"What's wrong with you? Are you tired? You go into the car and rest, I'll drive." But realizing that she can't work with such a skill as driving, He Wanci changed her words, "It's only five or six miles away, so it's okay for us to stop and rest before walking." After speaking, he reached out to pull the whip and reins in Xiaotong's hand.

Xiaotong didn't let go, turned his head and pulled the corners of his mouth at He Wanci, looked ahead again, and said, "Miss, I'm not tired." There is another way to Jiuci Temple. ”

It is beneficial and harmless to find a place to live earlier, Xiaotong can also rest early, and He Wanci will no longer persuade him. Gently wiped the tears on Xiaotong's face with a handkerchief, and said softly: "Then I'll sit here with you." ”

Xiaotong didn't know when the tears appeared on her face, so she was a little surprised when He Wanci helped her wipe her tears, but she quickly reacted. "The wind was strong just now, and the sand blew into the eyes. He sniffled, and explained to him.

The breeze came slowly, and the tiredness on my body disappeared a lot.

He Wanci didn't think much about Xiaotong's words, and only quietly looked at the surrounding scenery: the stars were twinkling, there were dense sycamores on both sides of the road, and the sound of insects was singing one after another. "It's beautiful here. He Wanci's voice was not loud, as if she was talking to Xiaotong, more like talking to herself.

The people around him didn't speak, but just whipped heavily on the horse's back, causing the horse to speed up.

He Wanci also stopped talking, continued to enjoy the surrounding scenery, and also hoped to arrive at the temple as soon as possible to rest, so as not to have any danger on the road.

Fortunately, it is a suburb and is inaccessible, otherwise the sycamores on both sides of the road would not grow so wantonly, tall and straight.

He Wanci's mind returned to those memories that belonged to him, and then to the events of the last few months, and finally to the memories of "himself" that Xiaotong said.

The more than 20 years of time between the two of them, adding up to more than 40 years of things, in fact, it won't take long to recall.

The sycamore in front of me is indeed beautiful. He Wanci had never seen so many sycamore trees in one place. Thinking of the description of the sycamore in the ancient poems is mostly to express the meaning of sadness, such as "the slanting sun wears the curtain more, and the slight coolness gradually enters the sycamore", such as "the three more rain on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting", and then "the sycamore treats each other old, and the mandarin duck will die", anyway, there are quite a lot, He Wanci feels that he is a mortal man, and it is good to honestly appreciate the beauty of the sycamore.

Xiaotong said before that when she was six years old, her parents were killed by mountain bandits, and her mother went to the temple with herself to pray for blessings, and when she met her on the way back, she cried sadly under the plane tree, and called her "Xiaotong" because of this. It is rare to say that the temple that went to pray for blessings was Jiuci Temple, and the sycamore tree was here?

He Wanci turned her head abruptly and looked at Xiaotong, her expression eased a lot at this time, and there was no trace of crying in the moonlight. She didn't know how to comfort her for a while, if she said her heart directly at this moment, although it was a good intention, wouldn't it make her sadness even more uncontrollable? He Wanci had already understood that kind of pain, and she didn't want Xiaotong to be sad again. Let her figure it out slowly and come out slowly is the best way.

If there is another way to go to Jiuci Temple, in fact, Xiaotong would rather go farther than go through this section of the road, but......

moved to Xiaotong's side, and He Wanci didn't say anything more.