After Ye Zhibai said this, he felt regret in his heart.
This was not like his usual style, and most of the words were spoken by himself without even thinking about them.
It's like he's anxious, like he's trying to confirm something, or more like he's trying to win Jian Chen's attention out of spite.
... what a mess.
He mentally retracted his divergent thoughts. Although he was dissatisfied with his behavior just now, Ye Zhibai still looked at the other party with a straight face.
It looks like a large dog that is obviously impatient, but insists on staying aside obediently, waiting for the final judgment.
Jian Chen was amused by his own thoughts, but he was concerned about the other person's face, so he deliberately asked slowly: "What do you think I like?"
Ye Zhibai raised his eyes and said without hesitation: "I think you like smart people."
Jian Chen now confirmed the other person's memory status at this moment. He held his face in his hands and looked at the other person, pretending to be confused and asked: "Why?"
Ye Zhibai wanted to answer, but looking at the other party's cunning expression, he quickly realized that the other party was playing a trick on him.
His heart skipped a beat and he asked, "Young Valley Master, did you do this on purpose?"
"No," Jian Chen was not afraid if he saw it, and said in a drawl, "I was just asking."
Ye Zhibai was helpless by his cheating answer, so he just smiled and said nothing more.
Maybe it was the indescribable tacit understanding between the two, or maybe they didn't want to ruin the current atmosphere. Ye Zhibai didn't take the opportunity to ask about the puppet, and Jian Chen didn't ask about the change in the other person's sudden awakening.
Just tacitly maintaining peace, in the quiet environment, Jian Chen could not hold back a yawn and broke the silence.
"Sleepy?"
Ye Zhibai was sitting at the table changing the dressing on his hand at this time. He had cut hard and the incision was very deep. The hideous wound was lying on the palm of his hand, making Jian Chen not even dare to look at him.
Rubbing his eyes and shaking her head, Jian Chen answered all questions: "I'm not sleepy, just a little tired."
Maybe it was because he was too busy in the afternoon, but now that Ye Zhibai was sitting upright in front of him, the fatigue that had accumulated for a long time suddenly emerged.
"Just sit down for a while," Jian Chen lay on the table with his head hanging down. "Otherwise, you won't be able to sleep at night, and you have to eat later. I also stewed chicken soup."
Pouring the medicine that the young man had prepared before into his hand, Ye Zhibai lowered his head and sniffed it. One second he wanted to persuade the other party not to use such good medicine on such small injuries in the future, but the next second he raised his head after hearing the words. He glanced.
The young man in front of him was obviously very sleepy, but he still refused to sleep. When Ye Zhibai looked over, he happened to see the tears gathering at the end of Jian Chen's eyes.
If he can't drop it, it's extremely pitiful.
He speeded up and rewrapped the gauze on himself. Because he was in a hurry, his movements were not gentle, but Ye Zhibai seemed not to feel any pain at all, and his expression did not change at all.
In order to wake himself up, Jian Chen also shook his head and picked up the quilt beside him at this time, holding the water glass and taking a slow sip.
He moved slowly, lowering his head like a small animal drinking water in a safe environment. The whole process was very quiet and relaxed.
Ye Zhibai wanted to just get up, but the next moment he quickly remembered something, turned his head and looked at the bed.
He had vomited blood before, and even if he had the consciousness to control himself, he still soiled his clothes in the end.
However, the original smell of blood on his body has dissipated a lot. Now he has put on new clothes and medicine. At this moment, his whole body is surrounded by a faint medicinal fragrance of the same style as Jian Chen.
But the bed he had stayed in before was different.
Looking at the young man who said he was not sleepy, but in fact his head began to peck at rice bit by bit, Ye Zhibai reached out to take the cold cup from his hand, poured another cup of warm water, and asked : "Where is the quilt?"
Quilt?
With undisguised confusion in his eyes, Jian Chen raised his head and pointed to the bed slowly: "On the bed."
Realizing the ambiguity of what he just said, Ye Zhibai asked again: "Where is the new quilt?"
The sleepy young man just stared at him blankly, seeming to be thinking about what his words meant.
Ye Zhibai didn't rush him, so he took the initiative to give him a few choices: "Put it in the cabinet, or in another room?"
Jian Chen blinked his eyes after a long while, raised his head and answered, "in the cabinet."
