My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

Ling Xiaodong stuffed the half-faced fox mask with white background and red stripes into Ye Yiyun's arms, his voice was a little low.

"Let's go."

After that, he walked forward on his own.

Although the back is straight, but the back looks bleak.

Ye Yiyun stood there holding the mask, watching blankly as he gradually walked away, almost disappearing into the crowd.

There was an unexplained pain in the chest cavity, as if being clenched by a big hand, and the five slender fingers holding the mask turned white.

"wait!"

Just as Ling Xiaodong kept walking forward, there was the sound of small trots behind him, and then his sleeve was pulled again.

He turned around in surprise and found that Aunt Yun behind him had put on the fox mask.

Ye Yiyun snatched the black-striped fox mask from Ling Xiaodong's other hand and stood on her toes to put it on for him.

She looked up at Ling Xiaodong, held his hand seriously and said:

"With the mask on, I am not Ye Yiyun, nor are you Ling Xiaodong."

Ling Xiaodong asked in confusion: "Then who are you? And who am I?"

Facing Ling Xiaodong's question, Ye Yiyun had a hard time.

She didn't know why she did this, obviously it would only increase Ling Xiaodong's misunderstanding, but she would feel better in her heart.

"You are... you are my friend! We are peers now! No more seniority!"

Perhaps deep in Ye Yiyun's heart, she also longed for both parties to abandon each other's original identities and get along with each other as equals.

Ling Xiaodong couldn't understand the intention of Aunt Yun's inexplicable behavior, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

"Okay, Aunt Yun said we are friends, then we are friends."

"Don't call me Aunt Yun!"

"Then what should my name be?"

Ye Yiyun grabbed Ling Xiaodong's sleeves with both hands, and looked down at her own toes shyly.

The jade feet covered with embroidered shoes rolled back and forth on the ground, she faltered and said:

"We are friends of the same generation, you... you can just call me by my nickname..."

Ling Xiaodong raised his eyebrows with interest and asked:

"What's the girl's nickname?"

A blush gradually climbed onto Ye Yiyun's slender neck, and then spread all over her delicate dimples.

"Cloud... Yun'er..."

Ling Xiaodong showed a look of sudden realization, cupped his hands towards Ye Yiyun and said:

"Oh! It turns out to be Miss Yun'er! Nice to meet you!"

"Well, nice to meet you..."

Listening to Ling Xiaodong's almost teasing words, Ye Yiyun lowered her head even lower, and even her voice was weak.

"Today coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, I wonder if Miss Yun'er is interested in walking around the city with me?"

Ling Xiaodong extended his palm towards Ye Yiyun in front of him with a smile on his face.

Ye Yiyun bit her lower lip lightly, and hesitantly put her soft hand on Ling Xiaodong's hand.

"Since the young master is kind enough to invite you, the little girl will be disrespectful..."

Chapter 157 You can touch me if you want

?? Ling Xiaodong grabbed Ye Yiyun's delicate little hand.

Through the two holes in the mask, he could see Aunt Yun's shyness like a little girl.

Her cherry lips were lightly pursed, her cheeks were pink, and her hanging left hand was nervously grabbing the hem of her clothes. Even the right hand held by Ling Xiaodong was slightly sweating, making it more tender and smooth when pinched.

The current Ye Yiyun can't see the majesty appearance when she was the master of the temple in Qingfeng Temple, but she looks like a young girl who just happened to meet her wishful husband on the street.

She is shy and reserved, but also decisive and brave in pursuing her love.

"I wonder where Miss Yun'er wants to go?"

Ye Yiyun raised her eyes and looked at Ling Xiaodong's face timidly, then she lowered her eyes suddenly, her neck drooping and her eyelashes drawn down, but the tip of her eyes drifted a little.

She said softly:

"It's all up to the young master...Wherever the young master wants to go, Yun'er will go wherever..."

"Then let's go shopping first."

It was also the first time Ling Xiaodong saw such a shy and reserved Aunt Yun, her chest and heart were pounding.

He just held Aunt Yun's Rou Yi lightly, walking side by side with her on the Qingshi Avenue in Pengcheng.

Although the surroundings were very lively, it was boring to just wander around like this, so the two began to chat.

"I don't know how old Miss Yun'er is?"

"Yun'er is sixteen this year."

Ye Yiyun hesitated for a moment, and shamelessly put the age of the disciple on herself.

"Pfft~ Whoops!"

When Ling Xiaodong heard this answer, he couldn't help but chuckled, but Aunt Yun next to him nudged her waist with her elbow as if to blame.

He straightened his expression again, and quickly entered the role.

"I wonder if Miss Yun'er is married?"

"Not yet."

"Very good, very good!"

Ling Xiaodong nodded in satisfaction and said, "Miss Yun'er and I fell in love at first sight today, how about marrying me?"

Ye Yiyun glared at Ling Xiaodong with some shame.

How can you propose marriage as soon as you meet?

She straightened her expression, and said solemnly and reservedly:

"My lord, you are joking. We only met today for the first time. How can we talk about marriage?"

