Willow kiss, March spring, rain outside the window.

Tu Weiguo lazily leaned on the mahogany couch, stroking the heavy shell of the pet turtle with one hand, as if feeling the temperature of his fingertips, which was not warm, the turtle slowly stretched out his head, glanced at the master with round eyes, and retracted into the shell.

Tu Weiguo knocked on the turtle's shell with great interest, the drizzle was continuous, the breeze was not dry, and the spring sleepiness was really true. Looking up at the beauty who was still sleeping in the curtain, he got up and stretched, walked to the desk, slowly sharpened the ink, took the pen and snake, picked up the inkstone on the table and covered it on the paper, bent down to pick up the turtle, paced out of the door, and instructed the girl at the door: "Don't say much to Miss." ”

He believed what he thought, and she would understand.

The girl answered softly, watching the enchanting man in red leave slowly, and the turtle followed closely step by step, one person and one turtle, just strolling in the rain, all walking forward without looking back.

is different from the girl's view, He Yixin silently watched Tu Weiguo leave in front of the window. She hadn't slept for a long time for a long time, and yesterday she sat in the courtyard for a day, listening to the spring breeze and bamboo leaves, watching the clouds and clouds on the horizon occasionally fly by, and she fell asleep at night.

She always felt that there was no return of swallows, no new nests of swallows, this was just a courtyard for her to be placed by her son, but it was not a home where she could settle down. Just like Childe, she can only be her Childe forever.

He called her in a low voice, heart-wrenching. It was just a dream, and she didn't want to wake up, even though she knew that the person in the dream was in her room at this time, only a few steps away. Maybe it's because your eyes are closed and your hearing is so sharp. She seemed to sensitively catch Childe's sigh, as if she was sighing helplessly at her mischievous pretending to be asleep.

It's like a hallucination, and she doesn't know how to face Childe when she wakes up. Say something to him again, maybe after a few words, the son will tell her that he is busy with affairs and is leaving. Just go to sleep, even if it was so quiet, at least she knew that he was by her side at the moment.

He Yixin didn't know how long he had been standing at the window, until Yahuan pushed the door in and called "Miss". She suddenly came back to her senses and asked in a low voice what was the matter. Yahuan looked surprised: "Miss, why are you crying?" ”

He Yixin was slightly stunned for a moment, and raised his hand to touch his face. I really touched a line of warmth. smiled lightly: "Xu is a charming spring, but I can't keep it when I think about it, I can't help but feel sorry." "He's in her heart, and she knows it's like spring can't keep snowflakes. Nor is he a beauty to stay for her.

waved his hand and sent Yahuan to make acacia flower cakes. He Yi's white and slender hand gently stroked the mahogany couch, moving step by step, stroking inch by inch, trying to feel every trace of breath left by Tu Weiguo.

The sophora crisp is made of acacia nectar and flour, the method is not complicated, and it is not very delicious to eat, it is a very ordinary snack. Because of his poor family, the only pastry He Yixin could eat when he was a child was the acacia flower cake made by his mother.

It is said that poor couples mourn everything. After countless quarrels, her father and mother still sold her. Maybe it's time to thank them for giving her this face. Or perhaps she should resent why Heaven had sent her into this world and why she had been repeatedly abandoned. Father and mother abandoned, friends died, and lovers left......

Fate is really unfair, but she is still grateful for fate, because she met Childe.

She still remembered that day she was covered in mud, it was also such a rainy day in March, the carefully painted makeup was sparked by the rain, and a person waited for a long time outside the city gate, just waiting for the person in the house to say that the person will not come.

There was resentment in her heart, she couldn't cry, and Childe passed by in red at that time, her black hair was tied up at will, and the whole person was indescribably charming, and she felt that men looked better in red than women for the first time.

He reached out and put the umbrella on her head. Gently picked up a strand of her sideburns stained with muddy water, and smiled that the girl's pink and tender was comparable to the lotus flowers in the lake. At that time, when she met for the first time, she remembered it as if she was in a different world, and she felt that the real memory was a little false. Such intimacy seems to have never existed again, and it seems to have always existed.

He Yixin put the inkstone aside, picked up the paper book written by Tu Weiguo, a row of fly-headed small letters, "Yixin," He Yixin read out softly, and his tone contained sweetness that could not be dissolved. Heart-to-heart, what a gentle name he gave her. The day after he brought her into the house, she made acacia cakes in the small kitchen and thanked him for taking her in.

He was reading among the flowers, wearing a red dress that was more conspicuous than the flowers, and casually asked her name, and he smiled softly: "He Hua, it's not bad to sound like a lotus." ”

Her eyes were misty, and the faint light of spring dazzled her eyes, and she stood quietly with a hint of fear that he would dislike the cheesy name.

He glanced at her and said how about changing her name, and she hurriedly said yes.

He walked slowly to the pavilion, and the sleepy turtle also lazily followed him, and she looked amused, and walked slowly after the turtle.

He said: "There is a beautiful person, and the heart is not interpreted, so you can call it the interpretation of the heart." After a pause, he seemed to be talking to himself, "The meaning of the word is not good, so I changed it, and I was happy." He Yixin. As she spoke, she didn't say a word, but her heart was full of joy.

At that time, she hadn't read poetry books, so she couldn't see what was on his mind, but she just thought that such a good-looking man gave her such a wishful name. Later, after reading, I felt that a man was like him, and a book should be written like flowing water, but he had always been a small hand, as delicate as his daughter's handwriting. She also deliberately imitated, just wanted to rely on him to get closer, and worked hard for a long time, and even made her imitate the ** point of resemblance.

There are only four words on the paper, except for her name, there are only two words "enter the house". He Yixin knew that the word "mansion" naturally did not refer to his right minister's mansion, but the Jade King's mansion, which he had hinted at earlier. She had never seen Yu Yangzhi, and she didn't know how to win Yu Yangzhi's favor, but if he asked her to do it, if she wanted her to do it alone, she would put aside all her worries and fears, and move forward without hesitation like a pawn crossing a river.

Maybe she has always been lonely, like at this moment, she has already read the "Nine Arguments" over and over again, eating the freshly made acacia flower cake, and a person actually shed tears inexplicably, drop by drop, line by line, wet the book, wet the heart.

He Yixin didn't know what she was still hoping for, but she felt that something was always missing in her heart, and this answer was in Gongzi's place and her place, she knew the answer, but she just didn't want to admit it.

When her eyes fell on "there is a beautiful person, and she is not deductible", she was stunned.

A tree of willows, a pot of good tea, a wisp of flute, a patch of ink, a game of chess, and him. The world changes, whether it is successful or not, she only wants to remember him, her son, the peerless son in her heart. (To be continued...) ）