The night wind blocked the doors and windows, and the familiar subtle sound of blowing branches and leaves echoed in the small courtyard. Both are dark, but because of the warm embrace of the bright eyes, they have become two completely different worlds.

The wetness around the neck softens the stiff body, and each touch is as light as pity, blending into the boundless black.

Yin Zhen gently put the person curled up in his arms on the bed, ran his fingers through the wet hair in his ears and touched his forehead, turned on the small lamp next to the bed and turned it to the darkest dim and cast it on the wall. There was an unclear black shadow beside him, and he couldn't tell which one was him or her.

"I told you I would marry you, do you believe it?"

Smiling arms still hooked around his neck, cowering to the side and nodding. Biting his lip timidly, he seemed to have thought about it for a long time, and his eyes flashed with water and asked softly, "When?"

Yin Zhen seemed to be laughing and whispered to her, "When I am twenty-five years old, I will marry you in a big red sedan chair", she pursed her lips and laughed stupidly, and then frowned and said that she could get married at the age of twenty. He raised his eyebrows and asked her what she was anxious about, and suddenly remembered that she had said that she wanted to marry early so that her brother could be relieved as soon as possible, but she saw her blushing and hiding back in his neck, and her fingertips plucked the buttons of her clothes, and the breath made him hot and itchy.

"Twenty-five years old, that's nearly ten years, how ......old are you at that time," Zhan smiled and said slowly, as if the words were being considered, and cautiously whispered, "At your age, you should marry a wife, and there will be dolls." Aren't you in a hurry?"

"Are you in a hurry? You want to marry me and have children for me?"

Once, such words were never asked. No matter which woman she or the woman who entered the door, it was never a question for him with a noble status, and it would not be a question or an answer, he just had to marry them one by one according to his will and raise them in the backyard, and give them the life they deserve or a son and a daughter.

Once, she bore him child after child. Accompanying, leaving, coming back, the family is separated and reunited, until the children grow up and have their own lives, and the son marries a wife and is about to become a father.

At one time, they lived together for twenty long years. He never asked her or said anything, but he was already in the hearts of the two of them, and there was no need to speak.

Now, this question, like a casual accident, gave him some real feelings, and it seemed that her answer was also very important. It doesn't matter which one she is, she who was once mature enough to be in charge of his family, or she who relies on him at this time to be unfamiliar with the world.

It seems to be out of the confines of imperial power, and that answer is closer to the heart.

Facing the girl who was shrunk into a small ball hidden in front of his chest, Yinzhen gently rubbed the back of her neck, waiting and urging again, and whispered her name in her ear to ask for a response.

Zhan's smiling face pressed against his chest, his little head rubbing and moving, and all the words were so light that they blew into the fabric with the breath, striking his heart that had become beating violently, hot and hot.

Yin Zhen wrapped her slender waist around her body, brushed her hair and pinned it behind her ears to wrap her crimson face, her fingers slid on her earlobes and slid to her bare shoulders and fell along her arms in her palms, gently holding her ten fingers and pressing them to her heart. "I'll wait for you, smile, no matter how many years, sooner or later I will marry you. We will have children, like mine, like yours, our children. ”

Zhan Xiaoyi's face was red as if he was about to start a fire, and he leaned on him and whispered how early it would be and how late it would be, Yinzhen's lips kissed her trembling, and the words she said seemed to come from another time and space, "It's early you can't imagine, it's too late for me to foresee, one day you will understand." ”

The hand behind her back ruffled her hair and held the back of her head, deepening his kiss and longing. The tip of his tongue in his mouth was entangled with his breathing, causing him to gasp again and again.

Hands rubbed against her slender shoulders like fish swimming in water, gently and eagerly rubbing with the curves. The miniskirt that fits the tight hip line is pushed to the waist, the palm of the hand is pressed against the small bottoms, and the fingertips hook the edge of the lace and are held down by a small hand in a panic.

The gasp that was about to retreat was re-swallowed, and Yinzhen turned over violently and laid her flat on the bed, and the soft atrium was instantly held in his palm.

