Ion Xuan's heart couldn't help but move, and slowly pushed the scroll away.

On the slightly yellowed cloth, a blooming red plum is vividly depicted.

Under the red plum tree, a man in white stood leaning against the tree with an elegant expression, playing with a red plum at his fingertips.

The red plum is enchanting, and the white clothes are elegant.

Ion Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his lips couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The man on the cloth is him.

And the person who paints the pen is Jun Mei.

Back then, they liked to cook tea and chat under the red plum tree, laughing and watching the wind and clouds.

Now the red plum is still there, but people are confused.

Ionic Xuan's fingertips slowly slid over Hongmei, his eyes trembled slightly, and he slowly rolled up the scroll, and let out a heavy sigh.

"Jun Mei ......"

Putting away the scroll, Ion Xuan suddenly flashed over the windowsill and stepped away lightly.

This red plum was planted by him and Jun Mei back then.

Because the red plum likes the cold, they planted it in the cold and dense streams.

Now, a thousand years have passed, and it is not known whether it is dead or alive.

Guangyu Stream, which belongs to the coldest place of the Celestial Clan, because the ground is cold, it is incompatible with the warm air around it, which also makes the air here more humid and cold.

Before it was close, Ion Xuan saw the red plum that had grown up, and now it was full of branches and leaves, and the buds were clustered, and it was in a budding state, which was very beautiful.

Next to the red plum tree, there is a bamboo house, where he and Jun Mei discussed countermeasures against those who plotted against evil.

Ion Xuan Xuan fell under the red plum tree, his fingertips gently brushed over the tree, and he sighed again.

Today, the red plum bamboo house is still there, but he and Jun Mei no longer have the brotherhood of the past.

With a squeak, the bamboo door behind him suddenly heard the sound of the door turning, which made Ion Xuan's body suddenly stiffen, and slowly turned around to look.

At the door, the same handsome man, the same dust-free air, the same cold as ice.

It's just that it's not the Junmei of the year.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? ”

"My name is Ling Yuhan, and I live here...... Who are you? Ling Yuhan walked out slowly, her eyes frowning slightly.

"Ion Xuan!"

Ling Yuhan's eyes trembled slightly, the corners of her lips hooked a different smile, and she bowed slightly, "If you don't dislike it, come in and have a cup of tea......"

Inside the bamboo house, a qiē is still the same as it was back then, and even the tea set for cooking tea has not been replaced.

On the bamboo table, the chessboard of the year is also there, and it is still an endgame.

At both ends of the chessboard, there are black and white chess pieces, and on the side of the sunspots, there is a steaming hot tea.

Ion Xuan sat down in front of Bai Zi, his eyes swept slightly over the chessboard, raised his hand and pinched a white child, and fell calmly.

Ling Yuhan put a new cup of tea in front of him, sat down slowly, his eyes were slightly downcast, and his hand fell.

Neither of them spoke, nor even looked at each other, but just played silently on the chessboard, calmly and calmly.

This was an almost dead endgame, so both of them were very cautious, and it seemed that every step had gone through thousands of plans.

The hot tea in the tea cup gradually lost its temperature, Ling Yuhan pinched the sunspot with her hand, unconsciously flipped and played, but her black eyes were tightly locked on the chessboard, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned.

After planning for a long time, he finally slowly put down the chess pieces in his hand and stared at Ion Xuan.

"I lost!"

This sentence, he said it very plainly, and he was convinced.

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