Enjoying clouds and dreams, Shuang Jie was drunk at the moon (1).

Jiang Cheng stood at the bow with a negative hand and let the boat drift with the tide. He looked up slightly and looked at the dark river in the distance. The wind blows the lotus leaves, and the evening wind brings lotus fragrance and rustles.

His lips moved "Wei Wuxian!" Jiang Cheng right hand suddenly pulled out three poisons, turned and drew a sword light, purple light hidden in the thick night, still dazzling, "what ..."

What? !

It turned out to be empty behind him, rippling by the shock wave of water, and the purple gas slowly dissipated, and Jiang Cheng's swordsman clenched involuntarily. What was he doing just now? What are you thinking about? Is Wei envious?

His sword clanged. Jiang Cheng frowned, put one hand on the hilt, silently cursing himself and silently sighing.

He was killed by Wen Ning without jealousy, and then killed the teacher's sister by mistake in a mass grave, resulting in family destruction and displacement. Now that he has borrowed Mo Yuxuan's body, he wants to see him again ... What a pity!

What would he do if he really saw it? Throw it over here? Jiang Cheng couldn't help but reach out and rubbed his eyebrows. Why do you have a headache at the thought of Wei Wuxian? If it is a malefic, evil spirits are heretics! I don't want to!

"hey! What is a person thinking? " Someone gave a hearty laugh and casually asked behind Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng didn't move. He didn't know this man, but how could he not know the light tone? Yes, it is Wei Wuxian.

"Really, Jiang Cheng, that's the appraisal as soon as we met?" Wei envy tone slightly disappointed, his feet, gently landed on Jiang Cheng boat, "what? Don't even look at me? "

"You ..." Jiang wanted to answer him, but he didn't want this person to buckle his wrist. When he pulled it back, Jiang cost was unprepared and fell into the man's arms as soon as he pulled it.

"Let go!" Jiang Chengyi bumped into Wei Wuxian's chest, immediately slapped Wei Wuxian's hand, stepped back, stood firmly, raised his chin slightly, and looked at the person in front of him coldly. "What?"

The night is dim, and the cold Bai Yueguang shines on them. The shining light is attached to Wei Wuxian's red hair belt, and the bright red flutters gently with the evening breeze. Jiang Cheng looked at him quietly. It was Mo and Wei Wuxian.

"Looking for you to drink!" Who knows that the man didn't mind his indifference, cocked his head, smiled, sat down casually, took out two small jars of wine and pushed them to Jiang Cheng. "Gusu Tianzi laughs and buys you a drink!"

Jiang Cheng took the wine and glanced at him. "Where's Master Lan?"

"I came to see you on purpose." Wei Wuxian didn't answer him and took a sip of wine. "Good wine!" Jiang Cheng didn't ask, but looked up and drank a few mouthfuls of wine.

Clouds are misty, jumping from time to time, overlapping layers, shaded by bright moonlight, and the wind stops. The two of them just sat opposite each other, drinking in the moonlight and looking up at each other's eyes. No one spoke, but there was a smile on their brow.

Just like before, Wei Wuxian was around, laughing and cursing, laughing and laughing. Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a little at ease and could not help leaning against Wei without envy.

At night, the weather began to cool down, the water rippled, and the cold in the water slowly invaded the upper body, which coincided with the alcohol attack. Jiang Cheng felt his face burning, breathing cold air, his chest feeling stuffy and his breathing blocked.

"Jiang Chengcheng, you see how old you are? It's funny to blush after drinking! Ha ha ha ha ha ..... "Wei Wuxian stared at him seriously for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he fell on Jiang Cheng's lap, clutching his stomach and laughing.

"Hum! Drunk! " Jiang Cheng is also a smile. He flicked Wei Wuxian's forehead. The evening breeze brushed his skirt gently. Jiang Cheng felt his head was heavy, his eyelids jumped a few times, and he slowly lowered his head and stuck it on Wei Wuxian's forehead.

* class, class, class, write tomorrow (≧? ≦)! How nice of them!