The years are long, and they are filled with the fragrance of gardenias. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn this warm afternoon, the smell of memories is overflowing. The vast desert, the blue sky. The geese are wailing, and the catkins are flying. The morning breeze gently sweeps and will fly all over the ground. All the trees are piled up under the roots, nourishing the nutrients for the coming year.

The ancient willow that grows on the edge of the desert has the flavor of the westerly poplar. A tenacious life that has not fallen for thousands of years, to this barren land. Give a new layer of life, a new meaning. Lean on the high railing alone and watch the sunset slowly sink in the west. A piece of comfort, a piece of clarity.

Even when I was in Jiangcheng before, I had never seen such a scene. The birds bustled and returned to the forest under the moon. What followed was a brilliant sunset. Qiaoqiao sat quietly on the stone steps, feeling the atmosphere of this moment. It's so quiet that you can't bear to be disturbed.

Suddenly, there was a neighing of horses downstairs. brought her gaze back to the familiar figure. Long hair in the afternoon, against the snow-blue kaftan. is more and more handsome, but it's not the person of yesterday. What Dali Temple Qing Yan Shunqi? Where is he going?

Qiaoqiao looked at him quietly, only to see him leading the horse. He left the early morning, turned around and left leisurely. The setting sun stretched his figure for a long time, like an inexplicable dusty time. Where will he go, is it said to the world? Continue to wander the world and solve the people's suffering?

Or, to fulfill his mother's last wish. It's also strange that Qiaoqiao is worried about a person for the first time. Worry about someone who has nothing to do with you. In the past, she thought of her two older brothers and blamed them for not accompanying her. Now it's for no reason, thinking about another person.

At that time, Qiaoqiao still didn't know himself. secretly had a good impression of Yan Shunqi in her heart, she was just very curious and curious about Yan Shunqi's identity. Although she didn't think much about it, that love slowly took root in her heart. The story of Qiaoqiao and Yan Shunqi has just begun.

Because here, there is also a girl called evening makeup. That night when I had given my heart a year earlier. Qiaoqiao is not a person who can give up easily. She never thought that one day, she would stand with the evening makeup, as a "rival in love".

Xu is fate, Xu is cause and effect. But no matter what, Qiaoqiao will not forget. In the windy and sandy afternoon, there was a man at the Yuchi house. Silent drinking, and unceremoniously speaking that, slightly artistic. Shaded his sunset, interesting, interesting!

"The little sister has something on her mind, and she doesn't tell her brother," Mu Chenxuan didn't know when, he walked behind Qiaoqiao and looked at the figure that was gradually moving away. I didn't realize that I knew eight or nine points in my heart, and then I opened my mouth to say that sentence. Because Qiaoqiao has never had such feelings.

has always spoken with a big grin, and his face is red. turned to frown and said, "Second brother misunderstood!" I just, just ......" a few times, but I couldn't say the next word. The evening breeze blows, reflecting the balustrade wine flag. The path is deep, like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Turned around and sat on the table, but still inadvertently. Looking at the empty seat, his mind was full of Yan Shunqi's presumptuous expression. The word "presumptuous" flashed in Qiaoqiao's mind. She suddenly laughed, such a man was the first.

The distant sound of the piano pours out the bitter thoughts of leaving people. Desolate desert, who will be playing the lute. Teaseing this restless heart? Connect every story under the moon into a song. Singing into the best memories of a scene, the years are unbearable, and they are gradually buried in it.

The spring rain is soft and soft. Shrouded in the spring of March, the air contains a moist smell. Mixed with the slight fragrance of gardenias, gently drifting away from this bitter memory. Who pays a farewell and writes old words and new songs. It has nothing to do with poetry and books, and it has nothing to do with Fengyue.

Tossing and turning, the rain has only passed in March, and it is the most sleepless night. Qiaoqiao flipped through the books casually, and the words "You blocked my sunset" echoed in her ears, "The girl is talking too much," "Dali Siqing, Yan Shunqi"......

A short encounter actually kept Qiaoqiao awake at night. Even when I saw my brother, I didn't have such an experience. What do you want him to do? Qiaoqiao laughed at herself, then removed her makeup and prepared to rest. Suddenly, I heard the sound of ticking outside the window, and the rain was a little louder.

This incomprehensible rain is like rootless water between heaven and earth. I remember hearing a saying before, acacia is rootless water. I want to come to this day and night rain, and it comes just right. In the March of the dream, it was also rainy and foggy. Write a page of lovesickness, just to meet this year.

No matter what the future holds, and no matter what the future holds. Qiaoqiao's heart wanted to go home, but it gradually became indifferent. With the company of his brother, he is in the Yuchi family. Coupled with a memory of dusk, Qiaoqiao suddenly felt satisfied. When I sleep in my dreams, I smile very sweetly.