"Oh, so that's it, it's me, Meng Lang."

Ling Xiaodong didn't know what the setting of the current relationship between the two was in Aunt Yun's mind.

They say they are friends, but how can there be friends of the opposite sex holding hands while shopping on the street?

Said they were lovers, but Aunt Yun refused to agree to his courtship.

This kind of awkward relationship, which can only be imagined by the twisted Aunt Yun.

The two of them just walked and chatted.

When he reached a corner, Ling Xiaodong was walking forward when suddenly his hand was gently pulled.

He looked back and found that Aunt Yun was standing where she was, looking straight at a street vendor.

Ling Xiaodong looked over and found that it was a stall making sugar paintings.

The owner of the stall is a white-haired old man.

He put the translucent yellow rock sugar into the spoon, smoked and heated it on the flame, and when the rock sugar in the spoon melted into brown caramel, he raised the iron spoon slightly tilted, like a thread of crystal sugar evenly Falling on a smooth iron plate.

The old man shook his wrist skillfully, and drew a cute little pig like a dragon and a phoenix. Before the caramel solidified, he pressed a slender bamboo stick on the sugar painting, and the sugar painting was completed. .

Ling Xiaodong looked at her with a direct gaze, and it was clear that he wanted her.

"Does Yun'er want to eat?"

Ye Yiyun stretched out her moist pink tongue and licked her lips.

She saw a group of noisy yellow-haired children surrounding the stall, and knew that these were things only children like.

For the 27-year-old Qingfeng Guan Guan Guan, the sugar paintings are too childish, but for the 16-year-old girl Yun'er, they are just right.

"Ah."

Ye Yiyun responded lightly, and Ling Xiaodong dragged her to the stall.

"Does the guest officer want to buy sugar paintings? Three pennies a piece, you can draw the twelve signs of the zodiac."

When the old man saw a guest coming, he immediately greeted him warmly.

Ling Xiaodong turned his questioning gaze to Aunt Yun beside him.

"What does Yun'er want?"

"Dragon's!"

Ye Yiyun blurted out without thinking.

Compared with other animals in the Chinese zodiac, what child does not like the most powerful and mysterious dragon?

The old man had been painting sugar paintings for who knows how many years. He was so skilled that he could easily draw even the most complicated dragons.

Ling Xiaodong paid with one hand and handed the candy painting to Aunt Yun, who had been waiting for it for a long time.

Ye Yiyun held up the dragon-shaped sugar painting in his hand and looked at it several times, his crystal clear eyes were full of joy.

She rarely licked the sugar surface with her lilac tongue, and her eyes narrowed together in happiness.

Ling Xiaodong looked at Aunt Yun who was so easily satisfied beside him, for some reason, he felt like an old father in his heart, and a fatherly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It was as if Aunt Yun beside her was her own daughter.

When Ling Xiaodong was thinking this way, he involuntarily put his hand on Aunt Yun's satin-like black hair and rubbed it gently.

Immediately afterwards, he came back to his senses abruptly, realizing that this move seemed a little out of bounds, and quickly retracted his hand again.

Ye Yiyun was a little uncomfortable at first. She raised her head and glanced at Ling Xiaodong, who was in a panic in front of her. Her pretty face under the mask turned red, but she liked the warm feeling very much.

In the past, when he was the only one who touched Ling Xiaodong's head, he had never been touched by someone as if he were a junior.

Ye Yiyun grabbed Ling Xiaodong's hand and placed it on her head again.

"Touch it if you want..."

She whispered, then shyly lowered her head and licked the candy painting.

Ling Xiaodong was stunned for a moment, and tentatively stroked Aunt Yun's hair twice. Seeing that she had no objection, but her ears were just a little redder, he became bolder.

Ye Yiyun squinted her eyes slightly, feeling the gentle touch of Ling Xiaodong's big hand above her head.

There was sweet candy in her mouth, and the sweetness flowed down her throat and all the way to her heart, making her feel as if she was in a cloud.

"Would you like to try it?"

After Ling Xiaodong felt satisfied and put down his palm, Ye Yiyun's pretty face had completely turned red.

Dazed, she handed the sugar painting in her hand to Ling Xiaodong's mouth, wanting to share the same feelings with him.

Ling Xiaodong looked at the sugar painting in front of him that still had traces of Aunt Yun's saliva glistening, and he took a bite without being polite.

A bang.

The intact dragon-shaped sugar painting lost its dragon head in an instant.

"ah!"

Ye Yiyun exclaimed, and then she said a little angrily:

"I asked you to taste it! I didn't ask you to bite it!"

She watched with distress as she could only lick the candy paintings with her tongue, and then stared resentfully at Ling Xiaodong who was like a cow chewing peonies.

Chapter 158 Master and Disciple Encounter

Faced with Aunt Yun's slightly pursed lips and her complaining eyes, Ling Xiaodong had no choice but to pay for a new sugar painting to compensate Aunt Yun.