Chen Wanyun stood on the stone steps and smiled generously, and when she saw the stunned smile after opening the door, she was stunned for a moment like her.

Zhan's smiling face was still crimson, and he ran a few steps without panting, holding on to the door and looking back. The doubts in his eyes gradually turned into resentment, and he took a step back with bright red lips and let Chen Wanyun walk into the courtyard door with a mature woman lotus.

It was still a well-fitting cheongsam, from black and white ink to blue, and a few touches of light to white tactfully gradually shallow like clouds hanging in the sky, stopping in the courtyard.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know if I didn't know it, so I took the liberty of bothering me. ”

Standing next to the mature and feminine Chen Wanyun with a smile, she looked more like a child, with a pair of pink cartoon slippers and white sports pants and a T-shirt of the same color, and two twisted braids hanging down on her chest. Both are slender but one is tall and one is petite, looking at each other and smiling.

"Where's your father?" Chen Wanyun smiled as if she felt the embarrassment of showing her smile, and asked again, "Is Teacher Ai here?" I heard that you went to school to bring his luggage back, so I came here to find him...... There are things to talk to him about. ”

Zhan Xiaoyi frowned and turned to her direction facing Yinzhen's door, and smiled apologetically at her inquiring gaze, "I'm sorry, it's not convenient today." If you're not in a hurry, can you talk about it another day? or ...... School starts in a few days, so I'm sure I'll see you then. ”

Chen Wanyun looked at the closed doors and windows behind her, lowered her head and smiled, took out an envelope from her bag and handed it over, "Then please help me give this to him, if it is convenient for him to call me back, I am afraid that if I write it clearly, I will delay the business." Thank you for your hard work, I'll take my leave first. ”

"No trouble, no hardship. Zhan smiled hesitantly and took the envelope, his eyes tried to follow Chen Wanyun, who walked to the front of the courtyard, his fingers pinched hard, and he followed quickly, "Teacher Chen...... Sorry, it was a joke that day, he wasn't my father. ”

Just as she was about to step out of the threshold, she paused to hold on to the door with her bare hands, and the royal blue hairpin next to her bun shook out a light with her nodding movement, and walked out steadily.

Yinzhen took a book and leaned against the head of the bed, not squinting. Zhan smiled and handed the envelope to him, his eyes wandered between the white envelope and his fingers, and he stood for a long time.

"Put it away. The man who was focused on the pages said casually.

Zhan smiled and casually dropped the envelope beside his lap, turned around and left, and was wrapped around his waist by his outstretched long arms and sat on the edge of the bed.

Yin Zhen's hand holding the book wrapped around her waist, and the small hands that were clenched into fists were folded on her arms, and her voice was as low as before, and there was a chuckle that seemed to be ridiculous under the careful listening. "Am I not your father anymore?

"Guests. Zhan smiled away from his cheeks and looked at the sunlight cast on the ground, squinting his eyes and puffing out his cheeks, "You said you were going to pay the rent, but don't break your word and get fat." There are also food expenses, medical expenses, laundry and cleaning expenses, chatting and laughing expenses, sleepless care expenses, compensation for mistakes, mental damage, youth damage, ......etc.

The thick sour smell soaked the air, causing the man to bury his face in her neck, and smiled and exhaled in pain, unable to break away from it, and elbowed his elbow behind him.

The body that was attached to the back suddenly arched back an inch, and the person who reacted quickly turned around and looked at his waist with concern, his fingers hooked the sheet and dangled on the side of the pink scar, not daring to touch it, and asked again and again if it hurt or not.

The chatter disappeared under his fingers, and he looked up with a smile to see the bright eyes of the corners of his curved lips, and his little face was red and white on his uninjured waist, and he was coquettish: "How can you still learn to listen to the root of the wall at such an age, I thought that only children who have not grown up like to play this kind of trick." Listen to it, and let people know why you don't blush at all. ”

Yin Zhen held her waist and easily put it on her lap, picked up the envelope on the side and stuffed it into her hand, looked at her resentful eyes with her forehead against each other, and her voice was low and soft, "Have you grown up?"

Zhan smiled and pretended not to hear, measured the thickness of the envelope, turned his eyes twice without opening it, stared at the smooth chest that was close at hand, drew a pale white mark on the corner of the envelope, and gently erased it with his fingertips.