The clouds were overcast, and it was almost noon when I woke up. The sky was still very gloomy, and there was a dark cloud in the west. It looks like it's going to rain, this March season. The most rainy moment will be this desolate desert. Rendered soggy, a piece of damp.

Lazily got up and made up, the ingenuity in the rhombic glass. The eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the eyes are picturesque. But I unconsciously remembered Yan Shunqi, the person who spoke so "presumptuously" to himself. But it's strange why I keep thinking about this person. The sound of rain outside the window was like a restless heart.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Immediately interrupted Qiaoqiao's thoughts, she got up and opened the door, it was her brother Mu Chenxuan. He walked in with a solemn face, but he was very puzzled. Su Ri's brother always has a pure smile on his face, giving people a very simple feeling. Now such a look makes Qiaoqiao a little scared.

She was afraid that something would happen to her brother. Sure enough, what she feared most happened anyway. Mu Chenxuan sat in front of the table, constantly tapping on the table. looks like Xiao Yihan, you can see it. Mu Chenxuan must have something to say.

Ordinary Mu Chenxuan would not look like this. Qiaoqiao simply opened his mouth first: "What happened?" Qiaoqiao wanted to know that she didn't want her brother to bear the pain alone. Since my brother is willing to come to him, then he will definitely not hide it.

Mu Chenxuan looked at Qiaoqiao, and then whispered for a while: "We have to go home." "This voice sounds very heavy. There seemed to be something hidden, and Qiaoqiao was a little confused. Although Mu Chenxuan has an upright personality, he is also extremely cautious in handling things.

In the past few years, he has said that he has been wandering the rivers and lakes, but in fact, he is secretly inspecting the people's situation for his father. The mysterious man from the Yuchi family yesterday was also Xiao Yihan. There is also the current saint Chu Junyan, and Chu Junhao who escaped. All the bits and pieces seem to confirm something.

If Mu Chenxuan's guess is right, then next. There will be a bloody storm in the imperial court, and this time my father will go to the eastern foothills. Something must be involved, so he has to rush home. Under the peaceful and prosperous times, it is the quicksand that buries the years.

"So, we have to leave," Mu Chenxuan warned Qiaoqiao, because Yan Shunqi's identity was mysterious. There are also many people in Yuchi, which makes Mu Chenxuan feel flustered. Fireworks in March, but it was so bleak. Full of doubts and doubts, the two left Yuchi's house overnight.

The desolate moonlight reflects the vast land. A small bamboo umbrella covers the parting of the past years. A light rain fell, wetting the bitter thoughts of leaving. This memory has never been far from my mind. The low backyard, with the stakes on which the horses were tethered, began to become bleak and slightly chilly.

The empty stables are long gone. It's ironic, the sudden parting at that time. But it turned into a sky full of lovesick rain, leaving Wanning alone with tears and confused eyes. The haggard face buries the cold moonlight tonight. There are few Kyushu, and I miss it again.

Dreams are also cold, and the nights are cold. The most is a bitter memory of lovesickness, and there is no day when Jun Hao is there. It became long and bitter, and even this thin moon was mocking that messy heart. Once parted, the advice was still in the ears. In a blink of an eye, the flowers have no owner, and the dark fragrance is the same.

At the base of the old tree, a few fine pieces of moss grow. In this wet rainy season, there are many long years. Thinking back to the stroll with Jun Hao after the rain, it seems to appear in front of me. But now, it is alone. This is the choice he made, and Wan Ning knows it.

What's more, the original parting was also a deal made by Wanning and Xiao Yihan. Otherwise, where will Jun Hao easily escape from the Jiangcheng Pass. There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and it was Xiao Yihan walking slowly. He held a water-red cloak and draped it over Wanning's shoulders to give her warmth in the rain.

"Although it's spring, it's colder," he stretched out his hand, holding a bamboo umbrella for Wanning. Walking slowly along the gravel path with her, the comfort seemed like five years ago. The cycle of tossing and turning, but things are not people. Wan Ning looked at his thin eyes unconsciously, and felt a burst of gratitude in her heart.

At this time, Wanning still thought a lot. For Xiao Yihan, it is more about gratitude. It seems that in the secluded deep palace, Jun Yan silently cares for himself. She smiled indifferently: "Thank you." "Three simple words, but at this time, it is a lonely state of mind.

Xiao Yihan knew that it was Wanning who agreed to stay. He was willing to let Chu Junhao go, this deal was not easy to achieve. At that time, he thought about giving up his agreement with Rong Di. But under the rain curtain, her eyes were blurred. is full of thoughts, and they are only on the figures who have passed away.

