"Why don't you sleep yet. *With *dream* small* say wwwlā"

"If you fall asleep, time will pass too quickly, and I don't want to. ”

"Yun'er, we will have a lot of time in the future. He smiled softly, caressed my sideburns with his hand, and whispered to the rhythm of his fingers, "One, two, three, four, five......"

I was inexplicable: "Ovary, what are you doing?"

"Isn't this Yun'er's hypnosis?"

"Hypnosis?" I only seemed to have mentioned the word to Yan Lu, and I looked up and glanced at him pretending to be profound, "It must be Senior Brother Zilu!

A deeper smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "That's right. I've tried, and it works. ”

"How many times have you used it?" I suddenly worried about him, does he often lose sleep at night?

He fully understood the meaning of my words, and said softly: "Yun'er, it's just occasionally. Don't think about it. ”

I sighed and arched into his arms: "Ovary, don't count, can you tell me a story?"

"There are a lot of them, like ......"

"For example, if you have done something bad, have you made the face of the elder brother green? ”

"Yun'er wanted to listen to my ugly things. ”

"yes, it will be much more comfortable that way. I smiled sinisterly.

He shook his head and sighed, "The biggest headache for Senior Brother is Yun'er, who always does something unbelievable to let the disciples see the jokes of my three-master family." ”

"Alas, alas, I'm going to listen to your ugly things, don't change the subject, okay?"

"For example, my wife in the public wants to plot against herself and push me into the water. For example, on the wedding night, his lip was bitten, and he was speculated by his disciples for a long time and didn't know how to explain it to save face. For example, when drunk, ......"

"Ovary ......"

"Huh?"

"You'd better count and hypnotize me..."

He smiled wickedly and closed the conversation. I don't know how many he counted, but I felt that his voice swirled rhythmically in the night, and slowly he fell asleep.

Is a happy home like this, as long as there is that embrace to accept yourself, you will feel that it is still so complete, lazy flirting is the most natural and flawless tenderness, no matter what life fills into the heart, no matter how sharp and rough it is, it will be kneaded extremely soft. In the past, I saw my mother's smile in my father's arms, but I just thought it was my mother's most beautiful expression, but now that I met him, I realized the deepest touch of my mother's heart, how sweet and satisfying it is, I have no regrets in this life, can I say that?

When he opened his eyes again, it was already early in the morning, and what came directly was the light shining through the window lattice, not his embrace, and his side was empty, and his heart was even more empty.

He has so much to do that he needs his plan, and even if he is about to leave, I can't disrupt his pace...... There is a sigh falling, but what he is obsessed with is like this, if he is tied up because of his children's personal affairs, then he is no longer that Zhang Liang. And what I can do is to accomplish that goal with him, and not let him do anything and make decisions that are contrary to his ambition because of my savings.

Although Zhang Liang didn't say it, I knew very well that the laws of Great Qin were strict, and the will of Qin Shi Huang would not have more time no matter how tolerant Fusu was.

I think before leaving, I should go and see Yan Lu.

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Yan Lu sat in the water pavilion, holding a scroll, still the quiet and indifferent him.

I know that for him, perhaps the separation can also be the most blandest glimpse of life. Without further ado, I took out Fusu's token and handed it to him.

"Senior Brother Zilu, this is definitely useful in times of crisis. ”

He was a little surprised: "This ...... Why don't you give it to the ovary?"

I said frankly: "I'm afraid that he has too many scruples, after all, this is something given to me by Fusu, and if something is found, it will inevitably be implicated." The senior brother looks at the world thoroughly, and he has his own considerations about which is more important, and many times, it is just a difference of thoughts. It is more reassuring to hand it over to the senior brother. ”

Yan Lu sighed lightly: "Ziyu's mind is delicate, and his thoughts are also very thoughtful. ”

"Senior brother, this is just to learn some skin from you, thank you for your continuous teaching. "I bow deeply.

He hurriedly helped me up: "Why be so polite. ”

"Senior Brother Zilu, what Zifang will face in the future is not only danger, but also ......"

His tone sank: "Ziyu refers to what the ovary said to be afraid?"

"Yes, brother. I looked into his eyes and said sincerely, "You must also take care, I believe that the ovary will not have difficulties by your side in the most difficult times." ”

Yan Lu bowed: "Ziyu should also be careful in everything." ”

"And the princess....... anyway, when I can get out, I will definitely come back with the princess. I raised a smile and admonished solemnly, "Don't forget your promise, you can put all the heirlooms on the princess, take it as a promise, you can't deny it!"

