The smile on Song Xixi's face froze suddenly, and she didn't remember for a moment that when her original mother died, she was only three years old. So, as soon as she accidentally said that she slipped her mouth and revealed her stuffing!

This, this, this...... It's embarrassing.

"Could it be that Miss Song really has an excellent memory, and she even remembers the things when she was two or three years old?" Sheng Yanyi quipped.

Song Xixi touched his nose slightly embarrassed, and tried to get the words back, "How can I have such a god's memory, these are what my grandfather told me." When my mother left, I was very young, and I knew all about her from my grandfather. ”

"Grandpa said that my mother's osmanthus wine was mellow and sweet, and I was very interested, so I pestered my grandfather to learn to make osmanthus wine. ”

Anyway, Song Zhengping passed away, and whatever she said, there was no proof of death.

Song Xixi's craft of brewing osmanthus wine was indeed learned from her mother, and every year when the golden osmanthus bloomed, she would personally brew a few jars. Later, her mother left, and she never drank osmanthus wine again.

On a whim tonight, she suddenly wanted to brew a jar.

Since there is such a ridiculous thing as borrowing corpses to resurrect souls in this world, should she also believe in the saying that there is a cycle of life and death?

If there is really an afterlife, Song Xixi really hopes to meet his mother again.

Seeing that Song Xixi's mood was instantly depressed, Sheng Yanyi knew that it evoked her unpleasant memories, so she slowly stood up and said: "I have drunk a lot of wine, but I have never tasted this osmanthus brew." Tonight, I will learn to brew osmanthus wine with you. ”

Song Xixi restrained his expression, smiled slightly, and said: "Actually, the method of osmanthus brewing is simple, you can do it again, and you will understand." ”

The two walked to the osmanthus tree, and the rich fragrance of osmanthus came to their nostrils. Song Xixi looked up at the osmanthus that was blooming just right, his eyes were happy, and he said: "Among the various varieties of osmanthus, the golden osmanthus is the best, and it is the most fragrant." Osmanthus should be selected just picked, it must be fresh enough, and it has become brown or black-brown is not available, otherwise it will affect the taste. And the osmanthus should be clean, without sediment and branches and leaves......"

Sheng Yanyi listened carefully, like a good student who listened carefully.

The two picked a lot of osmanthus flowers, and Song Xixi looked up, "The osmanthus flowers below are almost all picked by us, and this is not enough to make a jar of wine." In this way, I climbed up and picked some fresh ones. ”

Sheng Yanyi glanced at Song Xixi up and down, and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you want to climb a tree to pick osmanthus?"

She's wearing a nightgown right now, okay?

Song Xixi disagreed, "What is this? Think about our ...... at that time"

Subconsciously wanted to talk about it again, Song Xixi quickly stopped the conversation and silently swallowed the second half of the sentence "The underskirt we wore at that time was much more complicated than this nightdress" back into his stomach.

"What are you doing there?" Sheng Yanyi asked with interest.

Song Xixi coughed lightly twice in embarrassment, and then wittily rounded up the words again, "I mean, I was very naughty when I was a child, and I didn't do much about climbing trees and digging birds, so don't worry about it." ”

"Climbing trees and digging birds?" Sheng Yanyi tried to imagine this picture, and said with a smile: "I can't see that you still have such naughty times." ”

"What you see is only my surface, and I still don't know much about the essence. "Born in a family of Jiangmen, she really doesn't know how to pinch embroidery needles, but she can't be more skilled in dancing knives and guns with her two brothers, and climbing trees and digging birds with them.

"It's okay, this life is still long, I have time to get to know you slowly. ”

Sheng Yanyi's deep dark eyes were like a flame, as if it wanted to suck her into her eyes, and the flame seemed to want her to burn to ashes.

His gaze was too hot, as if it was about to melt her whole. Song Xixi hurriedly lowered his head, "That, I'll climb up and pick some osmanthus flowers." ”

After speaking, Song Xixi climbed the tree slowly, and his movements were so fast that Sheng Yanyi was secretly surprised.

But after thinking about it, Song Xixi's skills are already good, and climbing trees is naturally not a difficult task for her.

"There are a lot of fresh osmanthus flowers on it, and it can make several jars of osmanthus wine. Song Xixi sat down on a relatively strong branch, she disliked slippers slippery, took off her shoes before climbing the tree, and sat on the branch while picking osmanthus flowers, while swaying her feet.

Sheng Yanyi leaned on the tree pole next to him, put his hands in his pockets, and raised his eyes slightly to look at the woman sitting on the branch and dangling her feet. She was in a good mood tonight, hiding her smile in her eyebrows and eyes, narrowing into a crooked crescent.

This woman's skin is not ordinary white, it is the kind of white that does not need to be lit at all, which can be called the existence of a killer in the same frame.

With such a pleasing picture, Sheng Yanyi hoped for the first time that time could be slowed down and slower......

I don't know how long it took, Song Xixi stood up with the help of the branch, and raised the bag containing osmanthus at Sheng Yanyi with his other hand, and said with a fluttering eyebrow: "It's almost picked, it's enough for us to make a jar of osmanthus wine." ”

"If you like, you can also pick some more stuffed two jars. Sheng Yanyi said.

"Also, there are too few jars for me to drink. Song Xixi thought for a while, "Okay, I'll pick some more, let's brew two jars." Dig them out again during the Mid-Autumn Festival next year. ”

"Good. Sheng Yanyi saw that the branch she was stepping on was shaking, and her heart couldn't help but clench tightly, and her voice couldn't help but be sharp, "Xixi, be careful, don't fall!"

"Don't worry, I didn't ......" However, after Song Xixi's words were finished, there was a crisp "click" in his ears, and the seemingly thick branches under his feet were actually fragile dead branches, and the light at night was weak, and Song Xixi didn't see it clearly.

The fragile dead branches couldn't bear the weight of people, Song Xixi's heart tightened, and it was too late to grab the tree pole next to him to stabilize his body, and the whole person sank like a piece of paper.

Just when Song Xixi thought she was going to fall on all fours in embarrassment, her strong arms caught her steadily, and when she recovered from the fright, she fell into her wide and warm arms.

Song Xixi raised his eyes to Sheng Yanyi's slightly nervous and anxious eyes, and he didn't know what was going on, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, like a mess, and there was a tendency to break out.

Although she has not known Sheng Yanyi for a long time, she knows that this man has always been calm in everything, even if Mount Tai is overwhelming, her face will not change, but now she sees nervousness and anxiety in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Although she was already safe in his arms, Sheng Yanyi still couldn't let go.

"I'm fine. Song Xixi retracted his gaze, "Let me go." ”

Sheng Yanyi put the person down to the ground safely, and seeing that she was unscathed, the heart really rested, "This is too dangerous, don't climb the tree next time." ”

"It's okay, it's okay. Song Xixi didn't expect that he would "overturn" in front of Sheng Yanyi, and blurted out: "Isn't this a person with you to follow me?

This is a kind of trust that can give his back to his comrades, and Sheng Yanyi's heart shook suddenly.

Sheng Yanyi approached Song Xixi step by step.

Song Xixi saw that his eyes were dark, his heart tightened, and he retreated step by step, and finally was trapped between the osmanthus tree and Sheng Yanyi, unable to advance or retreat.