An unhappy and stern look appeared on the handsome face under the mask of the evil ghost with red face and fangs, hidden under the mask.

Rong Ting circled his fingers impatiently, and there was an unspeakable irritability in his heart.

The surnamed Yang, he didn't want to hear every word he said.

But his ears were erect, and he didn't want to miss a word.

Jiang Rao seemed to be greeted by a blow in the head, but she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Marriage... She has been away from Jihuan for nearly two years. What is the marriage? What is the marriage?

It is too early!

Jiang Rao frowned slightly.

The small bridge is flowing, the lights are dim, the dim light and shadow, and the frowning beauty's eyebrows are picturesque. Yang Xiuzhu looked crazy for a while, and undisguised surprise flashed in his eyes.

He said warmly, "I wonder if Xiaosheng can go with the girl tonight?"

A few days ago, he bought medicine for his sister at home, and when he passed her family's carriage on the street of the hospital, he happened to see her lift the curtain and look out.

A startled glance,

Unforgettable.

Even if she didn't get married, he could wait as long as the marriage could be settled first.

Today, his father went to test his words for him, but was rejected by Jiang Siye.

He doesn't give up.

I heard that Fourth Master Jiang is very fond of his daughter. If he wins her love first, the marriage may go smoothly.

Tonight he thought that she might come to Suzaku Bridge to set up Kongming lanterns, and he waited here early, but he didn't expect to actually wait.

Yang Xiuzhu said warmly, his eyes full of expectations.

Rong Ting clenched his chin into a sharp line.

The breath in his heart couldn't go any further, and the hand on the side of the wheelchair almost broke the wooden arm support.

In Rong Ting's character, there has always been a bit of morbid madness.

But he has always been able to control himself very well, and rarely shows his emotions. Until now, a hot fire ignited in his heart, burning, breaking the string of reason, which made him panic and couldn't control himself.

He narrowed his eyes.

In the glazed long eyes, thick clouds of sullenness accumulated, hiding aggression.

Like a little leopard defending its territory.

Jiang Rao frowned.

She just met him once, and he invited her to go with her, and her instinctive reaction was to refuse.

Jiang Rao shook her head at Yang Xiuzhu and was about to speak, but Yang Xiuzhu hurried before her refusal and said in advance, "It's really hard for you, a little girl, to push this wheelchair, it's better for Xiaosheng to walk with you and push the wheelchair for you. "

After he finished speaking, he bowed his hands in a salute, and behaved like an elegant literati.

What he said was that he wanted to help others, but his attitude was very low, and his etiquette was so thoughtful that even if Jiang Rao wanted to reject him, he couldn't bear to say heavy words, and smiled apologetically at him.

Click.

The arm rest finally cracked.

The wheelchair suddenly slipped out of the hands of Jiang Rao and Yang Xiuzhu.

Rong Ting turned his head back, pressing his palms on the arm rests, controlled the wheelchair by himself, and walked forward.

Under the mask, the jade face is gloomy, and the eyes are also dark.

The back is full of thorns.

Jiang Rao raised her foot and chased after him.

He was clearly angry.

It was her negligence, just talking to Yang Xiuzhu, and letting his hand rest on his wheelchair for so long must have annoyed him.

It was as if in a dream she once served him to take a bath in the soup pool. A young boy who had just come to work as a helper saw her pushing a wheelchair out. angry.

If she hadn't knelt down and begged him that time, the little helper might have died.

Even if she begged for mercy, in the next few days, his face was as cold as the night before the storm, and within a few days, the little helper was fired.

Jiang Rao hurried to catch up, holding Rong Ting's wheelchair.

Seeing his slender fingers clenching the crossbar on the wheelchair, the blue veins burst out. don't know if it was because it was too laborious to push the wheelchair on the slope, or because he was too angry.

But looking at him wearing a mask and hanging his head, it has nothing to do with pleasure.

She was nervous for a while, and she didn't notice that even though Rong Ting was holding the toys she bought in his arms, he was still able to draw them out.

Yang Xiuzhu's concerned voice came from behind, "Girl, are you alright."

Afraid that Yang Xiuzhu would suddenly come over and help with bad things, Jiang Rao turned around and stopped him with a bitter face, "Young Master Yang, don't come here."

Because he was impatient, he seemed to be rebuked.

Across the crowd, a line was drawn between Yang Xiuzhu and Yang Xiuzhu.

Yang Xiuzhu paused in embarrassment, looking awkward and awkward.

Rong Ting stretched out his fingers.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly.

As soon as Jiang Rao's words were out of his mouth, Fang noticed that his tone was a little heavy.

She calmed down, "Thank you Young Master Yang."

The raised corners of his mouth suddenly retracted.

"But you and I met for the first time today, so we don't have to go together."