The beating from the heart became more and more intense, as if it had been awakened to a memory, and a small protrusion stood in the palm of the hand. When two people open their eyes at the same time, they see themselves in each other's eyes, layer upon layer like waves, so black that there is no edge, and they fall deeper and deeper.

Yin Zhen turned her back from the bed and leaned against her chest with a smile, the arc of the white nightdress thrown to the pillow was like the long hair that fell back to her bare back, and her broad chest was slowly pressed down against the soft and arrogant. The kiss became deeper and more urgent, the pale pink of the fingertips on her chest, the lips and tongue were already there, and as the fingers wandered around, strings of red were printed on the fair skin, which became clearer in the dim light.

Zhan Xiaoyi bit his lower lip and grabbed his collar and pulled him back in front of him, the half-open placket showing the muscle texture of his chest, which was tightly attached to her body to transmit hot body temperature.

He was different from her, even though it was smooth and clean, incredibly clean and fresh, it was still as hard as steel wrapped in warmth and softness.

Trembling fingertips under his guidance, he unbuttoned his pajamas and pushed his pajamas behind his shoulders, and suddenly her naked chest and lean waist and abdomen made her blush, dodge and be fixed back to face it.

The fading scar just shook her eyes and didn't really look at it, but it still frightened her, and her hand was sweating under his palm. Following his example, he carefully touched and slowly moved to his waist, and was hugged tightly under him and almost suffocated.

The rapid gasping changed the rhythm, like a low groan overflowing from the lips, sealed under Yinzhen's fiery lips. I can't find the light peck kiss she once questioned, and it was so hot that I almost fainted and couldn't bear it. Even though he was lying on the bed, he was still limp and weak, and only with his hands behind him and in the crooks of his strong arms could he find some support.

The tip of the helpless immature tongue was hooked into the lips and teeth and then tightly wrapped and could not be returned, and he smiled and looked at the black deep pool-like pupils and closed his eyes, tried to lick lightly, and was sucked violently in an instant, and the pain pinched the shoulder and back muscles that instantly stretched under his fingers. The waist was hung from the bed as if it was about to be broken, and it was tightly clamped between Yinzhen's arms and body, leaving no gaps.

The thighs that were together were grabbed by his hands as his waist and hips twisted, and he lay on the bed and didn't dare to move again. The hard heat was pressed between the legs through the light pajama pants, and I couldn't hide from it.

Zhan smiled and looked up at the tense face close at hand, seemingly expressionless and like all kinds of emotions colliding together, unable to tell what he was thinking about and doing, opening his mouth to hold his breath.

The strangeness on his leg was completely different from his quiet gaze, and he moved suddenly. Zhan smiled and covered her hands with her hands to almost scream in surprise, her eyes widened, and the obvious curiosity in her eyes made Yinzhen tighten her arms and circle her head back to her chest, and the corners of her lips curled into a helpless smile. The forbearance and repression gradually disappeared under his eyes, and the extremely dark pupils emitted a deeper light.

The small hand that stopped at the side of her waist quietly moved along the pajama pants, and the fingertips just touched it and it moved more intensely, and at the moment she was stunned, there was a dull pant above her head, as if it resonated from the chest cavity in her ear. I didn't have time to stop my hand, but I was grabbed by my big palm and held on it.

Zhan's smile froze completely, and the eyes of the eyes that looked at each other were hot and fiery and panicked, and they were stunned to let the more real hot and hard burn her palm through the white cotton cloth. The breathing was disordered and irregular, the half-open mouth was kissed and babbling intermittently, and the only cover on his body quickly faded to the end of the bed under Yinzhen's hands. Her limp legs were gently pushed away, and the same nakedness was placed in the middle of it, crushing her beneath her, and she was shaking.

She was so young that she had never tasted □□ □□ for her for the first time, and there was probably no one in the world who knew her better than him. Even if this immature body was explored for the first time, he also deeply understood her likes and dislikes, where could she be the enemy, how could she escape again.

His lips, his hands, and even his body, every touch made her sink deeply, just like looking at his deep black eyes, no matter what kind of love he had, he had to sink, even if it was a catastrophe.

