The red paint had already taken off a layer, revealing the sandalwood inside, and the original patterns were carved there without leaving. The moonlight became more gloomy and the cold wind blew. When the bells were facing the arch bridge in the temple, the bells were roaring, and a touch of green appeared in the temple. With the sound of the steps, the moonlight pulled his shadow very long, strange and inexplicably. Yu Ge woke up like this, and he hated the person who came to disturb the night. After a long time, he lazily supported himself, draped the robe on the edge of the bed on his body, and walked out of the door.

"Young Master comes late at night to bother you, what's the point?" Yu Ge looked at the person in front of him with a expressionless face, his tone was a little unkind.

"I heard you wrote well?" The man spoke, his voice hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. Yu Ge then looked up at the person in front of him: he was wearing a blue dress, with a slightly long head, as if he hadn't been tidying for a long time, and looked a little messy. When his eyes returned to his face, he realized that his face was pale and bloodless. If he hadn't felt the faint fairy aura on his body, Yu Ge would almost think that the person in front of him was a lonely ghost.

"Now, it's getting late, so please come back." Yu Ge refused him without any hesitation. Although he was a writer and did not say humbly that he was indeed a good writer, he was not willing to promise a person to listen to an inexplicable story on such an inexplicable night.

After the man in green was rejected, he was silent for a while. The moonlight shone on his face, neither happy nor angry: "Forget it, I'll leave." When he left, the moon pulled his shadow very long again. The old locust tree in the temple shook Yu Ge's eyes, which made him feel that the back was too sad, which made him feel a little unbearable. When Yu Ge thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh at himself: I have never seen any sad things, but only sadness has been caused by the spring and autumn.

But he still asked to the thin back: "Wait, what's your name?"

"Yuli."

"Your name is Yuli?" Yu Ge looked at the face of the man in green in shock and hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Why do you call Yuli?" The man in green brushed his sleeves, and his voice did not fluctuate at all: "Why can't it?" Yu Ge murmured like crazy, "How can you call Yuli?" But the man in green ignored him and left the temple directly.

He did not hear Yu Ge's lonely whisper like a trapped beast: "How can you? How can you? Yu Li is my brother, my only relative! How can you call Yu Li?" Yu Ge stared at the gradually disappearing figure, just as firm, decisive, without any hesitation, and loneliness made him feel distressed.

"What have you experienced over the years?" His voice was helpless, mixed with a little crying and loss: "Is it like this?" But he chased him out like crazy the next second.

In the evening breeze, the voice was mute: "Brother, don't leave!"
Chapter completed!