His low, slightly hoarse voice reached her ears.

"You can believe that I have been looking for you for thousands of years. ”

Zigui subconsciously glanced around him, after all, he didn't see himself pushing the door.

Looking at it again, the two collided with each other.

Zigui looked at him quietly, and there was anticipation in his eyes.

"Faith!"

There was no reason, although she didn't believe it much, but at the moment she believed everything he said.

Without any conditions, you just want to believe.

"Can't sleep?"

"I want to see what kind of wine you drink, gentle and elegant, even blowing on the bottle, curious. ”

"......" listened to her words, subconsciously looked at the gourd-shaped wine bottle in his hand, and smiled: "Rice wine, do you want to taste it?"

"Mom said you are not allowed to drink, especially the wine given by men. ”

Zigui is telling the truth.

"It's hard to see that you're an obedient person. ”

"Again, your words, this is the second time you have said it. Zigui pretended to be unhappy: "Is Mr. Beichen misunderstanding me?"

"Is there one?"

Zigui is in his heart, and he can only say, hehe!

She raised her eyebrows slightly, took the wine directly from Beichen's hand, and drank it: "It's not too spicy... The mouth is full of fragrance, and this bottle is so special, and there is ......"

"What?" Beichen frowned slightly as he saw her.

"This wine seems to be full of thoughts... My heart is slightly cold, and... Loneliness! The loneliness that goes deep into the bone marrow. ”

This wine was made by his own hands, and in the days that could no longer be counted in days, the only thing that accompanied him was loneliness.

Beichen looked out the window, in the courtyard, the thousand-year-old apricot tree, and the swing under the tree.

The owner of the swing was finally found by himself in this life.

Zigui noticed that Beichen's mood was a little low, she looked at him curiously, and followed his gaze to see the side courtyard and the apricot tree that was too big to ignore.

"Where is that?"

"Want to go?"

"Is that okay?"

"Let's go. ”

Before going out, Beichen noticed that the wine in Zigui's hand had bottomed out: "Drink less, although the strength is not big, it will be intoxicating." ”

"No, it won't. I had a good amount of alcohol. Zigui didn't care, and said proudly: "I'm drinking alone, everyone in our class."

Mr. Beichen, you don't know, when I first went to college.

When a boy chased me, I didn't agree, and then I made all kinds of difficulties.

In the end, I was really annoyed to death, just in a word, fight for wine, and only if I win is qualified to be my boyfriend...... As a result, he lost. ”

He listened, smiled and continued: "Then, if anyone chases you, they all use the same method, and then they lose." ”

"Yes, Mr. Beichen, you guessed right. Zigui winked at him with an angry face: "He is worthy of being a master of the Department of Psychology." ”

But she didn't know that he wasn't guessing, but knowing as he was.

"Then let's fight for wine, you lose to be my wife, and I lose to be your husband. ”

"!!" Zigui was instantly petrified.

"Scared?"

"Hmm. Zigui nodded vigorously: "Mr. Beichen, you are a god-like existence in my heart at the moment." I'm going to die a miserable death with someone who knows how to make wine. ”

"How can I be sure that I can make wine?"

"...... yes, how can I be sure, Zigui thought about it, and there seemed to be no evidence worth affirming, but she just thought that he would make wine, and he would.

The bottle full of lonely taste, she must have made it himself.

She looked at him and said, "Feeling." ”

"You've always been smart. Beichen smiled, looking at her wearing her own cotton clothes, loose clothes, wrapping her, a delicate and small face, the more she looked at it, the more people liked it, especially the moment when she laughed, it was so bright that it made him feel honey in his heart.

"It's as if you've known me all along. Zigui said disapprerovingly: "It seems that I really answered that sentence, I would rather believe that there is * in this world, than believe in the man's broken mouth." ”

"Crooked. Beichen chuckled, however, he remembered that life, she seemed to have said something similar [I'd rather believe in the sun than the man's broken mouth.] 】

"Zigui. Beichen stopped, his eyes full of seriousness: "Believe me, in this life, I am sincere to you." ”

So affectionate......

It's just that these don't belong to her, she knows it.

At this moment, he saw the bottom of her heart.

With a smile of casualness and relaxation, he said leisurely: "It is said that the debt in the past life will be repaid in this life." But if I owe you in my past life, I will compensate you in this life. ”

His words, his attitude, made her heart rise with a sense of relief.

"If it is as you say, then I must avoid you in this life, otherwise I will have to bear the same pain from the same injury. Zigui tilted his head and smiled at him: "I can't think about it, I will fall into your hands in my previous life and this life." ”

"Mr. Beichen, you say, is this the truth?"

He smiled helplessly, "As long as you say it, it's all right!"

Zigui smiled, lowered his head, blinked, and thought to himself - this smile, this attitude...... It's a great treat.

"Why do you keep your head down?"

She immediately put away her smile, put away her emotions, and looked directly at him: "I'm afraid that you will see it, what do I think." ”

"Your idea is very unpleasant?"

"!!" Zigui said that all kinds of good feelings just now, with a sentence at this moment, have turned into light smoke and drifted away.

"Why hasn't it arrived yet?" she began to change the subject.

"One hundred and three steps away. ”

"Huh?"

Beichen explained: "From the first step out of my room, it took 1,381 steps to get to the gate of that courtyard, and now we have walked 1,278 steps, and we are still 103 steps away. ”

“1，2，3，4…… 80，81，82…… 100，101，103!”

Zigui was surprised, looked at Jiang Beichen, and looked at the vermilion gate in front of him.

It's really 103 steps...... How many times did he have to go through it?

He pushed the door, and it was an old squeaky voice.

Listen to the sound.

Old and heavy, it seems to carry thousands of years of history......

Zigui followed, stepped over the doorrail, and his eyes remained on the knocker.

On the ring, there seem to be three small characters engraved on it, but the words are too small to be read clearly with the naked eye.

She reached out and stroked it gently, and in an instant, a touch of pain crossed her heart, and the pain was so painful that she pulled out, and she quickly retracted her hand in fright.

It was so fast that he didn't even notice the moment she frowned in pain.

Zigui only had three words in her head, and after a while, she asked tentatively, "Xuan Wangfu?"

He looked at her, listened to her voice, paused, and was silent.

Zigui looked at the knocker again, fixed his eyes, sure.

She looked at Jiang Beichen: "Dan lacquer, golden nails, copper rings, the standard configuration of the Prince's Mansion, the owner who once lived in this Xuan Palace's Mansion is a prince?"