The sky outside had begun to get dark, and now it was too late to wash and dry the quilt, so Ye Zhibai had no choice but to use a new set to let Jian Chen sleep for the night.
"Do you allow me to touch your bed?" he asked again.
At this time, Jian Chen finally figured out what the other party was going to do, and struggled to get up: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome."
The young man had buried his whole head in his arms just now, but now he suddenly raised his head and didn't even notice a bunch of hair sticking up on the top of his head.
The still sleepy young man's steps were a little weak. As soon as he stood up while supporting the table, a hand fell on his shoulder, and he pressed himself back with light force.
Ye Zhibai stuffed a candied fruit into his mouth, and finally couldn't help but push down the strand of hair on Jian Chen's head. Ye Zhibai fixed the person in front of the table and looked at him: "I want it."
"I like to listen to you tell stories on a clean bed," he randomly found a reason, but as soon as he said the words, he went on naturally, "or I tell you stories."
After Ye Zhibai said these words, he walked towards the cabinet that Jian Chen was talking about, while the young man sat blankly at the table, watching the other person's movements skillfully arranging the quilt, and followed quietly with his lips pursed.
"Want to help?" He asked softly from behind Ye Zhibai.
Although changing the quilt is a bit tedious, overall it is not difficult.
Pinch.
Standing at the head of the bed, Ye Zhibai glanced back, tilted his head and said, "no, but I may need your help with the chicken soup in the kitchen."
Being reminded so suddenly by him, Jian Chen opened his eyes wide, exclaimed and ran outside quickly.
He almost forgot that there was such a thing.
Jian Chen only smelled the aroma of chicken soup in the air after he went out. He trotted through the corridors, rolled up his sleeves and got into the kitchen, constantly sighing in his heart for the man's keen sense of smell.
Because he had been burned in the afternoon, Jian Chen was very careful with his movements this time, even taking very small steps back.
So much so that Ye Zhibai had already made the bed and put back the words that Jian Chen had hidden under the pillow intact. When he came out holding the old quilt and wanted to ask the young man where he put it, he stood in the corridor and returned. Looking over, he saw the young man walking slowly towards him in the last warm light of the setting sun.
The chicken soup in his hand had probably just been poured out, and it was still steaming, covering half of Jian Chen's face in haze.
Attracted by the figure standing not far away, Jian Chen raised his head in the mist, his eyebrows under the mist were still curved, and he smiled at the other person.
"Hurry in," Jian Chen quickened his pace and urged Ye Zhibai as he passed by, "I'll bring the rice over right away."
Moving a chair and spreading the quilt on top, Ye Zhibai patted the wrinkles on his clothes and pushed back the young man who had just entered the room not long ago and was about to go out again.
"I'll go," he said, "would you like more or less?"
"Less," Jian Chen stopped following his strength, and finally added expectantly, "can you stir-fry some more vegetables for me?"
He was walking in a hurry just now, but he forgot to add something to his dinner.
Afraid of being troubled by the other party, Jian Chen thought for a moment and then added: "Anything is fine, as long as it's green vegetables. I won't pick them from the basket on the right side of the kitchen door."
Ye Zhibai was just stunned for a moment and then quickly responded.
Although the man still looked normal now, Jian Chen was still concerned about whether his brain was normal or not, so he sent a small animal to follow him.
So the first one and the second one disappeared down the corridor. Jian Chen stood at the door and looked at them. He turned around and opened the script to read the next plot.
He remembered that something was going to happen in the next few days, but he had been focusing on Ye Zhibai these past few days, and he really couldn't remember the specific content at this time.
Sitting on a chair, he read the script at a glance. Thinking that his family member had already ruined the character of the protagonist at the beginning of the small world, he took the initiative to ignore the interaction between the protagonist and the original owner in the script, and directly wrote focus on the twist at the back.
The script said that when the protagonist is almost trained, the original owner will take him for a walk down the mountain. During this period, he will be seen by enemies on the street.
Because the protagonist at that time was very different from his previous state, the enemy hid in the dark and observed for a long time. It was not until he followed the original owner back to Yaowang Valley and heard some conversations that he was sure that the other party had been made into a puppet by the young valley master.
Thinking that the good chief would one day fall to this level, the enemy laughed inwardly, so he turned around and pretended to be an injured person to approach the original owner, and inadvertently mentioned the method of drug users testing drugs.
