Qinmo took his time to finish writing the big characters, and called "boy" softly several times. Yanzi went back and forth several times, asking the young master what he wanted. He shook his head silently, and finally hummed out two words, "Brother Jing..." Yanzi raised his head and looked at the restless young master. He covered his mouth and laughed, "Pfft, Master, your brother Jing is late today. He comes to pick you up on weekdays." Qin Mo pouted angrily and looked at his servant, "Xiao Yanzi, you are asking for a beating." After saying this, he raised his hand, childishly ready to hit someone.
That day was Qin Mo's last memory of Jing Linghuan, and there were no more days of waiting for someone to pick him up. Later, I heard from Master that Jing Linghuan left with his family. The war was raging and too many people left. Qin Mo felt that those days of laughter were like an illusion. When we meet again, one is a prince with a heavy army, and the other is a young and ambitious Tanhua Lang. Looking at each other from a distance, you are thinking about me.
Intention: When I was young, you and I were always together. We were separated when we were young, and we reunited at the last moment. It turns out that we have never changed.