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"In the spring, the snow-white pear blossoms bloom all over the tree, and when the flowers fall, a pool of red lotus flowers will begin to bloom one after another. Brilliant as fire. Han Changyu's eyes narrowed slightly.

White pear and red lotus? Han Mo was stunned. In her mind, she couldn't help but show beautiful pictures.

In the picture, he was dressed in white, hiding behind a pear blossom tree, and watched the purple-clothed man half-lying on a bluestone in the pear blossom bush from a distance, laughing and flirting with a woman in red. The fog was so thick that I couldn't see the face of the man in purple clearly. She pushed aside the branches of the flowers, trying to get closer, a little closer.

"What's wrong with you?" Han Changyu asked, shaking Han Moyu's shoulders with both hands.

Han Moyu turned his head, only to realize that he was in tears. She didn't look at Han Changyu's puzzled eyes again, but rushed into the rain alone.

The rain soaked her clothes and made her sober a little. She shook her head vigorously, trying to get the strange memories out of her mind. However, the memory lingered.

……

A pond full of red lotuses in full bloom. The man in purple approached silently, and she didn't even notice it.

"Do you also like this pond full of red lotus?" said the purple-clothed man who smiled at himself, and turned his head to look at the red lotus in full swing.

The breeze blows, and on the white pear trees on the shore, pieces of snow-white petals flutter down, like a goose feather snow falling in the sky.

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"Han Moyu, what are you doing?!" Hearing the call, Han Moyu turned his head, only to find himself standing in the rain. She saw Han Changyu running towards her in the rain. She was stunned, couldn't help but take two steps back, then turned around and ran away.

I don't want to see that person again.

I didn't want to see that person again.

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The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Han Moyu didn't know where he had run. She's lost. It's a bit desolate, it's raining, and there's hardly any people.

She sat on her knees under the eaves, leaning against the cold wall. She didn't know what was wrong with her, how she could see such a strange picture in front of her eyes.

Those things, as if they were not a dream at all, as if they had really happened, and then she forgot them in her mind, but they were remembered recently. It was a terrible feeling, and it made Han Moyu feel like he was a madman. Han Moyu sighed and slammed his head against the wall a few times.

Because of the rain, the sky was overcast, and I couldn't tell what time it was. Her stomach growled, and she realized how much time had passed.

The rain flowed down the eaves like beads with broken threads, and finally, it gathered more and more, turning into small waterfalls. Han Moyu looked around, and saw that the heaven and the earth were connected by a rain curtain, and he couldn't see the scenery in the distance.

Not far from the house is a pond full of duckweed, from which tender green lotus leaves stretch out and sway in the rain.

Han Moyu sat in a daze for a while, and then remembered that Mo Chunlan was still living in Xizhao, and he was a little worried.

Mo Chunlan's legs have always been not very good, and when it rains, the pain will be unbearable. I don't know if Mo Chunlan is still kneeling in Xizhaoju in such a heavy rain? Thinking like this, she became more and more restless.

She looked up, trying to find her way through. However, what I saw was the red walls and green tiles under the shade of lush trees, and I couldn't tell the direction at all. There was a large road in front of the house, and at the end of the road there were several forks, but Han Moyu couldn't remember which way he came from. And on the right-hand side, along the edge of the pond, in the green grass, there is a winding path that looks like a person has stepped on.

Han Moyu stood up, walked to the edge of the pond, leaned over and picked a round lotus leaf, put it on his head, and then followed the path that the man had stepped on, towards the depths of the trees. The grass was slippery. Han Moyu almost fell down a few times.

Pushing aside the bushes in front of him, Han Moyu saw a small wooden bridge. The path that had disappeared under his feet stretched from the other side of the bridge along the pond into the distance.

Han Moyu hesitated for a moment, stepped onto the small bridge, and continued along the path. The narrow pond began to widen, and it began to become bottomless.

After walking for a while, Han Moyu smelled a scent of flowers. She followed the scent of flowers. Bypassing a rockery with a pavilion, a sea of white flowers appeared in front of her. She was stunned.

In front of me is a forest of pear blossoms, and all the white pear blossoms are competing to form a sea of flowers. Under such heavy rain, the flower branches tremble with the wind, like waves rolling in.

The fragrance is overflowing. A torrential rain caused the petals of the trees to fall with the wind, forming a rain of flowers.

Han Moyu was stunned, her eyes were fascinated by the petals falling from the air. She seemed to be in that breezy sunny day again, and the man in purple was taking a leisurely walk in this sea of flowers. Just as she loved the red lotus in the pond, the man in purple also loved the pear blossom snow sea full of trees.

The rain was still pouring down, but it seemed to be a little lighter than before.

Han Moyu turned his head to look at the lake.

The lake is wide. In the middle of the lake, there is a small island, and there is also a pavilion built on the island. A winding wooden bridge, just like that, sits on the water, connecting the island to the shore. Such a picture, Han Moyu has seen it in his dreams more than once. The one in front of me is very similar to the one in my memory, but it seems to be different.

Han Moyu looked at the lake in shock, as well as the lotus leaves that had just sprouted in the pond, and was speechless. The lotus leaf in her hand fell to the ground, and she didn't even notice it when it was swept away by the wind.

After a long moment, she glanced up at the other side of the lake. Over there, there is a gorgeous building, showing a corner in the sea of flowers.

Han Moyu remembered what Han Changyu had said. In his yard, there is a large area of pear blossom trees and a pond full of red lotuses.

Is this the Qingfeng Residence of Han Changyu? I actually ran here? Han Moyu thought so, raised his feet and stepped onto the wooden bridge, walked through the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and walked to the other side of the lake.

In the haze of smoke and rain, a man in brocade clothes was standing in front of the main hall, anxiously commanding something to the crowd standing below.

Han Moyu walked in, and only then did he see that person was his brother Han Changyu. I saw that he was soaking wet, and there seemed to be water dripping from his clothes. A maid hurriedly ran over with a thick brocade robe, and hurriedly shook it open, wanting to put it on Han Changyu.

Han Moyu was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but squeeze into the crowd.