At lunchtime, Fu Xuan came back, and naturally, as soon as he returned to the housing estate, he first went to the side room of the first dream. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Fu Xuan did not go empty, and only brought lunch from the stove room. At noon, Jin Ting invited him to have lunch with Zhao, but Fu Xuan also declined, only thinking about coming back to coax the first dream.

But when he took a look at the door of the side room with the wooden case, the room was empty, not even the ylang-ylang she loved, and the room was devoid of flowing color, and it looked lonely and dull.

Fu Xuan found a table and put down the wooden case in his hand, and rubbed the edge of his sleeve to hook up the black satin that had just been embroidered in his first dream. Fu Xuan's heart is warm, the reason why Wuyi Lane is called Wuyi Lane is because Wang Xie's second mansion is located here, most of them are noble courtiers, all wearing black clothes, and the first dream is embroidered, naturally there is no one else to give, it must be embroidered and Fu Xuan. What a little woman, Fu Xuan smiled in her heart, unconsciously hooked the corners of her lips, her face was cold and indifferent, there must be me in her heart, it is also a day, how can you be so decisive after many days of affection, say forget it.

With the corners of the lips lightly, Fu Xuan also rubbed the silk brocade in his hand, as if rubbing the hair of the first dream of green silk Huaman, touching it, and felt that there was something unusual in his hand, sticky and smooth, and a trace of ominous omen rose in his heart, so he picked up the piece of fabric that was still tied to the embroidery net and sniffed it, it was really blood.

"This first dream doesn't seem like such a careless person. Fu Xuan muttered softly, and his heart stinged with it.

Putting down the black brocade, he went out to look for it again, the sun in May was more prosperous in April, Fu Xuan knew, although the first dream was cold, but more afraid of the scorching sun, he had heard about it before, the first dream called Na Wei Zhen not to bask in the scorching sun for an hour, when he went back to the stove room, he couldn't support it, and he almost fainted, so when the sun was proud, the sun was hot and poisonous, Fu Xuan ran around along the flower path and looked around, his forehead was also sweating, what would he do if the first dream was not in the house?

The flower path runs through the garden from south to north, and there is a section of the path where the trees are a little thin, that is, the side where there is a lake, and at that time, the sparkling blue waves are sending the luster like broken gold leaf into the eyes of the passers, where the sunlight is even more scorching, Fu Xuan did not intend to look at it, but after all, he glanced at it cautiously, but said that he had miscalculated.

The first dream is in the sea of flowers on the other side of the lake, looking down at a bouquet of flowers.

The first dream in the sea of flowers is wrapped in a lake and golden waves, and the whole body is splendid, like a fairy descending from the sky, adjacent to the world, like a dream.

Fu Xuan stepped forward and saw that the bouquet of flowers was the bouquet of dream sand where he hugged Fang Xun before the first dream.

"Why did you come here at noon?" Fu Xuan's heart was cold for most of the time, vinegar and bitterness, mixed tastes, so sad.

"Just come and see. It's just to see how it looks, and there is no side meaning, so the son doesn't have to worry too much. ”

"You are like this, how can I not be careful. Fu Xuan hurriedly said, "I was cold and indifferent to me before, and today I came to see this flower, if you have a release in your heart, then I will admit it, as you like." ”

"What kind of angry words did Childe say? Chu Meng got up and said, "Chu Meng has something in his heart, I want to be quiet, on weekdays, the flowers in this garden are the most charming, but only the sand in this dream is planted by Chu Meng's hands, and I love it very much, Chu Meng just wants to guard her by this lake and be quiet, and the son will go back." ”

"I won't go back! The sun is so strong on the lake, what should you do if you pass out here? If you want to be quiet, I will accompany you to be quiet. I don't speak, you have the right to think of me as a rotten wood and a rock standing on the shore of this lake, okay?"

Chu Meng glanced at Fu Xuan, extremely helpless, sighed again after a while, and said, "Forget it." Let's go back. But as soon as she turned around, the bloody knife mark on her neck jumped into Fu Xuan's eyes, Fu Xuan was worried that there was no clue to be found on Chu Meng's body, only the eye greedily intercepted an inch of clues, this knife appeared, but it was more like a knife in Fu Xuan's heart, and the blood was dripping.

"What's wrong? Fu Xuan didn't know what kind of words to use to ask, his eyes trembled, and he reached out to collect the long black hair.

"I didn't cut it inappropriately. ”

"What happened to you? Tell me, in the end, I am also a son of a house, and I have more natural connections, maybe I can help you!"

"No need, no one can help me, and the bell must be tied to the bell. Childe, let's go back to dinner. ”

The first dream didn't care about it, and she was about to leave, but it happened that the hem of her skirt hooked the sand branches in the dream, and the first dream seemed to have lost her calmness, and her heart was anxious and did not go to investigate, so she only struggled hard, and the sound of cracking silk was suddenly loud and loud on the shore of this quiet lake, which seemed to tear Fu Xuan's heart apart, and the first dream stumbled forward and fell among the flowers.

Fu Xuan was silent, silently helped her up, only to see Chu Meng's arm, and fine stones and thin branch scratches on the palm.

"Good. Let's go back to dinner. Fu Xuan said softly, only took out his silk handkerchief to wipe her wounds, he knew that the more he pressed at this moment, the more he pushed her to the end of the road, and there was nothing to do for a while, the more painful he was.

"Childe, first dream...... It seems to have been enough. ”

Fu Xuan listened, and without saying a word, he picked up the first dream of blushing and the same color as the sun and walked towards the eldest son's house. The first dream came out of this trip, and she was already sweating profusely, and she fell, and when she got up, she was dizzy and ankle, but the ensuing discomfort was no match for the entanglement in her heart, and the feeling of being a threat was uncomfortable. Shrunk in Fu Xuan's soft arms, the scent of patchouli was as usual, but she was even more bitter and weak.

Fu Xuan saw that she turned her face away with a pale face, unwilling to get close to him, so he guessed that she was stumbling in some trouble, and there was nothing else to do, Fu Xuan only supported her body again, so that his wide sleeves could shield her from the scorching sun, although so for him, the burden on his arms was heavier and more sore.

Chu Meng was carried back to the house by Fu Xuan, but she felt that this direction seemed to be a little offset, so she wanted to jump out of that arms. Fu Xuan only said softly: "Don't move." Chu Meng didn't dare to move again, so he let Fu Xuan carry him and walked straight to the house where Fu Xuan lived.

Fu Xuan's bedroom, the first dream of the future for a long time, is still as cool as in the old days, I used to feel cold, but now the sun is scorching outside, but I feel cool, and what surprised her even more is that although she has moved away from Fu Xuan's bedroom for a while, the incense burner is still burning her beloved ylang-ylang incense.

"When you smell it, it's as if you're beside you. Fu Xuan followed Chu Meng's gaze lightly, and walked towards his bed with her in his arms.

"Childe, the clothes on Chu Meng's body are dirty, just put Chu Meng on the ground. ”

Before she could finish speaking, her back had already touched Fu Xuan's soft mattress. Fu Xuan took a set of clean new shirts from the side, handed it to Chu Meng, and said: "I used to order a few more pieces, the same style, you can change it, and I will apply the medicine to your feet later." ”

With that, Fu Xuan left the bedroom and closed the door again. The room instantly came down in time and space, in silence, it seemed that I could listen to the sound of the red candle flame core beeping and burning, the first dream stared at the candle, the hollow flower case has been dripping into a short branch of melted wax, vertical and horizontal weeping a candlestick and a table, as if no one has cleaned up for a long time, messy, this Fu Xuan, really for her soul lost.