At that time, the original owner happened to have a headache in this area. When he said this, he immediately thought of the protagonist, and that's what happened next.
Thinking that the other cannon fodder in this world would not tamper with characters as unscrupulously as Ye Zhibai, Jian Chen counted the days according to the script with his fingers, and mentally noted that there was about half a month left before that plot point. He plans to make some preparations in advance at that time.
As for the middle half of the month, he looked through the relevant plots left and right without seeing any storyline, so he held his head and started thinking about things he could do.
Then he remembered the agricultural encyclopedia he bought not long ago.
So when Ye Zhibai came back with the small animals and brought rice and vegetables to Jian Chen, he heard the young man next to him curiously asking: "Can you grow vegetables?"
Ye Zhibai, who has practiced martial arts and sword since childhood: ?
He lowered his head and saw that Jian Chen's expression didn't look like he was joking, so he gave the other person his chopsticks and asked, "is it because the food is not enough, or is there not enough money?"
Jian Chen shook his head: "That's enough."
Although Yaowang Valley has fallen into decline, it has accumulated a lot of things over the years. Even when the original owner was finally hunted down, the cost of food, clothing, housing and transportation was still very generous.
Moreover, for Jian Chen himself, the man in the last world also gave him a salary card, plus the points he saved from doing tasks, no matter how he looks at it, he will not starve himself.
Thinking like this, he stuck his head out, got closer to the other person and asked, "literally, can you grow vegetables?"
Ye Zhibai served Jian Chen a bowl of soup and asked, "do you think I can do it?"
In his own mind, a man is always capable of anything. Even if he needs to repair a cat climbing frame, he can still roll up his sleeves and read the instructions.
Jian Chen wanted to nod without thinking, but before he made a move, something suddenly came to his mind.
His alfalfa.
Jian Chen once handed over the large patch of alfalfa on the balcony to the other party, but when he came out of the small dark room, finished eating the inventory and went to take a look at the balcony on a whim, he found that the lush green plants had already withered by that time.
At first Jian Chen thought it was the result of the cooling weather and the fact that he didn't take care of them in time in the dark room.
But when next spring, he bought another batch online and put them on the balcony, and once again handed over the task of taking care of them to a man, he finally realized that the legendary plant killer was actually around him.
The memory in his mind was not a good one, but it was enough to impress Jian Chen deeply.
Looking at Ye Zhibai who tilted his head to look at him, Jian Chen blinked and said seriously: "I don't think you can."
It is true that Ye Zhibai doesn't know how to do it, but admitting that he can't do it himself and being judged by others as saying that he can't do it are two completely different situations.
What's more, the person who said this now was still Jian Chen. Even after giving the answer, he looked at her with pity and sighed softly at the end.
The chopsticks in his hand were suddenly clenched tightly. Ye Zhibai's expression did not change, he just raised his eyes and said, "I think I can do it."
?
Jian Chen was confused: "What can you say?"
"Grow vegetables."
Although he really didn't want to associate these two words with himself, Ye Zhibai didn't know why he was so persistent, so he continued: "I think I can learn it."
He said this so confidently that Jian Chen was embarrassed to expose him, so he had no choice but to bite his chopsticks and nod.
"Okay," he took a step back, "I will give you the book then, and you just follow the steps above."
The books he bought at a large price from the system store are especially suitable for novices.
As a little rabbit who has grown radishes and vegetables with his family since he was a child, Jian Chen is very familiar with growing vegetables, so he bought the book and read it through, and got a general grasp of it.
Thinking that many contents in the book were equipped with illustrations and detailed text introductions, Jian Chen found an opportunity to ask the customer service to convert it into an ancient version of the book, so he took it out of the system space when he got up to look through the books in the cabinet. Take it out.
"You can just read this when the time comes," Jian Chen encouraged him. "It's very simple. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."
So the plan was made. In the morning, he would dry the medicine in the yard. In the afternoon, if the weather allowed, he would find some seeds suitable for sowing in autumn and winter and sow them.
"If you're lucky, you can eat it next year," Jian Chen said with great excitement, "vegetables, self-sufficient!"
Ye Zhibai couldn't understand why Jian Chen was so keen on fruits and vegetables, but seeing the joy on his eyebrows, he said, "well, next year will be fine."
Yesterday, because Ye Zhibai was mentally ill, he had no after-dinner activities at night.
