In front of her, the black stick pointed at her, making Le Yao stumble slightly, and the stick seemed to be extremely incongruous with his image: "I am ......"

"Who are you?" she only said two or three words, but Wen Yunting was shocked, and there was no longer the previous low-pitched anger in his words, and there was a nervous anxiety, with a question: "Who are you?" As he spoke, the stick in his hand was put down and touched the ground, his black pupils were obviously invisible, but he tried hard to see something.

"Me?" He lost his previous domineering, which made Le Yao suddenly speechless, and he didn't know how to introduce himself for a while.

"Xuanxuan?" Wen Yunting tightened his eyebrows, stood up, walked a few steps, subconsciously tilted his ears, wanted to hear really, the person standing not far away, although he only said a few words, but let his heart suddenly gentle, subconsciously called out.

Can't he see it? The conjecture in Le Yao's heart was a little closer, she took a few steps towards him, and then stretched out her hand, dangling in front of his eyes.

Suddenly.

His hand keenly caught her hand, a small soft and smooth hand that he held in the palm of his hand. At that angle, the big hand wrapped the small hand, the coldness of his palm and the warmth of her palm, it seemed that everything was just right

Le Yao didn't expect his movements to be so agile, she had never been shaken by a boy, her cheeks were red, her lips were slightly pursed, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, but she was held tighter by him, her heart, like a rabbit, thumped and stopped, but her chest was filled with a crispy and numb feeling, "Let go of me." Her voice trembled a little, but it seemed so weak: "You let go of me." ”

The trembling sensation of her voice woke Wen Yunting from the lost memories, she, not Xuanxuan, a sneer on his lips, but he clenched her hand even more, and the tenderness in her voice was not there: "Who are you? What is the purpose of approaching me?"

There was pain in her wrist, and Le Yao struggled hard, but the more he struggled, the harder he worked, she was so anxious that her eyes were red, it seemed that it would not work, so she said, "I, I am the daughter of the shopkeeper." ”

Her voice with a slight cry made Wen Yunting's heart tremble slightly, and she suddenly let go of her hand.

Wrist pain, the corners of Le Yao's eyes were moist, she looked up at him unhappily, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his shoulders, at this time, his face was cold, but it was difficult for her to look away.

However, his actions just now wiped out all the beauty of his appearance, thinking of his previous actions of pushing away the plate again and again, and then thinking of the pain in his wrist, Le Yao said to him angrily: "Biyuan does not welcome a barbarian like you, please leave." ”

This was the first time Wen Yunting had heard her say such a complete sentence, but he felt that her voice had a softness that made him very calm, so he avoided her words: "You are the daughter of the Mu Ne shopkeeper?"

The owner of the wooden shop?

It's so rude!

Le Yao clasped her hands together, "You-" She couldn't resist the urge to lose her temper with him.

"It's really rude!" Wen Yunting's thin lips, with a hint of contempt, said, gently exploring the way with the stick in his hand, and when he touched the bench, he sat down with his hand.

His movements, with a slight slowness.

And that says it all, that is: he really can't see.

His indifference and contempt made Le Yao bite her lower lip, but when her eyes met Wen Yunting's indifferent but unfocused black pupils, a sense of sympathy suddenly appeared, and she took another step in his direction.

Just thinking of this, Le Yao felt unbearable, not to mention Wen Yunting in front of him, the pride on his face, thinking that "blindness" was equivalent to the destruction of the whole world.

In the silent Biyuan, only a slight hot wind blew through, and Le Yao's face was slightly and a little hot.

"Haven't you seen a blind man?" Wen Yunting's words carried a hint of meanness, although he couldn't see it, he could feel that she had been looking at him.

Today, Le Yao deliberately came back early from He Zi's house, just to see what this tenant who often "roars" looks like, and even more, she thought about it before she came back, if possible, she wanted to talk to him and ask him to leave. But now, in the face of his mean and contemptuous language, she couldn't get angry anymore. And she seemed to suddenly understand why her father had to tolerate his rudeness again and again.

