Yurong is lonely and tears are dry, and pear blossoms bring rain in spring.

Li Ningzhu drank some wine, leaned softly against the window, and a trace of sickly flush gradually appeared on her pale face.

"Xiaoman, Xiaoman. The girl called softly, but it was Gu Yu who came closer.

"Miss, Sister Xiaoman is no longer here. Gu Yu said.

Li Ningzhu suddenly waved her hand, and Gu Yu turned to leave.

In a trance, time is rewinded.

Two little girls surrounded a big flower, one with a small hoe and laboriously weeding, and the other with a scoop, scooped water in the wooden bucket on the side, and watered it clumsily.

"Miss!" The little girl with the hoe looked at her young lady angrily, and pointed her pink little finger at the big puddle of water on the ground: "If you keep watering like this, you will drown the big flowers!"

"Ahh

In the middle of the month and at the end of the month, Xiaoman likes to take his young lady to the big willow tree outside the Ji and Pavilion in the house to sit on the swing and watch the moon.

Li Ningzhu asked the reason, and the girl smiled stupidly: "Because my name is Li Manyue!"

Men love to drink, but Wei He doesn't drink a drop of wine, and he loves tea alone.

Therefore, in Li Ningzhu's yard, a small tea garden was opened, which Xiaoman invited his father and mother to come and plant.

Xiaoman's father and mother are tea farmers, and when they occasionally have time to go home, they have learned a little bit about it, and they have to show off in front of their own young lady.

"Linglu is cloudless, above the marquis. The fusion of the sun and the sun, the second time of the harvest. The days are heavy and cloudy, I don't know what to do!" Xiao Man shook his head when he was studying with the gentleman invited by the master, and stopped Li Ningzhu, who was about to pick tea, with a smile: "This is what Xing Shixiang, the master of the tea ceremony, said, Miss, it has been hazy for days, and now it is past noon, but it is not the time to pick tea! If you pick tea now, steam and fry it indiscriminately, and give it to Wei Gongzi, I am afraid that this sycophant will be slapped on the horse's face!"

"Wow, Xiaoman!", Li Ningzhu scratched the squeaky nest of her maid, and scolded with a smile: "You dare to say that Wei Gongzi is a horse, don't you say that Miss I am a mare?

"Miss, spare your life! Xiaoman really didn't think so..."

Hao leaned slightly and looked at the small tea garden in the courtyard, where the snow was washed clean by the rain and melted into the soil.

The tea is nameless, Li Ningzhu just calls it the full moon, and the small bag given to Wei He is called full moon tea.

The strength of the wine fell, Li Ningzhu's little face looked a little pale because she didn't eat or drink, her lips were dry and chapped, and there were many small blood marks and skin, and her mouth hurt if she moved a little.

brushed the slightly messy yellow hair on her sideburns, and the corners of Li Ningzhu's mouth pulled slightly.

As soon as the east wind comes, in March, a new wave of spring tea will be born.

It's just that this year, the people who drink tea are gone, and the people who raise tea and protect tea are also gone.

"Only the tea pickers, only the tea pickers are still there.

Li Ningzhu muttered.

On the table, there was an agarwood box with a length and width of one foot and a delicate workmanship, and the outside of the box was locked.

It's like a door, separating life and death, separating Xiaoman and Li Ningzhu.

She didn't have the keys.

Five years ago, August 15 was the Mid-Autumn Festival and Xiaoman's birthday.

"Your birthday is really easy to remember!" Li Ningzhu placed an exquisitely crafted agarwood box in the center of the table, and it was still today.

Xiao Man grinned and said: "August 15 is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is the full moon, naturally easy to remember, my father and mother originally wanted to name me Qiuxiang, which means that in the Mid-Autumn Festival, chrysanthemums are fragrant, and moon cakes are also fragrant! ”

Li Ningzhu pursed her lips and said, "Full Moon is such a stupid name, naturally no one will fight with you!"

Xiaoman smiled and murmured: "Don't fight for the good, don't fight for the best." ”

That day, she didn't understand.

Today, I understand a little.

"Well, today you are eighteen, and this is for you. Li Ningzhu pointed to the exquisite box on the table.

"Agarwood!" Xiao Man held it in his arms with some love, the puppy was looking for food, his nose was attached to the box, and he sniffed indiscriminately.

"This fragrance, this cool taste, is fragrant Ruixiang wood!" Xiao Man was like seeing the owner's puppy, and threw himself into Li Ningzhu's arms, crying without any image: "Miss, you are so good!"

Li Ningzhu rubbed Xiaoman's head and said with a smile: "I know that you like agarwood and have always wanted a piece, so I will prepare it for you in the morning!"

The lid of the box was opened, and inside were two smaller, natural and uncarved agarwood.

Li Ningzhu said with a smile: "Take it all, you can carve whatever you want!"

Later, Xiaoman happily came to his young lady with a pair of agarwood dolls and handed her one of them.

"This, for Miss's child," Xiaoman smiled, "This, for my child." ”

Li Ningzhu closed her eyes, and the corners of her eyes flickered.

She vaguely remembered that when Xiaoman handed the doll to herself, her eyes were as bright as the full moon.

"Kid, kid. Li Ningzhu held the doll and called in a low voice.

Ever since she accidentally saw the other half of the jade jue in Xiaoman's box that day, she felt that she was no longer herself, but a demon.

The fire of jealousy burns, and anger attacks the heart.

She felt like she had nothing left and had been betrayed by the two most important people in her life.

Qu Yi promised Zhan Yinian to go out to play, and with his help he found the killer and hung the prayer ribbon with 'Li Manyue' written on it on the branch in the fortune teller's yard.

The fortune teller took the deposit and did what had to be done.

But when the accounts were settled later, he changed his mind and asked for five times the price.

Li Ningzhu asked why, and the fortune teller glanced at her with disgust, and then turned his head away, as if her fairy-like beautiful face was not as comfortable as the evil ghosts in hell.

She asked again.

The man said coldly, "I never kill children, but that woman."

One corpse, two lives, you made an exception for me!"

Li Ningzhu didn't know how she returned to Li's house, only the words of the fortune teller in her mind, no matter what, couldn't dissipate.

One corpse, two lives!

The child, after all, is gone.

Who should I give this doll to?

Li Ningzhu walked to the table and looked at the agarwood box fixedly.

Although there is no key, if you want to open it, there is a way.

She stretched out her hand, and finally left the box again, only to pick up the flask on the table and pull out a paper bag from her bosom.

The flask swayed slightly, and the white powder blended into the amber glow.

Li Ningzhu raised her head and drank it all.

I walked to the window and took one last look at the small tea garden in the courtyard.

Spring is here again, but who should this garden full of spring tea be picked from?

(End of chapter)