Now Jian Chen had been observing the other party for a long time. Seeing that Ye Zhibai had maintained a familiar state since he woke up, he stopped the other party after he finished washing the dishes and asked, "can you take me to the roof tonight?"
This was an activity he had been looking forward to in his mind since the last world.
When watching TV in the past, Jian Chen often watched those characters fly to the roof, one or a few people sitting on it, drinking and chatting.
Now they have finally reached an era suitable for doing this kind of thing. Jian Chen tugged on Ye Zhibai's sleeve and gestured with others: "Just go to that roof."
The place he was pointing to was the highest place in the entire village. Jian Chen had been there, but he felt that when he sat on it and looked down, he could see scenery he had never seen before.
"And there's still a moon tonight, and they said there will be fireworks later."
He heard this from the market. He said that today happened to be a festival and there were particularly lively activities in the evening.
Jian Chen originally planned to drag the person down the mountain to participate in the festival, but considering that the other person's body had not fully recovered, and if he stayed up late, he would not be able to get up the next day, he had to be a little reluctant. He gave up the idea.
"But we can go down the mountain during the Chinese New Year," Jian Chen had already planned. "I heard they said it was much more lively than now. There were flower boats and performances, which would last all day and night."
Ye Zhibai naturally knew this. When he was still in the sect, he would be dragged out by the sect every year to participate in such activities.
But at that time, he was not interested in such crowded and lively events. He usually followed his senior brothers and sisters and quietly remained a bystander.
But now listening to Jian Chen's description, Ye Zhibai's heart suddenly softened, and he had a lot more expectations inexplicably.
"Okay," he responded, "let's go down the mountain together then."
After finally finding an opportunity and getting the man's permission, Jian Chen excitedly prepared the things he would need later under Ye Zhibai's gaze.
Just like what we saw in previous TV series, he washed the fruit, separated out a few pieces of candy cake from the snacks, and also took out the wine he secretly bought at the market for the first time.
Arranging them neatly in the basket, Jian Chen found Ye Zhibai who was standing in the corridor looking up at the moon, and gently stretched out his hand to poke the other person's back.
"I'm ready."
His eyes were bright, and he opened his hands toward people as he spoke: "You can take me flying."
Ye Zhibai was amused by his serious expression: "Where did you learn this posture?"
"See what others see."
Jian Chen didn't have the nerve to tell the other party that not only was this action his own, but he also simulated the scene several times in his mind, so he replied stiffly: "They are all like this."
How could anyone do this?
In Ye Zhibai's memory, he used to go to the rooftop to drink with his friends or classmates, but no one dared to open their hands in front of him, indicating that he would carry him up.
Unable to hold back a chuckle in his heart, Ye Zhibai met the other party's gaze, lowered his eyes and followed the other party's hint, and even hugged the other party's waist before waiting for Jian Chen's formal order.
Because he was afraid of the cold, Jian Chen specially put on a cloak when he entered the house. Now standing under the moonlight, he looked like a furry animal at first glance.
But when Ye Zhibai really put his hand on the opponent's waist and restrained his strength, he realized that if the opponent was really a small animal, it would only be an animal that would explode wildly when the weather is cold.
No one could be so thin.
Naturally ignoring the small animals left sleeping in the room, Ye Zhibai sighed softly in his heart, and unconsciously maintained this posture for a long time. When Jian Chen raised his head in confusion, his cheek brushed against the man's chin, and he breathed it almost fell on his lips, Ye Zhibai suddenly regained his composure.
"Sorry." That's what he said, but his posture didn't change at all.
Jian Chen looked at him without saying anything, then saw Ye Zhibai's gaze shifted and he softly said: "Hold me tight."
Obediently, he stretched out his arms and placed his hands on the other person's lower back. As if this action was not enough, Jian Chen leaned forward again and stuffed himself into the other person's arms.
"I'm holding you tight."
The young man's serious tone came from the air, and the person in his arms was extremely well-behaved. As he spoke, he seemed to find this posture uncomfortable, so he simply moved his head towards him.
"It's okay now." After noticing Ye Zhibai's preoccupation, Jian Chen thought it was because he had not met the other party's requirements and wondered, "do you want me to hold you tighter?"
Seeing that the person in his arms was really thinking seriously again, before the other person had time to lift his legs and hang his whole body directly on his body, Ye Zhibai took a silent breath and patted the other person's back.