Zhan smiled and wrapped his neck around Yinzhen, his little face pressed against his sweaty cheeks, and his lips trembled and whispered in his ears, hesitant but firm. "I ...... I'm afraid, I heard that it hurts...... Will there be a baby...... I'm afraid, if my brother knew...... However, I really like you, and you like me, don't you? I can, if I had a child like you, I wouldn't want him, I would be nice to him. ”

Yin Zhen, who was hugging her, froze suddenly, looked at the flashing big eyes and raised his hand to cover her eyes, and sighed secretly. Lying down with a petite shudder in her arms who grabbed driftwood as if drowning, she patted her back soothingly.

"You're young, you won't. ”

Zhan smiled and opened his eyes to look back, and the small hand that touched the smooth chest was grasped by his warm hand, and the wrinkled delicate eyebrows were full of grievances and puzzles.

Yinzhen kissed her eyebrows and called her name over and over again, but she never heard the two words she had called out from the bottom of her heart countless times.

In this room in this small courtyard in this time and space, he is just an ordinary man, with no status and status, and even his name is only saved for her, but he can't recall the bottom of his heart.

She never called him by his name here, and he didn't need to. What he wants, he can't say, and he can't say.

Fortunately, she here has him in her heart. Even if she is as young as she can't say her love, a word of love is enough. She was still willing to have his children, saying that she would be good to him.

The silent night filled the room with spring colors, covered by a thin quilt, blocking the lingering charm that had not been further advanced.

Yin Zhen held the breathing in his arms and gradually returned to a smooth smile, looked at her closed eyes in the dim light, caressed her flushed cheeks, and watched her sleep peacefully on his shoulder.

The life of two people seems to be as simple as that, two people and a cat, living in two separate rooms, as if nothing has happened.

Sometimes when she fell asleep against him while sitting in the living room, he would carry her back to the room, lie on the side and hug her, and fall asleep quietly.

The lives of the two seemed to be a little different, she would take the initiative to tell him where he wanted to go, ask him what he meant, would drag him into the kitchen to watch her cook snacks, and even pulled his sleeves and smiled and glued his hands with flour, as if the two of them were cooking and eating together.

Occasionally, Zhan Xiaoyi would suddenly jump in front of Yinzhen who was reading a book and kiss him on the lips quickly and lightly. He pulled her back and hugged her on his lap who wanted to run away, but she asked him to close his eyes, quietly picked up the white cat next to him and brought it to his lips, giggling heartlessly, until he was kissed so much that he couldn't breathe, and then lay on his shoulder and gasped.

Occasionally, he looked at her as if he had gone back to that night, but he always walked back to the room alone to shut her out, or shut himself in the bathroom, and when he reappeared, he changed back to his usual appearance.

The seeds by the courtyard wall have sprouted, and they are still growing wildly in the cooler season, and they climb up the wall. A new string of purple beads sprouted from the green of the trellis, and the two men picked it together to make a new wine and seal it in a jar.

Yin Zhen picked up a golden plush puppy out of nowhere, smiled happily and kept calling Xiao Q, kissing and touching in his arms. She came up with various names for the puppy, but he only said that it was called Simao, and that the white cat was called Umi.

Approaching the day of school, Jiang Yucheng called and called Yinzhen. He has already contacted the school and wants to return to the place where he grew up. Zhan Xiaoyi didn't know what they were talking about, only that the teenage playmate's best friend was leaving.

In the crowd of people seeing off the airport, two people stood in the corner, Jiang Yucheng watched from a distance and left silently, smiled and waved back to lean on Yinzhen's chest, tears dripping into his clothes.

Busy study and work occupy most of her time, although the bar is no longer gone, the part-time job at the fast food restaurant and magazine still persists. Yinzhen is still a teacher in the calligraphy and painting group, but she goes in and out with her every day at the small courtyard gate. There are no more beautiful conjectures about the golden boy and girl in the school, but there is no boy pursuing a solitary smile, it seems that all the gossip stopped overnight, and even Lolita, which was once a rumor on the school Internet, is no longer mentioned.

Yinzhen's money was always in an envelope and handed over to Zhan Xiaoyi like the first time, she never moved but just stored it together, and he never asked.