"I heard that you are 38 years old, how to maintain it, I can't see it, no wonder someone chased after the news of it. I had just entered the door with my front foot and before I could catch my breath, she chased after her back foot, and before I could get a cup of tea and table my hospitality, she ran away again. ”

Zhan smiled and dodged his staring gaze and looked down at the envelope in his hand, heard Yinzhen hum, the arm around the back of his waist slowly tightened, and said in a deep voice: "It's not too old." ”

She looked up at him in surprise, only to feel that this man pretended to be deaf and dumb, and said that his ability was more sophisticated than hers, and his heart and eyes were not ordinary small. Not to mention that he has a super memory, he will fight back at the right time, which makes people feel depressed and unspeakable.

The thick eyelashes confronted each other without blinking, and the breath of the two people flowed through the guò close noses, and each breath was entangled, gradually turning to the same frequency.

Yinzhen's hand rubbed her neck and moved it behind her back, stopped at the obvious protrusion under her shoulder blades, pecked her red lips and lifted her legs away from her legs and put her on the floor next to the bed.

"Put the money away. ”

Zhan smiled and shook his body to stand firm, opened his mouth and before he could speak, he saw the pair of black pupils that turned dark and deep, staring at her face with undisguised heat, thinking of the familiar dull voice just now, he turned red and ran out of the room.

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The courtyard in the afternoon is sunny and quiet.

Yinzhen sat on the recliner and read a book, and saw Zhan Xiaoyi climb onto the table and get up to help, with an extra bamboo basket in his hand.

Zhan smiled and cut a bunch of purple grapes and put them in the basket in his hand, so that the branches and leaves turned back to a large green patch.

He followed to the kitchen door, and she pulled her back to the chair and sat down, his eyes on her, and watched her happily clean and divide into three parts. The most neat and beautiful ones are placed on white porcelain plates, some of which are carefully peeled and squeezed into grape juice and frozen in the refrigerator, and the rest is poured into a bottle with sugar and sealed with a lid, and it is said that in a few days you will be able to drink your own wine.

Zhan smiled happily as she held the bottle full of grape beads, and after a while she wondered where to get a glow-in-the-dark glass to pair with her wine.

Yinzhen went back to the room and came out again, pulled her to squat by the sunny courtyard wall, pried up two floor tiles and dug the soil under with a shovel, looked at it with a smile and asked what to do, he didn't answer, just threw the tool into her hand and walked back to the grape trellis to continue reading.

Zhan smiled unhappily and worked in the sun, digging deeper and deeper and humming a little song proudly, and the clanging of the shovel frightened her to sit on the ground.

Yin Zhen looked at the deep pit behind her and shook her head, took the shovel and tapped it gently, and after a while, he dug out a small package. The layers of silk on the outside have rotted, and inside are delicate wooden carved lockets.

Zhan smiled, his eyes lit up and he touched it excitedly, "Oh my God, I actually buried this kind of antique in my house! Did you bury it? What is it in? Luminous cup? You are so understanding!"

Yin Zhen looked intently at the palm-sized jewelry box, his eyes turned into disbelief, and he carefully stroked the dust on the surface of the box as if he was treating some treasure.

Zhan smiled and didn't dare to scream anymore, took a brush and handed it over, looked at him cautiously, and asked softly, "Is it really yours?"

"Not really. Yinzhen took the brush and carefully swept away the accumulated soil in the carved gaps, and handed it to Zhan Xiaoyi after confirming that it was clean and undamaged.

On the top of the box is a small page of rice paper, cut to the same size as the box, slightly yellowed, so that you can see the handwriting inside without having to take it out.

- Build your own home, come on, show your smile!

A small smiling face at the check-in place.

Zhan smiled and opened his mouth slightly to look stupid, Yin Zhen was also stunned, and reached out to hold her waist and lean on herself.

"Is this smile talking about me?" Zhan smiled and looked up to meet his line of sight, and there was some water in his eyes, which was foggy and unreal.