"Alright."
He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the shallow breath that fell by his ear.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
Jian Chen nodded, his long soft hair intertwined with Ye Zhibai's. He clenched the basket in his hand and replied, "it's ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Chen felt like he was suddenly airborne.
Even since the last world, he had thought about this scene several times in his mind, and he had made full preparations in his mind just now, but he really saw with his own eyes that the ground under his feet was getting farther and farther away from him. When he was flying, Jian Chen's eyes widened slightly at the wonderful feeling of flying.
Subconsciously, he tightened his grip on the other person's clothes. When he was led to stand on the roof, Jian Chen was still in a state of surprise and daze.
He didn't let go of his arm around Ye Zhibai's waist. Instead, he held it harder than he had just done on the ground.
For the first time in his life, he was restrained in this position. Ye Zhibai looked down at the other person's still trembling eyelashes, and his tone became softer unconsciously: "Are you scared?"
"... No." Jian Chen's voice sounded normal. He turned his head and looked around, but his tone suddenly rose, "it's amazing!"
He pinched the other person's cheek out of habit. When the person in his arms looked up at him, Ye Zhibai took his hand back as if he had reacted.
"What's wrong?" he asked seemingly unintentionally.
Seeing that the other person was still looking at him seriously, Jian Chen secretly smiled, then put his arms around the other person's waist, raised his head and leaned in front of the other person, and the way he wanted to kiss or not succeeded in making people breathe.
"Happy!"
That's what he said, and when the distance between the two was completely closed, he took a step back, picked up the basket, and found a place to sit down carefully.
Jian Chen took out everything he had prepared before and moved slowly. When he put the empty basket aside and picked up a piece of candy cake to put into his mouth, he turned around and saw Ye Zhibai still standing where he was just now, looking at himself with his back to the moonlight.
For some reason, Jian Chen felt a sense of danger when he was looking at him like this.
"Ye Zhibai?" The young man shrank his head and spoke softly, with a questioning tone that successfully made the man take a step closer to him.
Ye Zhibai, who was shrouded in the moonlight, spoke calmly, but he did not sit down, which made Jian Chen unable to see the specific expression on his face: "What's wrong?"
Carefully moving some distance to the side, Jian Chen secretly looked at the other person: "Why don't you sit down?"
"Not in a hurry."
Ye Zhibai made no move and just continued to maintain his standing posture.
The evening breeze that slipped through the air blew through the black hair, and then blew up the man's sleeves, making his figure standing in the night look mysterious and unfamiliar.
Jian Chen was a little chilled by the wind, lowered his head and tightened his cloak, then thought about it and put on his hat as well.
The warmth that enveloped him made him sigh in relief. At the same time, because this action successfully blocked his peripheral vision, Jian Chen changed his position and continued to raise his head.
At this time, Ye Zhibai finally moved.
He lifted up his clothes and sat down next to Jian Chen, but he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. He was sitting very close to the young man and almost squeezed the wine bottle placed there.
Reaching out in time to bring the bottle towards him, Jian Chen rearranged the things and muttered, "why are you so close to me?"
Ye Zhibai's pale pupils shrank slightly in the moonlight. He lowered his head and asked calmly: "Don't want to?"
"No."
Although he didn't know why, Jian Chen was still keenly aware of the other party's emotional changes.
He pursed his lips, imitated the movements the other party often made, tilted his head, and said accusingly: "Did you do this on purpose?"
After being exposed like this, Ye Zhibai admitted generously: "Yes."
This sentence was something Jian Chen said casually as he thought about it. Although the other party's answer was expected, the overall performance left Jian Chen a little confused.
"Are you unhappy?" he asked quietly.
In fact, Ye Zhibai himself didn't know why this happened. His mood swings just now were beyond his expectation. But now he was sitting next to the young man, lowering his eyes and thinking. All that came to his mind was the face that the other person had come closer to, and how he could just lower his head slightly. Just reach the lips.
Pity.
He muttered this word in his heart for no reason, and his earlobes, which were successfully covered by black hair because of the tilt of his head, still had a burning temperature.
Ye Zhibai let out a silent breath and then raised the question from the afternoon again: "So you like smart people, right?"
"What?"
Jian Chen himself is a person with a very fast thinking, but now he not only failed to follow Ye Zhibai's thoughts, but also couldn't even figure out the cause and effect of his words.