Occasionally, Chen Wanyun would call Yinzhen and hang up after saying a few words. She didn't ask him or take the initiative to mention it, as if there was no such woman in her life who had ever loved him, just a colleague in the school office, which didn't have any meaning.

Lin Ruoli would occasionally ask Zhan Xiaoxiao to go shopping, and Zhan Xiaoxiao would call when he was not closed by military training, and time gradually slipped away in his daily life.

When the coolness of autumn really swept through the city of Beijing, Zhan Xiaoxiao wore the latest season's winter clothes and followed the photography team into the gate of the Temple of Heaven. In the quiet park, in front of the blue tile and golden roof, under the red brick wall, the cute girls like white velvet bears smile brightly like the summer sun.

Yin Zhen walked slowly on the mound altar, looking at the artemisia leaf bluestone on the altar and sighed silently, gently touching the stone claw head under the railing, and the gemstone ring was refracted by the sunlight with red light shining on those ancient cloud dragon patterns.

Zhan Xiaoxiao chased after him in a thick wool coat and miniskirt between shots, his boots clattering on the stone steps, and his hands were tugging at the long scarf around his neck and the hat on his head with plush gloves.

Yin Zhen looked back at her, shook her head to help her put it on, took a tissue and carefully wiped the sweat under her bangs, and whispered to coax her not to take it off, so as not to suffer the wind.

Zhan Xiaoyi pulled him to the imperial dome outside the Yuanqiu altar, pushed him to stand in front of the echo wall behind the east side hall and patted the heavy wall, ran to the other side with a smile, and whispered with his little face against the wall: "Simao Simao, here is Zhan Xiao, here is Zhan Xiaoyi." Can you hear me?"

Yin Zhen's low and laughing voice came clearly from inside the red wall, "Wumi?"

Zhan smiled coquettishly and learned to meow, and the laughter became long through the walls, as if adding several times to the joy of love.

The two of them stood at the east and west ends with their backs to the wall, and no one could see anyone through the two side halls, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds in the same posture.

The sudden discomfort in the body made Yinzhen support his forehead, and his body leaning against the wall was tense and stood firmly, and he looked up at the other end suddenly, but there were only red bricks and blue tiles in the open, and he lost that small delicate figure.

Enduring the headache, Yinzhen called her name at the wall, one after another, the voice became smaller and smaller, so light that he couldn't hear it.

Hearing the clear response accompanied by a buzzing in his ears, Yinzhen rubbed his temples weakly, only to feel that what he saw in front of him became more and more empty.

"Smile. Yinzhen's face leaned against the red brick wall, his eyebrows were tightly tightened, and his thin lips trembled against it, and his clenched fists became almost transparent in front of him, shining silver in the sun.

The words seemed to come from the bottom of my heart and gritted my teeth with all my might, and the voice really seemed to come from the distant sky, mixed with some mysterious magic that echoed within the walls. "I'm sorry, I can't accompany you anymore, it's not that I don't want you. I will wait for you, no matter where you are, no matter where I am, I will wait for you, when you grow up, marry you, and marry you to be my wife who loves Xinjueluo Yinzhen. Remember, I'm Yinzhen, your Yinzhen. ”

The tall figure behind the east side hall turned into a silver light and shadow in the daylight, like the fire tree and silver flowers in the night sky on Chinese New Year's Eve.

There was one more voice in the wall, as short as an echo of his farewell.

The same two words, I can't find the once brisk tone. Maybe it's still those smiling eyes, but the voice has become unusually dry, like an old wine that has opened an altar but misplaced the storage space, fermented and deteriorated, and is so sour that it is difficult to enter the throat.

Yin Zhen's eyes suddenly darkened in the feeling of déjà vu, and the two familiar words he wanted to hear from her mouth echoed in his ears, and his consciousness finally disappeared uncontrollably.

In the empty imperial dome, there was only a small figure like a fluffy white bear, running around the long circular wall, and there were more tears on the panicked little face.

Under the clear blue sky, a cool breeze suddenly rises and the white clouds dissipate.

In the echo wall that can transmit sound, an ancient name still resounds - Yinzhen.