But no matter what, this time of graceful condensation. It belongs to him, and he also promised Wanning. The so-called rights will be waived, which is naturally temporary. Thinking about Wan Ning, he didn't know, he looked at Wan Ning beside him. I was a little relieved in my heart, but in the end I left Wanning.

But he understands that the person who can keep her can't keep her heart. So with Rong Di, he still secretly exchanged opinions. Because he wants to be gentle and stay by his side for a long time. Even in the end, pay the price of your life.

But it wasn't until later that he slowly found out. The feelings in my heart have become immeasurable with the struggle for power. So much so that he lost Wanning and lost his original heart. Just like the original gardenia, he went to the border by himself.

A small bamboo umbrella, but two lonely hearts. The end of the world is drifting in the wind, but I don't know where the return date is. Under the jade steps, Wan Ning slowly raised her head and said, "There is no need to send it." As he watched her silently stride and turn her back to his figure, he unconsciously called her name.

It's like five years ago, a "Ah Ning," was enough to make Wan Ning's heart pound. It's just that after many years, my heart has long been indifferent. She didn't look back, just turned her back to him. Said lightly: "I hope you can, keep your promise." ”

The rain curtain is misty, covering the vast sky. A page of plain paper, write down all the lovesickness. The bitter thoughts of every word will only make Wanning wash her face with tears. In front of the makeup mirror, there is a pear blossom with rain on the cheeks. The eyes were blurred, but the dim candle flame flickered.

Slowly stretched out his hand, reflecting himself in the rhombic glass. But he couldn't touch the breath of desolation, only the bleakness of loneliness. The strings under the fingertips flow a story with no ending. It has nothing to do with the wind and moon, and it has nothing to do with poetry and books. A vast darkness buries all the thoughts.

I think this is a punishment for myself, otherwise how could it be. His eyes were dim and blurry at this time, and there was no light in sight. The vastness is boundless, and it is Wanning's deep longing for Jun Hao. I remember that the first time I met at that time was in the misty season of autumn rain. At that time, Wanning had already secretly promised it.

I just didn't expect this heart. But it was repeatedly used by Jun Hao, and the truth and falsehood of the feelings made Wanning feel so tired. Sometimes, Jun Hao will be gentle and soft. Sometimes, they exchange their feelings for what deals and prices.

Anyway, Wan Ning only thought about it at this time. As soon as she slept and rested, what happened to Donglu had nothing to do with her. Said that he wanted to give up, but he couldn't help but return to the journey. The end of the world is endless memories, telling each other the pain of parting. Although she is willing to be used, she can't stand the false sincerity.

Outside the window, the sound of rain was bleak, slightly mixed with a slight chill. Wan Ning moved, but accidentally touched the stove at her feet. She shouted in horror, startling Xiao Yihan hurriedly ran over. I saw that the hem of Wanning's dress was burned by charcoal and a big hole.

Fortunately, it didn't hurt the flesh and skin, and Xiao Yihan let out a long sigh of relief. He was about to ask, but he saw Wanning's eyes dim. My heart was sad: "Ah Ning, are you okay?" She nodded faintly, but doubts filled her mind. Is he out all the time?

In such a bleak weather, he waited by his side. This care really makes Wanning extremely grateful. But Wan Ning just smiled lightly: "Childe is a little girl like this, it's not worth it." Although her words were light, they did make Xiao Yihan's heart tremble again.

It turned out that in Wanning's heart, she had long been replaced by that person. Either way, she would only think of that person. Even if you keep it graceful, what can you do? Xiao Yihan secretly clenched his fists unconsciously, deepening his resentment towards Jun Hao even more.

He has never been a person who cares about personal grievances. But in the face of this relationship, he waited for five years. Isn't five years enough to save Wanning's heart? If it is fate, it is enough. If it is the happiness he strives for, he knows it in his heart these days.

Looking at Wanning's haggard face, he thought that Wanning must be happy. He has resentment and hatred in his heart. But there is nowhere to tell, even if it is the price of life in the end. Leaving himself alone, he also has to wait until Wanning. Listen to Wan Ning call him a sentence "Xiao Lang!" ”

Next to the table, curling green smoke stains every corner. The plain gardenia flower paper is written with a heartbroken lovesickness. The two words "Jun Hao" are written crookedly, and it is when Wanning's eyes are blurred. Holding the name written with a brush, you can see that this heart is sincere.

It's ironic, I want to think about my five years at the border. The weight is not enough for a short period of time, he only hates himself at the beginning. Why did you choose to go to the border, and why did you refuse to marry her in advance? The rain of this night was dripping and dripping. It seems to wake up, an infatuated self.