Xizhou was not at all surprised to receive Nanfeng's praise, and put down the snacks and notebooks he brought, his fingertips played with a pink peony flower, and said, "The owner of this flower field is an old lady in the town next to him. It was planted by the old lady for her husband, who had passed away more than thirty years ago. ”

"More than thirty years!

Xizhou nodded and said, "This lady and her husband are childhood sweethearts, and the two got married when they were teenagers, and they are deeply in love. Unfortunately, her husband was frail and sickly, and he was not yet twenty years old when he died, and he did not leave a single child. Because he loved peony flowers the most in his life, his wife buried her husband here and opened up a peony flower field around it, which was carefully tended in the morning and evening. Fifty paces forward, you will see her husband's resting place. ”

It turns out that such a beautiful place, but the story behind it is not beautiful. Nanfeng bowed twice in the direction of the tomb and sighed: "'The mud and bones under the spring are buried in the king, and I send the world full of snow. 'How unfair fate is, tearing apart the lives of sentient beings. ”

Xizhou's fingertips were still fiddling with the pink peony flower in his hand, and the flower wanted to welcome and refuse, and it couldn't explain how to affect his feelings.

"Smack!" Xizhou flipped his fingers and plucked the peony flower, and his voice was crisp.

Hey, what a sight!

Nanfeng angrily reprimanded him: "Good flower, what are you doing picking it! These are all the old lady's intentions, aren't they all ruined by you!"

Xizhou didn't care, but said with a smile: "'Good flowers can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers to break the branches.'" 'Why do you have sympathy for them?' What a blessing they were to be together!'

"They have only been together for a few years, but the old lady has spent thirty years to miss, how unfortunate, where is not worthy of sympathy?" Nanfeng felt for the first time that Xizhou's optimism and open-mindedness were beyond her tolerance.

Xizhou walked up to Nanfeng, put the flower in his hand diagonally on her head, and slowly smoothed her hair. Xu was worried that it would hurt her, and his fingers were very gentle, like the silk used to decorate his bun. When the flowers were arranged, he took a step back, looked at it for a moment, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Xizhou?"

He looked at her and said to her: "Do you know, as long as the heart has moved, even if life and death are separated, even if it takes a hundred or two hundred years, people are willing. South wind, I'm willing to ......"

South wind, I willingly......

Xizhou's words made the south wind a spirit. She froze in place and asked, "Xizhou, what did you say?"

Xizhou smiled again: "Nothing-you take this flower, it's so beautiful." ”

He wanted to say that he would give up, but the torture made the south wind uncomfortable. She wanted to ask, but he took a step back, shook off the dust that didn't exist on his body, turned and continued on his way, and said, "It's getting dark, and there are a lot of snakes nearby!"

Nanfeng was frightened by the word "snake", and hurriedly chased after Xizhou, but he couldn't pull back the words that were already on his lips, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Xizhou perfunctorily said: "It's just to praise you for being beautiful - you deliberately tempted me to praise you, don't be ashamed!"

"No, the last sentence!"

"What's in the last sentence?' 'There's a snake nearby'?"

"No......"

Nanfeng knew that Xizhou was playing a scoundrel, but he was not disgusted by his scoundrel, but immersed in it, like a bee finally found a flower, although it was a dog's tail flower, and he also pretended to collect honey.

Although he couldn't see it, Nanfeng could clearly feel the dazzling brilliance of the pink peony flower pressing on his hair, and his mood was happy again.

Seeing that we are about to reach our destination, it is almost time.

The long journey had exhausted the supper that Nanfeng had eaten two hours earlier, and his stomach began to crumble again. Xizhou picked out a box of pastries that his grandmother bought, opened them, and handed them all to her.

Nanfeng's heart was filled with a little wave of shame, but his stomach "gurgled", like a jumping pebble, and the "wave" was shattered at once.

Nanfeng stuffed pastries into his mouth, and at the same time instructed Xizhou inarticulately: "You and your grandmother have been dependent on each other for so many years, and you haven't left home, if your grandmother knows that you are going to go far away, she must be reluctant." When you see her, talk well and don't make her sad. If she can't bear you...... Ahem......"

Nanfeng choked for a moment, unable to speak for a while, and turned his head and asked, "If she can't bear me, what do you want?"

"Then ...... Take her with you. Multiple people can also relieve boredom, right, hehe......" Nanfeng originally wanted to say that she could go by herself, but seeing his burning eyes, she temporarily changed her words.

He finally withdrew his hot gaze and muttered, "Fool!"

It sounded like he was laughing at her, but he felt that his mouth was smeared with honey, and every word he spit out was sweet and pleasant, which made Nanfeng want to reward him with a piece of soft and fragrant pastry.

The south wind breaks a piece of osmanthus cake in half. Throw half of it into his mouth, taste it slowly, let the taste of the fragrance explode in his mouth, and send the remaining half to Xizhou, waiting for him to swallow it in one gulp.

He probably didn't expect her to share the food with him, and for a moment he was stunned, and then threw all the gifts in his right hand into his left hand, and freed his right hand to receive the pastries she had sent him.

She deliberately bypassed his hand and persevered herself into his mouth.

He finally gave in, leaned slightly, and took the pastry in her hand into his mouth.

She rubbed the crumbs of pastry in her hand on her clothes to prevent her sticky fingers from being uncomfortable, and asked him, "Is it delicious?"

He gave a vague "um".

Nanfeng thought that his "reward" was generous enough, but he didn't expect Xizhou to quickly finish the pastry in his mouth, and two words popped out of his mouth: "Also!"

"Huh, do you want to eat it?"

He nodded.

This looks like a little doll who is spoiled with adults. Nanfeng thought that he was an old man in his hundreds, and he should care about his juniors, so he picked out a piece of glutinous rice cake with clever workmanship from the box, took it to him and shook it.

"Ahh

Xizhou likes to be coquettish in front of the south wind, and there is no psychological burden when he is coquettish, a set of actions is smooth, more natural and smooth than when he makes fake paintings, as if the skin is really meaningless to him.

Nanfeng suddenly teased him, and when he came to eat the glutinous rice cake brought to her lips, she suddenly withdrew her hand and threw the glutinous rice cake into her mouth.

He failed to "coquettishly" and freed up his hands to snatch her pastry box, but she was reluctant to return the box to him, and hid with a grin. He chased after him, making the box in his hand shake happily.

Huh, why is there a light in the night?