Yan Lu's lips were shallow, but his gaze was deep, and his eyes were low with a slight sorrow like a touch of light smoke, and he sighed with a distant and light feeling. He slowly and methodically put away the token in his hand, and his movements were slow, silently avoiding the meaning of my words.

What was he thinking? Could it be that he only wanted to live and die with Confucianism?

He is indeed reluctant to give up on himself: "Senior Brother Zilu, you must take care, okay?"

His gaze was fixed on my face, cherished and contemplative, for a long time, but he was not sure of my question, but he slowly looked away, looked at the lake and said lightly: "After noon, Fusu will send someone." ”

I felt a chill down my spine, and a bayonet slashed through my heart, and I didn't expect it to come faster than I thought.

He seemed to read the abnormality of my expression, and there was no surprise as expected, and his soft eyes carried a comfort: "Ziyu, it's almost time to come back when the ovary goes out in the morning, don't let him find you." ”

There was a choked throat in my throat, and I nodded and couldn't say a word. Yan Lu must have expected that Zhang Liang didn't tell me that he would leave the next day, so he helped him open this opening.

The sourness in my heart swelled up in my eyes again, and the water vapor blinded my vision. I ran back to the house quickly, Zhang Liang had not yet returned, and he remembered that he had been embroidering the Jinpa to give to Zhang Liang, but the craftsmanship was too poor and it was not completed so far. Now that he wants to separate, he doesn't have anything to carry with him as a token, it's too much... Nerve bars. I quickly flipped the Jinpa out.

There is a folk song in the Book of Songs, 'Weishi and the woman, Yiqi scorned each other, and gave them a spoonful of medicine. 'Peony is the flower of love in the world, and men and women will give each other to show their admiration. The image of peony on the object of love is naturally the most suitable, but the pattern of peony on this brocade is still asked Yan Lu for advice, and he copied it according to his painting method.

I am still not familiar with my embroidery skills, and I want to speed up, but the needle always pierces my hand, and I can no longer suppress the anxiety in my heart, and my fingers are trembling slightly. The needle in his hand kept pricking his hand like this, and every time he pricked it, he made himself more anxious, and tears were about to fall.

There is a spontaneous obsession in his heart, as if he wants to embroider all the inextricable sorrows of sustenance on this brocade and leave it by his side, so as not to weave a dense net of self-spitting and self-explanatory, entangled and suffocating.

It didn't take long for the footsteps to fade into my ears. Zhang Liang came into the room and walked in front of me, his eyes were fixed on my hand, and he seemed to understand everything before he could ask the words, and he seemed to be moved to choke, and his eyes were dark under his long eyelashes.

He took my hand, looked at it with pity, and suddenly took it into his mouth, licked the wound with the tip of his tongue, and when he let go, the blood on his fingertips was gone.

"Don't do it, Yun'er. He took the brocade in my hand, admired it very seriously, and said with a smile, "This is very good, although it is not embroidered, half of the flowers are blooming, and it is not stylish." ”

I took the Jinpa back from him and ignored him: "Even the leaves are incomplete, and I will wait until I finish embroidering this petal." ”

As soon as I got a stitch, I stabbed my hand again, and the blood stained the silk thread, and the brocade was dyed, and the small spots were like dewdrops dyed red by the sunset, which was also special. I smiled sourly and tried to hold my hand, but I couldn't stop shaking and was very discouraged.

Zhang Liang will definitely not be able to stop me again, so I turned around and cut off his sight. People will become extremely stubborn at a certain moment, just like me now, a seemingly unimportant piece of Jinpa, but because there are too many overloaded emotions in my heart to carry on it, it becomes precious and becomes extremely important.

He felt a wrapped fullness in his back, and it was his embrace. He raised his hand, took my hand with the needle and thread, and steadied it.

"Yun'er, don't be in a hurry, even if the embroidery is not good, in my eyes it is the best. ”

His palm was against the back of my hand, and his fingers were in front of my thumb and forefinger in the handkerchief: "I'll hold it for you, don't prick your hand again." ”

It was just a small gesture, but it made his heart seem to melt: "Ovary, I will pierce your hand." ”

"I want to try it, Yun'er's needles are not as powerful as the silver needles of Senior Brother Zilu's acupuncture. ”

I couldn't stop laughing, took a deep breath, and focused my attention on Jinpa. It's always easier to calm down with him to calm down, and it's the same at the moment, the movements in his hands are really much steady.