"Hello sir. Le Yao softened her voice and said softly. For some reason, she felt that he should not be the grumpy person she had seen: "I am the daughter of the shopkeeper, and if you need anything, you can come to me for help." She suddenly wanted to do something for him.

Before Wen Yunting was blind, if a girl spoke to him like this, he would always scoff, raise his chin arrogantly, and turn away. But now...... I wanted to sarcastically say a few words to her just now, but her pleasant voice and gentle words made his indifferent and cold heart feel relieved for a short time, and those mean words that were originally about to be said swallowed down his throat.

"I'm going back to my room and leading the way!" Wen Yunting said, in fact, he likes to sit in the sun, even at dusk, there is an afterglow shining around him, even if the air outside is blazing, only in this way can he feel that he still exists in the darkness in front of him. But now, he didn't want her to leave, he told himself that he just wanted to hear her voice, just because her voice reassured him.

Le Yao was surprised by the change in his words, looked at the stick in his hand, and picked up the other end: "Let's go!"

Feeling the other end of the stick in his palm being picked up, one person held one end of the stick, Wen Yunting smiled suddenly, "You just took me back like this?" He had forgotten, he hadn't laughed for a long time, and he hadn't noticed that his mood was relaxed at this time.

He laughs so beautifully. Le Yao lowered her head and smiled shyly.

"Let's go!" she said easily, pursing her lips.

Wen Yunting stood up, he was a head taller than her, and she was wearing sneakers, only reaching his shoulders.

In the building in the backyard, Le Yao met Wei Yuehua, who was taking care of Wen Yunting, and when Wei Yuehua looked at her and smiled, her mood relaxed.

Le Yao took Wen Yunting to a chair in front of the window, gently helped her to sit down, and then asked politely, "Do you need anything?" She had already set herself in a position to help others.

There was a hint of happiness in her voice, which made Wen Yunting happy, but he said in a serious voice: "I want to take a bath, can you also help?"

No one had ever talked to her so frivolously, and Le Yao's smile instantly froze, and her face turned crimson.

Looking at his smiling expression, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her hands and feet were at a loss, her eyes touched Wei Yuehua, and in embarrassment, she was a little short of breath, pursed her lips, turned around and ran.

Walking out of the small building, she touched her face with both hands, but found that her cheeks were hot, and in the small building behind her, in the silence, there was his faint laughter. She stomped her foot shyly, pulled her legs and ran.

Later, Wei Yuehua told her that everyone was leading the way by Wen Yunting's elbow, and no one had ever led him with a stick like she did.

The next afternoon, Le Yao walked into the backyard again, Wen Yunting was still sitting on a chair under the yellow cypress tree, and she picked up the stick that fell on the ground for him.

He asked, "What's your name?" In the breeze, there was a fragrance of osmanthus and lotus leaves.

"I ...... My surname is Le," Le Yao hesitated to tell him her name.

She came again, his irritability disappeared instantly, he was in a good mood, and asked, "What are you happy about?" He joked jokingly, and said, "Happy and bad?"

"You're happy, you're happy!" she said with displeasure.

"Hahaha!" Wen Yunting laughed.

She was thin-skinned, and she blushed when he laughed, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at you," he said, smiling unstoppable.

She gritted her teeth and snorted, "What's so funny." Seeing him smiling, she couldn't get angry, so she turned around and left.

"Where are you going?" he asked, hearing her footsteps.

Le Yao's footsteps were sluggish, and she said angrily, "Where am I going to care about you?" she snorted and said, "Is it possible, still stay like a nerd and let you bully?"

"Idiot?" he muttered, "if you're a nerd, I'll call you stupid from now on." ”

He was really getting more and more excessive, and she retorted, "I'm not stupid, you are not allowed to call me that!"

……

A dumb word kicked off the prelude to a relationship......

*

Backbite.

The sound of text messages on her mobile phone pulled Le Yao back from her thoughts five years ago, she opened her tired eyes slightly, her fingers clicked on the mobile phone screen, and when she looked at the information, her heart beat faster and she sat up.

