A very familiar voice, with a long-lost tenderness, Wu Yan's heart sank, she already knew who it was, and she was obviously sensible to remind her that she should leave, but at that moment she didn't move her steps, she just turned around and followed the prestige.

The red paper is full of beauty, like rouge on a beauty's lips. This red paste on the lantern, when the light shines out of the lantern, the original plain and unremarkable is like being smeared by rouge in an instant, and it is as beautiful as a woman dressed in a street restaurant.

The water ripples, slowly shaking off the dazzling brightness, the broken lights are mixed in the water waves, the red light is broken, the white waves are dotted, the young man in Tsing Yi is behind him, the side face when he bows his head to enjoy the fish is baked bright and warm by the light in the lantern, the smile hooked by the slightly curved lips seems to be deep and shallow, when it is deep, it seems that the spring breeze is blowing on the face and the wine is fragrant, and when it is shallow, it seems that the dream is faint and does not want to wake up.

His long hair slid down the back of his head and inadvertently slipped off his shoulders, instantly covering the side of his face. Behind him are potted flowers and plants, all of which are reflected in the pool, and the fish swim happily in the water, which at first glance looks like fish shuttling among the flowers and plants. His figure fell into the pool, his green clothes fluttering, and the fish swimming happily, as if playing hide and seek between his sleeves. When the waves of water were broken, the reflections in the pool were broken into dots, but his figure did not disappear, there was him in every broken wave, and every light was him.

Wu Yan stood quietly, and a white porcelain bowl had reached in front of his eyes. In the flowers and grass, fish and lamps, light and shadow, the fingers of the young man in Tsing Yi holding the white porcelain bowl were slender and white, and he moved slightly, and he moved a little closer to himself.

There were only two or three steps left in him, and Wu Yan still lowered his head, wondering if he should smile when he looked up, whether it was appropriate to smile or smile lightly. Before she raised her head, she had already heard the other party's chuckle, she secretly speculated that this laughter was a little mocking, and a little polite, and before she could turn her mind back, her eyes had been out of her mind, and she looked at the other party early.

The smile was gentle, a pair of peach blossoms reflected the light of the pond, and even the words in my ears were moved.

"What are you doing standing stupidly, which fish you like, I'll catch it for you. ”

What kind of warmth and tenderness can not be compared to the young man smiling at this time.

The heart beats violently, the indescribable joy, the insoluble confusion, and the indelible cowardice.

How is he, it is him.

Was it frightened, or was it a surprise? Otherwise, how could the heart beat so fast and the joy so heavy.

Even a few hurried glances in the plum garden that day, and simply laughed at himself with affection, but today, the joy came so quickly, will it be, the loss will come faster.

Even if time is like a page, blown by the wind and passing quickly, I don't think too much about it. I'd rather stop time, my thoughts, and everything like this, so that I don't have to worry about the sorrow and fall of my trip before I start to rejoice and rejoice.

Wu Yan smiled again in an instant, when did he become such a sentimental person.

This sentimentality also comes from the phrase he once said,—— "We are not strangers, but we are not necessarily friends." ”

The thought of these words over and over again, the initial stunned, then the loss and disappointment, the sorrow and bitterness in the heart, and finally the astringent melancholy.

The salt official makes salt, and it is obtained by boiling and frying seawater. I take the heart's churning thoughts on the fire and fry them, and after filtering, the joy is easy to disperse, the sorrow is incomprehensible, and the coarse grains obtained are the same salty, like the taste of tears, and also like the taste of melancholy.

In a trance, I remembered the tender chanting of the woman on the stage I had heard, one sentence, but only five words, "I wish to win the heart of one person." ”

But who is he and who is he, he is just a nameless girl on the Tianshan Mountain, and he is the second prince of Dayong.