed the words she had thought up to her lips, but she was speechless  Take turns.

    "elder brother¡­¡­"

    Xiang Huan looked at her coldly.

    I saw the girl tremblingly stretching out her hand behind her back towards him. In the dark night and dim lights, she could vaguely see the outline of a hairpin, which looked familiar.

    Xiang Yuanyuan held the emerald hairpin, and said falteringly, "You had a fight with sister Wanyao a year ago, and I saw you bought this for her, so I wanted to help you two to ease the relationship. Who would have expected that?"  She confiscated it. Later, when the house was ransacked, I took advantage of the chaos and took the hairpin with me"

    After she said that, her voice started to lower, "It's just I accidentally broke it a little bit, only a little bit, I don't know if it's still useful."

    Xiang Huan lowered his eyes silently, then suddenly grabbed the emerald green hairpin and ran towards the brightly lit streets and alleys.

    Xiang Yuanyuan hurriedly turned around to look, her brother's back flashed under the lantern hanging in front of the restaurant, and quickly merged into the thick moonlight.

    Xiang Huan ran for two streets and finally found a jewelry store. He knocked on the door out of breath and called out: "The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper!"

    The boy's clear voice echoed in the quiet alley at night.

    The shopkeeper probably didn't want to talk to him, but this man was quite persistent, and he kept calling the door persistently, without stopping for a whole stick of incense, as if he would never give up if he failed to achieve his goal.

    Finally, the boss was so disturbed that he had no choice but to unbolt the door bolt and opened the gap sleepily, "Who is it, it's the middle of the night, didn't you see that the door is closing"

    The young man was dressed in a neat and smart outfit, his black and bright eyes sparkled, "Shopkeeper, I have something urgent to do, please help me!"

    "I'll pay you!"

    After finishing speaking, without waiting for anyone's consent, he pushed him in.

    "Hey, hey how can you do this"

    The store owner had never seen such an unreasonable person, so he had to light up the lamp on the table first.

    Xiang Huan quickly placed the fulcrum green hairpin in front of him, and said in an urgent tone, "Please take a look, can it be repaired?"

    The shopkeeper was an old man with gray temples, and it was more difficult for him to look at things at night when he was getting older. He raised the lamp and took a closer look, and Xiang Huan hurriedly held the candlestick for him.

    Cuiyu is bright blue under the light, and the waves are magnificent, like sea water.

    "Snow green and green, this quality can only be bought in places like Kyoto." The hairpin is small and exquisite.Facing the flowing lake water, Pingpin Tingting stands.

    Wan Yao was really waiting for him by the lake last time.

    For some reason, Xiang Huan was in a hurry to run along the way. At this moment, Xiang Huan felt a little cramped for no reason. He stopped beside the stone bridge, adjusted his slightly rapid breathing, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, and gradually slowed down his steps.

    Perhaps hearing the movement behind her, the girl turned around slowly, and the gentle and peaceful eyebrows and eyes came into her eyes unexpectedly.

    The moment Xiang Huan saw her, his breath stagnated involuntarily, and the repaired hairpin in his palm suddenly became hot.  He lowered his head, avoided looking elsewhere, and then slowly walked towards her.

    The houses with lights around him were too far away, and the dim light covered the less obvious injuries on his cheeks.

    Wanyao lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then asked, "It's so late?"

    She tilted her head slightly, "Where's my lantern?"

    The muscles around Xiang Huan's lips moved hesitantly, and after a long silence, he said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, the lanternwas burnt out yesterday, and I don't have time to make another one for you."

    Wanyao froze for a moment, at this moment, a family facing the street suddenly lit the lanterns on the door of the house, and the dark yellow candlelight suddenly illuminated the young man in front of him.

    It was only then that she discovered that there was a scab of blood on the corner of his forehead, a cut across his chin, and black circles around his eyes.

    Even though his face was full of exhaustion, the young man still looked at her with starry eyes as before, with a little expectation and a little anxiety.

    "I repaired Yuanyuan's broken hairpin." Xiang Huan finally hesitantly spread out the Diancui he was holding tightly in his hand, and explained with his head down, "I promised to pay you one back the other day, and I bought it early in the morning.  I planned to send you off after I was appointed as a general, but I didn¡¯t expect those things to happen later"

    Wan Yao didn't say a word, just looked at the hairpin lying quietly in his palm.

    This is not the first time she has seen it, but she always feels that it is different from the last time she saw it. A few elegant little flowers set off a scarred hand, and the green feathers are rippling.

    When she didn't speak, Xiang Huan felt even more at a loss. He licked his slightly dry lips, "I don't know, can this count"

    He rubbed his nose fiercely, "Anyway, today is your birthday, and I didn't make a lantern, so I still want to give you something. As for whether you want it or notyou can do whatever you like."

    After a long, long time, Wan Yao never replied.

    The night wind was blowing, but the hairpin was not taken away in his open palm, Xiang Huan's mood gradually turned into a cool stone during the passing time.

    Just when he had lost all hope, his rough wrist was suddenly gently held down.

    A wisp of a girl's warm fragrance and the faint bitterness of herbs approached.

    The girl beside her stood on tiptoe with her strength, and kissed him lightly on the cheek with her soft and warm lips, and then fell back to the original place in a flash.

    Xiang Huan's rock-steady arm trembled inadvertently, staring blankly ahead.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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