Chapter 87

The moon is like silver

the moonlight sprinkles into the river, with a light luster, slightly shining.

Under the lantern, Lin Jie is squatting in a small river, and Shen QingHan, dressed in white, is standing beside him. His clothes are flying, and the moonlight is more and more spotless.

"Shen QingHan, don't you put a lantern?"

Lin Jie, holding a pen in one hand and a paper lantern in the other, looked up at Shen QingHan and asked with a smile.

"No, just put it."

Shen QingHan looked down at Lin Jie and said coldly.

"I can see you haven't let the lantern go. No wonder you are so boring."

Lin Jie curled his mouth, then bowed his head and pounded the lantern in his hand.

"I did not let it go."

Shen QingHan looks at the lantern on Lin Jie's hand and says.

"Do you want to try and have a look?"

Lin Jie grinned and bent his eyes. "The lantern is for the living, and finally, for the dead. Do you have any people who want to pray or mourn for?"

after hearing the speech, Shen QingHan was stunned, his eyes slightly solidified, and finally, he said faintly, "No."

"Really not?"

Lin Jie couldn't believe it.

"Well."

Shen QingHan gave a low reply.

"I can't believe it."

Lin Jie muttered.

"Then I'll let it go myself."

Thinking for a moment, Lin Jie held the pen and wrote a few words on the lantern.

Shen QingHan said nothing and looked at Lin Jie. After Lin Jie finished, he put down his pen. Then he carefully put the two lanterns he had written into the river. At this time, there were many burning lanterns floating in the river. The lanterns of Linjie drifted into those lanterns. Looking from a distance, there was a large area of bright yellow and the reflection on the water was sparkling. It was hard to tell which was whose The lantern, the lantern more and more far away, as if falling down the horizontal line general, the dark night sky swayed up the light, if you really answer that sentence, the paper boat bright candle burning.

Lin Jie was sitting by the river, holding his chin, and looking at the lantern floating in the river. His clear eyes reflected the bright yellow and dazzling light.

"What did you write on the lantern?"

SHEN QingHan finally asked.

"How? Want to know?"

Lin Jie looked back and gave Shen QingHan a sly smile. His eyes were shining.

"No, it's OK."

Shen QingHan, with a straight face, turned around and left.

"Don't be so stingy. I'll tell you..."

Lin Jie quickly stood up and chased Shen QingHan, saying, "I wrote my father's name!"

"What about the other?"

SHEN QingHan stopped and asked.

Lin Jie grinned, quickened his pace and left, "I won't tell you."

Shen QingHan looks at Lin Jie's back and is stunned.

"Why are you still in a daze? Let's go. If you don't go, I'll run away."

Seeing that Shen QingHan had not caught up with him, Lin Jie turned around and waved his hand to Shen QingHan from a distance. His eyebrows were bent with smile and looked very beautiful.

For a moment, Shen QingHan reacts, his eyes are heavy, and he slowly walks to Lin Jie. Step by step, his feet seem to be stepping on the ice. Finally, he stands in front of Lin Jie, looks up slightly, and his sharp eyes look at Lin Jie. Obviously, his face is expressionless, but Lin Jie is not cold and chilly.

Lin Jie swallowed his throat. Where did he offend this one?

"you can try to escape?"

for a long time, Shen QingHan just said a light sentence, and his tone was obviously naked contempt.

Lin Jie was very embarrassed immediately. He took a puff from the corner of his mouth. Shen QingHan laughed and walked by Lin Jie.

"Shen QingHan! You're dead face

Lin Jie clenched his fist and clenched his teeth fiercely. He pulled out his legs and turned to catch up with him.

……

"Where else do you want to go?"

Lin Jie managed to catch up with Shen QingHan. Shen QingHan suddenly said this sentence.

Lin Jieyi was stunned, "how do you know?"

"you don't look like you came here just to eat and put a lantern."

Shen QingHan's light way.

"I want to go home and see my father, because every year, I will accompany him to spend the Mid Autumn Festival."

Lin Jie laughed and said.

Shen QingHan looks at Lin Jie and is silent for a moment.

"If you can't do it..."

Lin Jielian was busy.

"Let's go."

Shen QingHan interrupted Lin Jie and said coldly.

"MMM? Hmmm!"

Lin Jie reacts to come over, hurriedly is brilliant smile, and then quickly catch up with.

Lin Jie bought some of his father's favorite food and took it with him to his former home with Shen QingHan.At night, the alley was dark and the moonlight was pouring down. Shen QingHan and Lin Jie walked side by side through the alley. At the end of the alley, under the moonlight, he saw the familiar room.

Lin Jie gently pushed open the wooden door in the yard, and then walked into the room with Shen QingHan.

The room was dark, and nothing could be seen.

"Where are the candles? Where are they?"

as soon as he entered the door, Lin Jie put down his things and went around looking for the candles.

However, the room is too dark. If you are not careful, Lin Jie bumps into the table together. Lin Jie takes a breath of cold air.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Lin Jie kept rubbing his head and shouting.

"Don't move. I'll look for it."

Shen QingHan sighs helplessly, and then looks for the candle by himself. After a while, Shen QingHan turns out a candle and lights it. The room lights up suddenly.

"How did you find it all at once?"

Lin Jie covered his head and blinked.

"It's better to say that you've been here for so long and you've hit a table."

At this time, Shen's head glances at Lin QingHan, and then he rubs his head away.

"Why? Do you still want to do it?"

Lin Jie's subconscious body hid aside.

"Be quiet."

Shen QingHan stares at Lin Jie coldly with no expression on his face. Lin Jie immediately stops his voice.

"Sit down."

Shen QingHan said again.

Lin Jie had to sit up straight.

Shen QingHan reached out his hand and gently covered Lin Jie's head. He touched a small bag that was swollen and swollen. Lin Jie immediately took a breath of cold air.

"Shen QingHan, you murder!"

Lin Jie angrily scolded.

"Swollen, stupid."

Shen QingHan gently raised his eyes and glanced around. At the end, he said again, "can there be medicinal wine at home?"

"It's like in the cupboard."

Lin Jie carefully touched the small bag on his head, curled his mouth and muttered.

Without saying a word, Shen QingHan turned and walked toward the cabinet.

Lin Jie looked at Shen QingHan's back, his mind moved slightly, and then his face was slightly hot. Finally, he lowered his head and gave a dry cough.

"What? You have a bad throat

Shen QingHan comes back with medicinal wine.

"No

Lin Jielian was busy.

"Are you afraid of pain?"

Shen QingHan asked without expression.

"Who is not afraid of pain?"

The corner of Lin Jie's mouth smoked.

"Hold on, then."

Shen QingHan suddenly says that Lin Jie hasn't responded yet. Shen QingHan reaches out and wipes some medicinal wine, and then directly rubs the swelling bag on Lin Jie's head.

Lin Jie didn't respond to it. The tingling and painful feeling was coming quickly. His nerve jumped violently. Then, the scream rang out.

"Shen QingHan, you bastard

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