["Where are you?] The message was sent by Wen Yunting, it was very simple, but it was enough to make her heart beat faster.

Le Yao's head was still groggy, looking at the message he sent in a daze, for a while, he didn't know how to reply.

She didn't feel sleepy, but her head was uncomfortable after being drunk, she sat on the bed with her knees crossed, raised her eyebrows, and found that outside the window was the construction site of Biyuan.

Le Yao got out of bed and walked to the window, on the construction site of Biyuan, the workers were busy working, and those familiar layouts were being restored little by little under their hard work as before.

Suddenly, her eyes were sour, tired, closed her eyes, and leaned gently against the window, perhaps because she had drunk some wine, and in the bottom of her heart, she was a little irritable.

Why did she insist so much?

Why can't she live an easier life?

Why doesn't she live for herself?

She's really tired, she's tired.

Can we live a simpler life? Can we live a simpler life?

The sigh in her heart was a little gasping, and after a long time, she opened her eyes faintly and looked at the familiar blue garden...... And at that moment, her eyes met his.

Not far away, the space distance is almost more than ten meters, where Wen Yunting is standing like that, the afterglow of winter falls on him, he is no longer young five years ago, but he is only mature, his body is still so slender and straight, so attractive to people's eyes.

Five minutes later, on the construction site of Biyuan, she walked up to him.

"Why are you here?" Wen Yunting's eyes obviously had irrepressible joy, and he resisted the urge to hug her into his arms. Last night, he went back to Tianlu No. 1, hesitated for a long time in his suite, and only went to her room, she was not there, and the mobile phone couldn't get through, which made him very depressed, thinking that she was with Zuo Baixiao again, he was angry and jealous, and he didn't sleep well all night.

Early this morning, He Haotian called him and said that there were some things on the construction site that he had to ask him to decide, so he had to drive over, but he didn't expect that he had just been pulled up to the site of the Biyuan construction site by He Haotian, but he saw her leaning in front of the window.

"Attending a friend's wedding. Le Yao looked sideways, looking at the once extremely familiar Biyuan, it seemed that the fire had not burned everything in the Biyuan, just like where the yellow cypress tree they first met was still growing upright. This situation is shocking: "I came yesterday." On a winter afternoon, the afterglow of the sun was a little light, and she still felt dazzled after drinking.

Seeing her discomfort, Wen Yunting said, "Go to my office and sit?"

This office is no longer as plain and elegant as his office in Ginza, but it is very clean and tidy.

As soon as the door closed, he put his arms around her.

"Drunk?" he asked, longing to hold her for a long time.

"Hmm. Smelling the cologne on his body, Le Yao's heart suddenly quieted.

"Yaoyao. Holding her, he felt that his empty heart had finally fallen into place.

"Hmm. She closed her eyes and was quiet in his arms, no longer like before.

"I ......" Finally, Wen Yunting abandoned all his scruples and confessed his thoughts to her, after the dispute that day, his heart has been in a low and irritable state. And now, he is like a child who has done something wrong: "I will be good to you, I will try to learn to be gentle and considerate......" What she said that day made him entangled until now, specially, especially comparing him with Zuo Baixiao, it seems that in her heart, he has nothing to do.

His words were so awkward and stubborn that she felt uncomfortable, she reached out and covered his lips, raised her eyes, looked at him, and shook her head.

Wen Yunting held her hand and quarreled with her, it was indeed not a wise thing, in front of her, he was finally willing to bow his head: "Let's stop quarreling, okay?"

Quarrel?

That day, was it a quarrel? Le Yao was slightly stunned, she was just borrowing Zuo Baixiao's thoughtful warmth to contrast with his indifference...... But no matter how warm Zuo Baixiao is, she is not what she loves. She loves only him.

"Yaoyao," Wen Yunting completely confessed, he didn't want to lose her: "Let's get along well, okay?"

She finally said, "Okay." After a long time, she said faintly: "If one day, you find out that I am not my ......"