He expressed his doubts on the side, but Ye Zhibai thought to himself: "But you also have a good attitude towards being obedient but stupid..."
Jian Chen was so surprised that he didn't even chew the candy cake in his mouth. He sat aside and stared at the other party blankly. After Ye Zhibai finished speaking softly, he realized something late.
"So you are unhappy," he said tentatively, "want to know when did I like you?"
Ye Zhibai failed to control the aura around him this time. His brows were cold and he looked sideways, looking just like what was described in the script, with an attitude that was not easy to mess with.
But Jian Chen looked at the other party's tight lips and smiled with his eyes bent.
"I will not tell you."
He finally knew what the other party was struggling with. Jian Chen lowered his head and took another bite of the sweet cake. He felt that the taste in his mouth was both sweet and sour.
Ye Zhibai was not angry when he pointed it out like this. He just lowered his eyes and regained his composure: "Why didn't you say it?"
The sour taste in his mouth became much stronger. Jian Chen touched an orange and peeled it slowly. After a long time, he said, "has anyone ever told you that you are so naive?"
He had been worried before that after the other person grew a brain, he would really be like the protagonist in the plot and show an unfriendly attitude toward him.
But now Jian Chen feels that he has really thought too much. Even if Ye Zhibai has a brain, he can only be a love brain in front of him.
The sudden thought quickly materialized in his mind. Thinking of the man with a serious face, but when he saw a heart hanging on top of his head, Jian Chen was finally amused by himself.
After he finished speaking and ignored himself, Ye Zhibai silently moved closer to him.
"No one dares to say such things in front of me," he said, and then gave a serious explanation for the second half of the young man's words, "and I'm not naive."
Carrying aside the wine that was standing between the two of them, Ye Zhibai leaned down and lifted up the other person's cloak, and asked very persistently: "Are you really not going to tell me?"
Jian Chen was stunned for a moment by his sudden approach. Jian Chen still held a few orange segments in his hand, so he simply raised his hand and slowly stuffed them into the other person's mouth.
"Fake," he said in a sincere tone, "I'll tell you now."
Thinking that if he didn't say anything, the other party might do something to him next moment, Jian Chen glanced at the other party and could only answer: "I like it all."
"Really?" Ye Zhibai asked with narrowed eyes.
The other party's tone was obviously unbelieving, but Jian Chen turned his head and looked at the other party with strange eyes: "That's right."
"Isn't it all you?"
"..." Ye Zhibai glanced at him coolly, straightened up and thought for a moment, then said, "then I still think you like smart people."
Jian Chen frowned, as if this topic seemed familiar.
But he didn't say anything when he was confused. He just felt that giving a contrary answer to the other party at this time was not a good choice, so he had no choice but to nod along with the other party's words: "Okay, you are right."
The young man's voice sounded particularly perfunctory at first glance, but Ye Zhibai seemed to be convinced and continued: "What's the point of being stupid? You can't understand human speech."
He was scolding himself for the first time he had seen this. Jian Chen was so shocked that he forgot what he was going to do. He just hurriedly turned on the camera system and planned to record this miraculous scene.
But Ye Zhibai was only surprised for a while. After saying this, he closed his mouth. As if he had successfully brought back his character, he spoke again: "Is it cold?"
He went too far with this topic, but Jian Chen understood it and shook his head in cooperation: "It's okay."
After saying this, he lowered his head and gnawed on the cake again. Jian Chen wanted to take a sneak peek at the other person's expression, but before he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Zhuangzi below, which was some distance away from him but not too far away. Dots of red suddenly lit up in the distance.
"Wow."
This was the first time he saw such a scene. Jian Chen sighed subconsciously and heard the man who had returned to normal say: "It's the Lantern Festival."
This is a unique festival in this world. Jian Chen has never heard of it before and only had a glimpse of it when reading the script.
At that time, he felt that this kind of festival had little to do with him, but now looking at the particularly lively scene there, he couldn't help but be amazed.
"I seemed to see a lot of people gathering together," he squinted his eyes to identify them carefully, "they seemed to be dancing something."
"Well," Ye Zhibai followed his gaze, "they're praying for marriage."
In the first month of late autumn every year, when the moon is at its fullest, it is the best time for everyone to gather together and dance to pray for marriage.
As Ye Zhibai explained to Jian Chen, he saw the young valley master showing curiosity, looking at him and asking: "Is it really possible to pray for marriage?"