Yin Zhen looked at the familiar handwriting in the box, then looked at the little face leaning on her shoulder and nodded, her thumb swept over the moist eyelashes under her eyes, and replied softly: "It's you, show a smile." ”

"But," Zhan smiled and touched the antique box, his fingertips stroked the deformed word "Zhen" wrapped in rose petals in the middle of the lid, and said suspiciously, "This thing is very old, has it been buried here...... Who would know my name? If it was really written to me, wouldn't I not see it if it was buried here? Or do you know?"

Yin Zhen shook his head and replied very mysteriously, like a reminder and a hint and like a statement of facts, "It's a little similar to your words." ”

"Like? It seems a little, but it's much better than my handwriting, but it's a little like yours, but it's much worse. ”

"I'll teach you. Yin Zhen smiled and rubbed the top of her head, and stood up with the person who was still leaning on her in a daze.

Zhan smiled and held the box quietly on his chest, still studying the words inside, and when he was put on the recliner, he suddenly looked up and asked, "What are you going to dig a hole for?"

Yin Zhen bent over and the shadow shrouded her face to block the subtle sunlight, and the corners of her lips gently raised and whispered: "Help you build a home." ”

She pouted noncommittally, he patted her on the head and turned around and walked back into the house, and when he came out again, he placed a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, and pulled her to stand in front of him and hold his right hand.

Time is always running forward, and every second counts. The space has been wrong for three hundred years, and some things have been staged and repeated. Confused with the background of time and space, continuing the beauty that can't be grasped between your fingers, quiet in two different courtyards. In front of a room, under a window, a ray of sunlight shines warmly.

The beautiful "female commandment" under the tip of the pen was written obliquely on the paper, and she smiled and leaned in front of him and looked back, Yinzhen looked at the two small words and came back to her senses, held her left hand and picked up the paperweight and pressed it on the corner.

is still those two souls, she has changed her identity, he has changed his status, and he is no longer a young couple to try to understand. When one party is sober and the other is ignorant, it is even impossible to distinguish whether the world has its own arrangements, and who summoned whom to go to whose side, so that they can meet each other and know each other and reincarnate until they promise to be in love and accompany each other.

But it was always just those two people.

is like a lifelike little person in the painting, like him, more like her, with a young and immature face, and the past moments that are no longer pursued. Three hundred years of painting, two time and space overlap at both ends of the brush and ink.

Zhan smiled and was silent, and Yinzhen lowered her head and stopped at her cheek. After the red sun gradually turned to the west and disappeared in the majesty of the Lama Temple, a little bit of gold and red was sprinkled on them and fell on the paper. The sand of the branches and leaves moving with the wind resounded above the head, bringing a slight coolness and dampness.

Yin Zhen looked at the barely open eyes in his arms, and finally tilted his head against his chest, breathing lightly and evenly.

The rice paper lay quietly on the table, blown by the wind and wrinkled the person in the painting, as if she suddenly turned her head to look at him and smiled. Comparing the similar faces that fall asleep quietly, it is impossible to tell which one is real and which one is illusory. A light smile rested on her lips, imprinted on her stretched eyebrows.

Carefully picked her up and placed her on his bed, covered with the sheet she gave him, Yinzhen sat in the chair next to the bed, looking at her as if she had been sitting for more than ten days, guarding. When night was about to fall, he stepped out of the room, squatted by the wall and laughed silently, shoveled back the hill-like soil beside his feet, sprinkled flower seeds carefully, and covered with thin soil.

The raindrops poured down the quiet courtyard, moistening the first flowers planted by the courtyard wall, and did not wake up the sleeping girl.

A wisp of fragrance seems to waft through the air, lingering. Yin Zhen stood in the courtyard with wet short hair and clothes, looking at the pavilion raised outside a wall, and the red bricks and gold tiles were like a world away.

At this time, Prince Yong's mansion three hundred years ago was the garden full of roses and incense in the courtyard he built for her.

At this moment, whoever sits in the chair, who makes tea and drinks slowly, who talks about wine, who looks at the moon and sighs, who will whisper the taste of laughter and lovesickness.

The cat that returned home in the evening lay at the end of the bed to comb its hair, and the plush cat head rested on Yinzhen's feet, squinting lazily at the man sitting at the head of the bed.

A small lamp shone a dim glow, and the pages in her hand gently turned, like slender fingers running between her pillow-covered hair.