"How could you not be you?" he didn't understand the meaning of her words, "You are you, you are my Yaoyao." He must be honest and honest with his heart: "Le Yao, I like you." ”

Le Yao's heart was instantly filled with warmth, and under her eyes was Biyuan, where there was their original beauty. She should admit defeat, she should make good use of the time with him, she should ......

Knock knock, there was a knock at the door.

When He Haotian was allowed to come in, he was not surprised to see Le Yao sitting on the sofa, he handed the document to Wen Yunting who was sitting in the big chair, "Mr. Wen, all the varieties of osmanthus are here," he held some pictures, "We must make a reservation before we can start transplanting in the spring." "Osmanthus is one of the flowers and trees that Wen Yunting requested.

Looking at the pages of osmanthus pictures, Wen Yunting couldn't choose: "I remember, in June and July, the osmanthus was already very fragrant," he looked at the introduction of different types of osmanthus flowers: "But these only began to bloom in September." ”

"Blooming in June and July?" This stumped He Haotian, but here is all the best osmanthus varieties that the supplier has brought over.

Wen Yunting raised his eyebrows slightly: "You go and ask, is there such osmanthus flowers." He remembered Derpy saying that the osmanthus flowers bloom in all seasons.

"Okay. He Haotian said: "Which direction is the bench under the yellow cypress tree heading? Is it the direction of the Biyuan Gate or the direction of the Peach Blossom Mountain behind?"

"What's the difference?" Wen Yunting raised his eyebrows slightly, this detail had been ignored by him before.

"It's just a different setting. He Haotian said.

Wen Yunting carefully recalled some details from five years ago, but he really couldn't remember the direction of the bench, "You go and ask those neighbors, someone will definitely know." "He wants to restore a real green garden, although it is just a bench, he is not willing to place it casually.

Then He Haotian asked about some details of how to deal with it. By the time he left the office, it was already an hour later.

Le Yao looked at the renderings of the Biyuan hanging on the wall, she knew those familiar scenes by heart, and she said casually: "If the bench is facing the back, you can see the peach blossoms all over the peach blossom mountain in spring, and you can see the lotus flowers in the small pond in summer." ”

Wen Yunting followed her gaze, and really found that the position she said was exactly the direction of the bench five years ago, and he remembered that sitting on the bench, it was covered by the yellow cypress tree, and the fragrance of osmanthus was lotus incense.

"There is a kind of osmanthus called laurel, which blooms almost every month except during the coldest part of the year. Le Yao turned back indifferently. In the past, the garden was planted with laurel.

"Yue Yuegui?" Wen Yunting whispered, "How do you know." ”

There was a moment of silence, and then Le Yao said, "I listened to what my friend said." ”

"How do you know that it is Peach Blossom Mountain? How do you know that there are lotus flowers in the little lotus pond?" Wen Yunting looked at her suspiciously, she came to the Peach Blossom Garden to attend the wedding banquet?

Le Yao avoided his gaze and pointed to the rendering: "Didn't you indicate that this is Peach Blossom Mountain in this picture?" her fingers trembled slightly.

Wen Yunting reached out to hold her trembling fingers, and found her cold, "You are very familiar with the Peach Blossom Spring?"

"I have friends who live here. Gripping her, her cold fingers grew warmer.

"Then have you ever been to Biyuan?" his eyes didn't let go of any of her expressions.

*

After saying goodbye to He Zi, Le Yao met the aunt at He Zi's wedding banquet outside Wen Yunting's office.

"Le Yao," the aunt took Le Yao's hand: "Biyuan has been repaired well." You didn't check it out?"

"I've seen it. ”

"Le Yao," Auntie stopped talking, and finally said, "I will have time to go back to the Peach Blossom Garden more in the future, we miss you very much." ”

Not far away, she saw Wen Yunting sitting in the car, she looked down at her aunt: "I know, auntie, I have something to do today, I have to go, I'll come to see you another day." As he spoke, he lowered his head and walked quickly towards Wen Yunting's car.

The car was speeding on the way back to Z City.

