alone mountain and river

Feng Qinglang returned to the first floor, but did not return to the main hall where the music was roaring, but walked towards the side door on the side of the stairs. There were also waiters there, but the number of people was naturally much smaller than that at the main entrance. They looked at Feng Qinglang carrying Picking up the wine bottle, the face was illuminated by the flickering lights, with a bit of unruly and lonely, and hurriedly opened the side door to ensure that these drunk guests had enough sense of space, thus creating a safe enough distance .

A burst of icy chill rushed towards her face immediately, and the light snow outside the door was still fluttering tirelessly. Feng Qinglang raised her head and took another sip of strong wine, and walked into the wind and snow at a chaotic pace.

Compared with the magnificent avenue over the main entrance, the side street here is much more pleasant. Under the yellowish and dim lights, all kinds of carriages are parked on both sides of the road, and there is a long row until the end of the street.

In the carriages of several nearby carriages, some coachmen poked their heads out to see if their young master and young lady were having a bad time and wanted to leave early.

Feng Qinglang didn't know if there were coachmen from the clubhouse inside the protruding heads, so she just waved her hand casually and walked to the side of the street. These coachmen decisively retracted all their heads.

He came out tonight to seek alcohol stimulation and get rid of the confusion, but the result made the confusion a little bit worse. He couldn't help but hold the corner of his mouth, drank the wine, and hummed the unfinished Alans ditty in a low voice.

Suddenly footsteps came from behind, and the tune was out of tune. Feng Qinglang didn't need to turn her head, she knew it was the smoky girl, Wuman Nala, who was chasing her. When the other party chased her, she said softly, "You really came from Alans too!" ,right?"

Feng Qinglang smiled noncommittally, this girl is also capable, not to mention catching up so quickly, she also wore an extra white fluffy cape, and the smoky makeup stained with sweat on the front was also quickly washed away by her, restoring her original beauty The appearance is vaguely the sweet color seen in the memory of the illusion.

At the end of the side street is a commercial street. It is now past midnight, and it has just been cleaned. After washing away the hustle and bustle, under the yellowish light, it is extremely quiet, and even the steps on the bluestone slab echo. An ethereal taste.

The two walked side by side, facing the falling snow, Wu Mannara frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something, and did not ask Feng Qinglang any more.

But Feng Qinglang still stopped, and turned to look at the other party. Wu Mannela's long, slightly curly brown hair was covered with snowflakes, and it was dotted with lights, making it look extraordinarily shiny, and her sparkling eyes happened to be in the same spot. Staring at himself, as if he had absorbed Xue's poetry, he was saying something, his eyebrows were like a pair of beautiful curved bows, trembling slightly, as if he was about to shoot an arrow at himself at any time, he didn't know if it was an arrow of goodwill or curiosity ...

He couldn't help but a playful look gradually rose in his eyes, and he said with a light smile: "Why, did you fall in love with me at first sight, and you specially chased after me and promised me with your body?"

Umanara's long, slightly curly eyelashes trembled, just to shake off a snowflake that fell nearby, and her mouth was slightly pouted, as if she had suffered some kind of grievance, which made people feel pity Emotions, it’s a pity that the mouth finally opened wide, and in addition to exhaling white air, it also made a sound: "I think you may be a fellow, so I will walk with you, don't think about it, unless you think your head is stuck in the neck It's not the best position!"

A pure and sweet girl uttered such a threat with a soft voice. Feng Qinglang is by no means a saint, and she couldn't help but feel a surge in her heart, especially the alcohol blush that had not faded from the jade-like face of the other party. He lowered his eyes slightly , I happened to see the towering chest that should be extremely elastic, so plump that even the thick cloak could not cover it up...

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but tilted her head back and took another sip of the wine, and continued on her way. The girl in front of her, who had taken off the smoke, gradually merged with the little girl in the memory of the illusion, who was crying and shouting to justify his name.

Umanara followed closely beside him, staring carefully at Feng Qingliang's face, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt familiar. She secretly took out the portrait of that person and looked at it countless times, and it had long been engraved in her memory. Conjectures had already jumped into her mind, and it happened that I heard that that person is also in the area of ​​the Northern Kingdom?But how is this possible...

She had imagined countless times, what would it be like if she could meet that person?Now, if he was him, did he meet so inexplicably?

Suddenly, she had a bolder idea, if she used Xue Yi to involve him in the illusion, wouldn't she be able to know if he was that person?

This thought immediately made her whole body become hot, even the icy cold of the wind and snow could not dispel the slightest bit, but Feng Qingqing's voice rang in her ears: "Don't do something irrational, put away your mental power , don't spoil my impression of you!"

Wu Mannala didn't expect that people would see it just by releasing a little thought, not to mention letting people do the tricks, so she couldn't help but smile embarrassingly, without the slightest awareness of a mistake in performing the spell, and said with a sweet smile: "By the way, everyone Brother, you haven't told me yet, are you from Alans?"

The voice is sweet and greasy, like a little claw, grabbing people's hearts.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing and said, "Little girl, can you speak normally?"

Umanalla suddenly became angry again: "A stunning beauty like my old lady will accompany you on night walks. It's just such a simple question, and you're still holding back for a long time. Are you still a man?"

The cold wind blew by, but the alcohol was stronger. Feng Qinglang tilted her neck and looked at the other party, just in time to see the other party's drunken little ruddy face, and the delicate little nose was exhaling white air rapidly, looking strangely angry. With a dumbfounded smile, he said, "Miss Umanela, not every question can be answered. You must be aware of this truth yourself, right?"

Umanara leaned closer and said: "Hey, could it be that you just happened to be wanted, so you're embarrassed to tell me, it's okay, I'm very secretive, the ancient sages said that life is fun when you meet an old friend in a foreign land! You may as well Tell me, talk about those joys and angers, and you will feel much more comfortable in your heart, which is better than your constant drinking!"

An extremely hard-to-detect sharp edge flashed across Feng Qinglang's eyes, and two figures flashed past on the side street in the distance behind him, but they were hiding in the shadows, showing no obvious hostility. Mannara's bodyguard.

It just so happened that a nearby large mouse crawled out of the sewer ditch, and burrowed into the alley next to it with extremely agility. Wu Mannara saw it in his eyes, and immediately had an idea, screamed in horror, and burrowed into the alley. Falling into Feng Qinglang's arms, he wrapped his hands around Feng Qinglang's waist very consciously, and shouted: "Wow! There are mice, so scared, so scared, so scared, so scared!"

Feng Qinglang laughed and said, "When you shout you are afraid, can you not have such a sense of rhythm, so that it will appear unreal!"