The daylight in the room moved slowly, it was the trajectory of the passage of time, and we were so close to each other, neither of us spoke, except for the faint sound of a needle and thread passing through Jinpa. The line gradually shortened, and the peony on the brocade spread its petals, and the ground was fully opened.

I breathed a sigh of relief and relief.

"The ovary, take it with you every day. I'll check it out the next time we meet!"

He took it with a warm smile: "Okay." ”

The token is not precious but important, but at this moment it reminds me of a poem: "Peony is newly planted, and several flowers are bloomed in the court." The east wind and restraint are left to the fine gentleman to come. ”

Only then did I remember that it seemed that after the Tang Dynasty, peony had another layer of flower language, and it was about to leave. The flower of parting, there are many poems that use peony to express the reluctance of the lover when parting. I couldn't help but smile bitterly, at this time, is it really too appropriate for me to send it out......

"Leave it to the fine gentleman to ......" Zhang Liang groaned as if chewing on the aftertaste, his voice was like beads, cold and long, the arms on his waist were slightly tightened, his body was against my back, and his chin rested on my shoulder.

There seemed to be a thousand words, but only a slight snort brushed over my ears, like a soft and moist evening breeze, curling around my heart, blowing a few slender waves. Even if there is too much poignant, it is a bright and warm color.

The peony on the brocade handkerchief spread out in his palm and looked at it for a long time before he put it away in his arms, and then took out the jade flute from his sleeve and put it in my hand.

There was a little more brisk in his tone: "Yun'er can learn to play the flute in her spare time, so as not to be too boring and spend too much time thinking about it." ”

I couldn't help frowning: "Ofan, can't you say a few nice words if you give me something?"

He smiled slightly and recalled: "Yun'er, this flute has always been by my side since I was a child, and it has also relieved me of many of my sufferings, especially those most difficult days......

"You gave it to me, so what do you do when you're upset and want to blow it again?"

"Don't I have Yun'er's Jinpa now? ”

The appearance of him holding a handkerchief in a daze appeared in his mind, and he suddenly felt a little funny.

"Yun'er, what are you laughing at. ”

"I still think you play the flute more like a jade tree in the wind. ”

"Since Yun'er said so, I'd better keep the flute. ”

"No, I can't. I hurriedly took the flute, and secretly laughed in my heart, I am not by his side, he still has to play handsome to show anyone, it is better to hold a handkerchief Sichun, stupid is a little stupid, but it can also avoid a lot of peach blossoms.

My careful thoughts seemed to be seen through by him at a glance, he shook his head helplessly, and smiled again: "Yun'er, how about I teach you a piece of my favorite song?"

A piccolo turned into the ear, as if full of flying thoughts, brushing the rain curtain of time, splashing the heart. There is less quiet leisure, and more happiness and sorrow.

It's a familiar tune, the one I heard when I practiced the Liangyi Sword Technique. It turned out to be really Zhang Liang, who secretly used the sound of the flute to guide my swordsmanship. In retrospect, it makes people suddenly realize that he heard what Fu Lin said to me at that time, and my competition with Fu Lin in the Six Arts was all due to him. In fact, Fu Lin and I are both a little stupid, working so hard for our beloved, caring about the result of a competition, just to make the win or loss of the relationship more convincing.

Thinking of this, a strange feeling passed through my heart, when Zhang Liang was in the most difficult and sluggish situation, would Fu Lin be by his side? But soon the faint vinegar dissipated, since I couldn't accompany him, Fu Lin was a capable woman, Zhang Liang's life must be taken care of very well, should I be happy for him? What gradually floated in my heart was bitterness, reflecting the sweetness of the moment, which made people indescribable.

He took my hand and placed it on the flute.

"Yun'er, give it a try. ”

My lips touched the smooth surface of the flute, and there was still the residual warmth left by him, and my heart was hot, even if he was not around, every time I played the flute, it touched the place where his lips were spared, like an indirect kiss...... As soon as the roots of my ears were hot, I suddenly felt that my brain was a little too numb.

I came back to my senses and tried to play the flute, but the sound of the flute had just entered my eardrums, and suddenly it was dark in front of me.

In a daze, there seemed to be his clear voice whispering in his ears.

"Yun'er, wait for me ......"

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[Note] "The peony is newly planted, and several flowers are opened in the court." The east wind and restraint are left to the fine gentleman to come. "Don Luchu

A few newly planted peony flowers bloomed, and the wind was reluctant to blow them off, leaving them for my beloved wife.

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