"You seem to be very familiar with the people in Peach Blossom Spring?" her appearance in Peach Blossom Land surprised him, and in the bottom of his heart, a thousand and ten thousand imaginations appeared......

"It's not too familiar. There were some things she didn't want to talk about.

Wen Yunting shook her hand: "The return journey is more than two hours, you sleep first." ”

Le Yao looked sideways and looked out the window: "Hmm." Then she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, but she didn't feel sleepy at all, just trying to avoid his questioning.

Her quiet appearance made Wen Yunting's lips smile, he took a thin blanket to cover her, and then, the car drove at an even speed.

Her hand touched the soft thin blanket, and suddenly opened her eyes to look at him, "That night, did you carry me into the sofa in the reception room?" The blanket was the same color and touch as the blanket that was covered by the overnight shift.

"What do you think?" he didn't answer him, but concentrated on driving.

"It's you. Le Yao looked at the thin blanket carefully, and this kind of thin blanket is almost not sold in Z City. And that night, he escorted her back to the office with an umbrella, and even more, prepared dinner for her...... If it weren't for him, she would hardly have done what he thought.

Wen Yunting nodded slightly, and finally admitted that since he had told her honestly that he liked her, he didn't want to stop at this place, he wanted to get closer to her relationship.

was affirmed, and Le Yao's heart was as soft as a thin blanket.

*

"I'm pregnant. Luo Zhen handed the inspection report to Ming Hao.

The corners of Ming Hao's lips trembled slightly, this was his first "surprise" when he came back from Dunhuang. It was also this time of worry that made him uneasy.

"It's yours. Luo Zhen's face was a little pale, and she had a plain face at the moment with heavy makeup.

Ming Hao smiled bitterly and took the inspection report, but his heart trembled, it turned out that he was afraid of something, and he wanted something.

"Originally, I didn't want to tell you, I didn't want to disturb you," Luo Zhen lost her confident smile in the past, and looked haggard: "But you are the father of the child after all, and you have the right to know his existence." ”

Minghao's heart was in turmoil.

"Senior, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to force you. Luo Zhen was in pain: "But I," her tears were moist: "I only hope that you can accompany me to the hospital, if I am alone, I will be very afraid." ”

"Let's get married. This sentence came out of Minghao's throat with difficulty, although he didn't love Luo Zhen, but he had to take responsibility, he couldn't abandon it from the beginning, and he couldn't strangle innocent children with his own hands.

Luo Zhen's eyes moistened: "Senior, I don't mean to force you." If you don't want to, this kid, you can—"

"We got married and had children. Minghao whispered, the corners of his lips, but there was no trace of a smile, and his heart was cold.

And Luo Zhen couldn't hide her joy, and immediately told Ming Mu the news.

Ming's mother was very happy, and immediately began to prepare for the wedding, and asked Luo Zhen to resign and go home to give birth.

The wedding began to be prepared in an orderly manner, and at the request of Ming's mother, she moved into Ming's house and lived in the room next door to Minghao.

Minghao was not in a good mood, he came back drunk every night, and when he looked at Luo Zhen, he thought of Le Yao...... In the heart, it is even more painful, and all you can do is to avoid it.

That night, he came out after taking a shower, only to find Luo Zhen sitting in his room.

"Why don't you sleep yet?" Minghao asked, his tone was not very good,

Luo Zhen was wearing a nightgown, "I can't sleep." She hooked his arm: "Senior, stay with me, okay?"

Ming Hao raised his eyebrows in displeasure: "Do you recognize the bed?"

Luo Zhen nodded with a hint of grievance.

Ming Hao repelled her approach in his heart and pushed her away: "Then I'll send you home, you should be able to sleep." ”

Luo Zhen complained in her heart, but she didn't dare to get angry with him easily: "You hate me so much?" There were tears in her eyes: "Then why do you still say that you want to marry me?"

Ming Hao endured it and did not argue with her.

Luo Zhen stood alone, quite bored, and then went back to his room angrily.

After she left, Ming Hao was slightly relieved in his heart, but the next wedding ...... In this life, he is going to live with this woman he doesn't love at all.