I thought that loving and being loved could be equal, but it turned out that I was too naïve.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the wind is refreshing, the autumn wind overnight, and then I see the golden all over the ground, and the chrysanthemums that fall with the wind fall to the ground, just like the golden yellow of the whole place.

Zi Yan and Zhongli Wenjun squatted side by side in the juha bush, they picked up the chrysanthemum petals from the ground, and then put them into the pillow in front of them, but Zi Yan's face bloomed like a flower, at this moment she felt that she was extremely happy, and really hoped that time could be frozen.

"Wen Jun; I think it's about the same. Zi Yan smiled and pointed to the pillow full of flower petals, and looked at the man who was picking up chrysanthemums next to him, the man looked at the pillow and nodded; Well, that's just right, if you install a little bit, you won't be able to sew it. Wen Jun was reluctant to throw away the petals in his hand, so he should have stuffed them into the pillow.

Zi Yan stood up with the pillow, but she felt a little dizzy and almost fell, but Wen Jun hurriedly supported her; "Zi Yan; Are you okay. Wen Jun looked concerned.

Zi Yan subconsciously touched her head and said with a smile; "It's okay, it's okay, it's just that I've been squatting for too long, and I'll be fine in a while."

Wen Jun breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this; "That's good, Zi Yan and I have to take good care of yourself during my absence, don't play tricks and don't eat at every turn, you must eat on time, you are already thin and weak, if you don't eat on time, how can your body stand it." Zhongli Wenjun held Zi Yan in one hand and the pillow full of chrysanthemum petals in the other, and then walked out of the garden step by step.

Zi Yan saw that Wen Jun cared so much about herself, her eyes moistened in an instant, this kind of care was originally an extravagant hope, but at this moment, it was in her ears, in front of her, how could she not be moved? How can it?

"Wen Jun; Don't forget to think about me every day without me by your side. Unconsciously, the two of them had returned to Guan Ju Pavilion, and they all collapsed into the bedroom and sat on the bed, Wen Jun carefully put aside the pillow full of flower petals.

Wen Jun smiled warmly, and gently touched Zi Yan's soft hair with his hand; "Fool; Of course I'm going to miss you, you have to take care of yourself at home, don't worry about me, it's just a little over a month, and it's going to be over quickly. Zhongli Wenjun had a light expression, but he was about to part, but he didn't have that kind of constant attachment, but he was still a little uneasy about Zi Yan, in his opinion, Zi Yan was like a child, he needed someone to take good care of it, hold it in the palm of his hand, and he didn't know if his current feelings for Zi Yan were family affection or friendship or love?

Zi Yan's body leaned towards Wen Jun, and then buried her head in Wen Jun's chest, "Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of myself, by the way, you must observe the ape who can play chess, and come back and tell me about your experience there." Zi Yan was extremely excited when she thought of the ape, she was a girl who was very curious about everything.

Wen Jun nodded; "No problem; I'll be sure to tell you about my experience there, and I won't be able to spend it with you next month for your birthday, but I've got a birthday present for you, in my study, but you'll have to promise me that you won't be able to see it until my birthday. Zi Yan was very excited when she heard this, it turned out that he had also prepared a birthday gift for himself, it turned out that he was so careful about himself, "Really? You're so good, Wenjun, I love you so much. Zi Yan said, raised her head, and then gave Wen Jun a kiss fiercely.

Wen Jun saw Zi Yan like a child, but the spoiling still couldn't help overflowing, he didn't hold the words tightly, and gently kissed the red lips of the words, the kiss was as gentle as the wind, soft as water, and penetrated into Ziyan's heart little by little, he rarely took the initiative to kiss her, but such lingering moments are even rarer, but Ziyan responded enthusiastically, one warm, one gentle, and the two tongues slowly intertwined together, just like the two inseparable flounders.

The air is filled with the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums.

(Legend has it that Lu and Tang Wan often did these things back then, which became each other's deepest memory.)