The sky was just bright, and the night had not yet woken up, and the white mist was diffused in this rich garden in Beiping City, gently shrouded in a beautiful dream.

Lin Jianyan slipped out of the house quietly, through the mist, and came to a stream deep in the garden, where the water came from and where it flowed, but flowed on its own, and the gurgling stream seemed to be forever cheerful and endless.

Lin Jianyan folded a page of peach blossom paper into a small boat and put it into the stream, and with the water waves, it would reach Murong Qian's hands.

At first, Lin Jianyan's encounter with this page pink was really accidental, she was playing hide and seek with Lin Feng in the garden, and in order to find Lin Feng, she strayed into this stream.

The stream is shiny and bright, like the Milky Way full of stars, which is very beautiful.

Lin Jianyan was immediately attracted, she kicked off her embroidered shoes and stretched her feet into the stream, and the water splashed gently and kissed on her toes, which was very fun.

The water flowed coldly, and the heart slowly swayed.

In the distance, a pink boat swirled and gently floated to her feet, she picked it up curiously, took it apart, and saw that there was a green flower bone painted on it, and a few lines of small poems were inscribed next to it: "In the early morning, the light dust and snow poured into the city, and the blood of the sword and the Chu River was seen for the first time." The cause is resentful and injustice, and the love is deep and the body is born and destroyed. ”

The words are beautiful, the reading is catchy, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

However, there is a faint sadness buried between the lines, which always lingers, reading and reading, and the words seem to turn into very small thorns, which are pierced in a weak place in my heart.

Lin Jianyan noticed that there was a line of chic and elegant small characters next to the poem, which read: "-Murong Qianzi." ”

Lin Jianyan's hand touched it, looking at the payment, Mu, Rong, and shallow, staring at it, and unconsciously, tears dripped down, "Bang"

When it fell on the paper, it did not sink in, but slowly slid on it like a dewdrop.

Lin Jianyan was taken aback, and he actually cried!

How long has it been since she cried?

She stared at the tear and wondered, this paper was really strange, it didn't get wet with water!

Just as he was thinking about it, a branch suddenly fell from the treetops, hit his head, and slid onto the paper, and a pale blue mark appeared on the paper.

What's going on here?

Could it be that this branch can be written?

Lin Jianyan picked up the branch with the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that the branch fell on the paper as smooth as a pen, and the ink was blue and black.

On a whim, Lin Jianyan wrote hard, and after a while, the paper was densely crawled with small characters, and the content was nothing more than "You are so amazing!" ”

"Who the hell are you?"

"Let's be friends!"

and so on, some cumbersome praise and likes.

The boat floated away and back.

A clean piece of paper with a few words written sporadically.

"Silence the word! -- Murong Qianzi"

Later, with the help of peach blossom notes, they followed the stream, and their correspondence gradually increased, and they slowly became friends who had never met.

The connection between her and Murong Qian is a secret.

Lin Jianyan never sued anyone, except for her best friend, Gu Yelan.

That branch is the one that Lin Feng often holds on his right ear now, Lin Feng saw that Lin Jianyan liked it, so he grabbed it and put it in a conspicuous position, becoming his capital to show off.

She didn't know what the branch was on.

She just sneaked into Lin Feng's room every time she needed to communicate, and while Lin Feng was asleep, she stole it to write a peach blossom note, and then quietly put it back.

Her younger brother, she is the most helpless against him.

The peach blossom note is a pink letterhead, with peach blossoms printed with petals, and Lin Jianyan's smart handwriting is floating between the faint fragrance of flowers, and it reads: "Murong Qian, I hope to forgive me for not communicating for a long time, but I really can't find time for being sick recently." Last time, Kurong Hospital had to tell you, but the search was unsuccessful, on the way to argue with the wicked, fell into the water, and missed my best friend, fortunately, by chance let me find the person my best friend cared about, and finally returned to the right track. Today, my close friend has a painting to ask for, and I hope you can help guide me or two, thank you here! -- Silence after subtracting words. ”

Lin Jianyan folded the peach blossom paper into a small boat and put it into the water, watching the boat float farther and farther away with the slender painting tube, slowly drifting into the white mist, and disappearing from sight little by little.

"Dangchang!"

With a bang, the chicken blood jade baby ear bottle fell from the rosewood table, waking up a sense of sleep.