Jiang Rao said to Yang Xiuzhu in a serious and polite tone.

Jiang Raohuan is quite recognizable.

Although Young Master Yang in front of him was born with a gentle and elegant appearance, he mentioned his marriage to her as soon as he came up.

Even if her father was there and the marriage didn't happen, she still felt awkward no matter how she looked at him, and it felt awkward to be with him.

After she finished speaking, she bowed to Yang Xiuzhu and pushed Rong Ting away.

As a well-known talent in Yecheng, Yang Xiuzhu has always been touted and chased by others. His eyes are higher than the top, and he has never put any girl in his eyes.

Today was the first time he was chasing someone, but he was sullen.

Yang Xiuzhu raised his eyes and looked at the back of Jiang Rao leaving.

Her figure was mixed in the crowd on the bridge, her walking manners were excellent, her temperament was extremely bright, and she was well educated at a glance.

The disappointment in his heart disappeared a little, and he lowered his head and smiled again.

I thought to myself that I was rejected, which I should have.

A girl from a good family, how could anyone who has met for the first time casually invite them and immediately agree.

It was he who was too impatient, and made Meng Lang abruptly.

...

As soon as he turned around, Yang Xiuzhu saw his direct sister Yang Qi'an and looked at him angrily.

Yang Qi'an pouted, his face was extremely ugly, and he was panting, apparently just found his brother.

Her tone was not good, her mouth pouted, "Did my brother come out to find that woman?"

Her brother never participated in these festivals, and the first time he came out today, it must be for the girl he liked!

But Yang Qi'an was unwilling.

She has promised the little sisters in Yecheng's circle of noble girls, whoever makes her happy, will help that person and her brother connect.

She just wants to choose the right sister-in-law for her.

"Pray for peace!" Yang Xiuzhu's face turned cold, "Be respectful in your tone."

Yang Qi'an stomped, "Humph! I don't want to call her my sister-in-law!"

...

On the Suzaku Bridge, Kongming lanterns rose one after another.

Unexpectedly, the more you push up, the less energy it takes. On the bridge, Jiang Rao stopped and blocked two stones under the wheel.

He took the Kongming lantern handed over by Ming Shao, and after pasting it, he handed the note to Rong Ting, asking Rong Ting to write his wish on the note, and then he lowered his head and wrote his own.

With each stroke, she first asked for the safety of her parents and family, for the prosperity of her family and not to fall, and she also asked herself not to become a slave in the future, and she did not want to be someone else's slave. After thinking about it, she will be fourteen next year, and the first In 2008, I wanted to learn the female precepts for women. I heard that it was very boring, so I also wrote the article about not learning women's precepts.

The small note was filled to the brim by her little greedy.

She tethered the note to the Kongming lantern, turned to look at Rong Ting, but saw that he did not move a word, and asked curiously, "Why don't you write it?"

Rong Ting's brows were calm.

The sullen breath in his heart has not yet dissipated.

In her mind, she recalled the smile she had just given to the man named Yang.

Beautiful and ugly. He felt a sullen anger in his heart and had nothing to express, and wrapped his fingers tightly, feeling that this fire was inexplicable, he said gloomily: "You go and put your lights on first."

Through the mask, Jiang Rao couldn't see his face, but only heard from his voice that his voice was a little deep and his emotions were a little wrong.

Jiang Rao didn't ask, but pouted, picked up the pen again, and stuffed another line of small characters on the already filled paper.

—[Make him be nice to me].

After she finished writing, she stood up, lit the wick in the Kongming Lantern, lay down beside the bridge, and let go of her hand.

She raised her small chin and looked eagerly at her Kongming lantern, watching it fly into the sky and become a firefly in the night sky.

Unexpectedly, the wind was blown by a sudden gust of wind and fell straight into the river under the Suzaku Bridge. The candle was soaked in water and extinguished.

The bright light in Jiang Rao's eyes followed and disappeared.

She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and she lowered her head, but said to herself, "It's alright."

She sniffed in the cold wind, her white neck was like a crushed lotus leaf, and her head was lowered, "It's because I'm too greedy, I write too many wishes, and it's too heavy."

The next moment, a piece of paper was stuffed into his hand.

When she looked up at Rong Ting, he was not looking away, only to let her see the profile of the face pressed under the mask, with a clear and beautiful jawline.

She was stunned, and Rong Ting said, "My Kongming Lantern, you can use it."

"But if my wish is written on this paper, what should I do with your wish?"

His voice was so low that it sounded hoarse, "It's already written."

But the paper is blank!

Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment.

Does he mean that he has no wishes?

Just when she was thinking about it and didn't understand it, she heard him say strongly, "Write yours."

Seeing that she didn't move, he closed his eyes and said indifferently, "I wrote mine."