"I have no idea."
Ye Zhibai shook his head: "I have never participated."
He didn't lie. Although he had experienced many Lantern Festivals before, none of them had ever made him interested in participating in the most meaningful event.
"I don't believe in that," was his reply.
Jian Chen looked at him, then turned his gaze to the market in the distance, and said softly, "then what do you believe?"
"Trust the feeling."
Ye Zhibai sat next to him and slowly poured a glass of wine: "I believe in my eyes and my heart."
He couldn't say anything specific, but if he really had to explain it, it would probably be love at first sight, or like the legendary destiny.
He was silent for a while, then opened his lips again: "I still believe you."
Ye Zhibai's inexplicable and sudden words made Jian Chen a little surprised.
He knew that the two bound people would definitely feel something when they entered the small world, but he didn't expect that the emotion would be so strong. It was so strong that even if the person's memory was blocked and the memory of the protagonist was instilled in him, he could still make the other person fall in love with him at first sight. Take a fancy to himself.
He felt a little happy in his heart, but Jian Chen covered it up and just curled his eyes and asked, "really?"
Fireworks were set off in the distance at this time, and the beautiful patterns that suddenly exploded in the air made Jian Chen seem to have returned to the previous scene. The afterimages of the fireworks were reflected in his eyes, but a man came closer to his ears, speaking in a low voice: "Yeah."
Secretly squeezing the other person's hand, Jian Chen whispered: "Me too."
After he said this, he felt a little embarrassed. When Ye Zhibai didn't react, he quickly grabbed the wine glass in his hand and poured the wine into his mouth without thinking.
Jian Chen had never drank. In the last world, he was watched by his man. He could be said to have successfully avoided drinking. But the more he did this, the more he became curious about wine. The rare rebellious little rabbit wanted to drink and have a good time in this world.
When he went to the market last time, he originally wanted to imitate the knights on TV and go to the tavern to act boldly and ask the waiter to get some strong drinks. However, as soon as Jian Chen stepped through the door that day, he was immediately slapped by the owner and the waiter.
When he hesitated and said that he wanted to buy spirits, the fierce-looking shopkeeper with a big beard was the first to disagree. He dragged Jian Chen to persuade him for a long time, and then he looked at the other party's persistent gaze, poured someone a bottle of fruit wine.
It still has the least staying power, smells sweet and sweet, and tastes sweet and sour plum flavor.
Now the sweet and sour taste in the mouth covered up the spiciness and filled the mouth. This bottle of fruit wine was not as unpleasant to drink as expected, and Jian Chen immediately had a good impression of it.
As if he was afraid that Ye Zhibai would continue to block him like in the previous world, Jian Chen smacked his lips, and before the other party spoke, he raised her head and said to others: "I have a good drinker."
After finally finding an opportunity, Jian Chen thought about it and quickly added: "Don't stop me, this is an order."
Although he was very reluctant, the hand of the puppet surnamed Ye paused in mid-air and was finally forced to let go because of the order spit out from Jian Chen's mouth.
The young man under the full moon seemed to have found new fun. While sipping fruit wine and eating sweet cakes, he also dragged people to tell them the legend of the rabbit on the moon.
"It's super cute. We rabbits are all very cute!"
The little drunkard could only listen to one sentence out of ten. It wasn't until his cheeks turned red and his eyes were filled with moisture that Ye Zhibai, who finally resisted his instinct, stopped the wine glass in his hand.
Jian Chen's head was pinched and he turned around in a daze. Jian Chen looked at the person in front of him in confusion.
Jian Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Zhibai for a long time. While the man's lips became more tense, his eyes suddenly widened in surprise, and then as if to confirm something, he suddenly reached out and pinched the other man's face.
The skin under his hands was not as cold and stiff as Ye Zhibai showed. Jian Chen leaned his head over and looked at the person left and right for a long time. Then his tone of voice rose slightly, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
"Ye Zhibai!" He called the other party's name.
At this time, Jian Chen lowered his voice again, maybe because he was drunk, or maybe he was a little sleepy. In short, his tone sounded soft, and even the word order was a bit strange, "there are two of you."
After saying this, he shook his head again, and then asked again in a super quiet voice: "Ye Zhibai, tell me, did you secretly learn some clone technique behind my back just to let me praise you?"