On the dusty road, a scene of yellow sand swept away. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Passing merchants, horses or camels. Tethered to the backyard of the Yuchi family, a sunset splashed in at that time. Reflected on the low wall of the backyard, it looks like a lazy old time. As the sun sets, wander among them.

The wine flag is unfurled, swaying slightly in the spring breeze. This is the wine shop of the Yuchi family, which was once brewed by the ancestor of Chu Chen. The aroma of the wine is mellow and long, just like the old rain in Tonghua Town. The fragrance is overflowing, and the sweetness is like a syrup. The spring wind is soft and weak, and there is some intoxication.

Qiaoqiao lay upstairs, looking through the window, looking at the passing merchants. They handed over the horses to Xiao Er, and then strode into the inn, where people came and went. They laugh loudly, or they are cautious, or they are serious, or they are very smug.

The bustle at the wine table seems to hide an unknown secret. According to the skillful gaze, he swept past the merchants in coarse linen shirts. In the corner, I saw a man in a snow-blue shirt. Looking at it from afar, the man was quiet and calm. Let Qiaoqiao unconsciously, I remembered my big brother.

I remember when I was a child, my eldest brother also liked to sit in the corner of the table. Quietly sipping the tea, and then looking at Qiaoqiao with a smile. After many years, Qiaoqiao will meet the same man. He held a wine glass, and his slender jade fingers looked like a woman. The snow-blue shirt set off his more and more noble.

At that time, Qiaoqiao didn't know yet. This man is the one who thinks about the night makeup day and night. A year ago, he came to Yuchi's house. There is no reason to sit where to drink peacefully. It was only a quarter of an hour, and he left without looking back.

Such a scene makes the evening makeup deeply imprinted in my heart. Qiaoqiao looked back at the evening makeup, staring at the man with a pair of beautiful eyes but not moving. This made Qiaoqiao suddenly envious of the evening makeup. At the very least, she still has something to wait for. And her eldest brother has not been heard from.

I don't know where the man went during the year. The evening makeup is just to be worn, these more than 300 days and nights. It doesn't make her think in vain, as you can imagine. For the first time in the world of evening makeup, there is emotional sustenance.

The coincidence of a good thing, an idea came to mind. She was going to help with evening makeup, even if the man didn't like it. It can be regarded as a later one, one more friend. She smiled at the evening makeup, and then hurried downstairs, and the evening makeup just watched quietly.

Among the men Qiaoqiao knew, the eldest brother was quiet and calm. The second brother is suave, and Xiao Yihan is elegant and quiet. Chu Junhao's abundant god is handsome. But the man in front of him seemed to be otherworldly, like a god in heaven. After thinking about it for a long time, those jade trees are in the wind and their appearance is not enough to describe him.

Under the sword eyebrows, a pair of peach blossom eyes with an unfathomable taste. Thin lips with a natural curvature. makes people sigh unconsciously in the world, how can there be such a good-looking man. Don't talk about evening makeup, even Qiaoqiao suddenly blushed and heartbeat.

Looking at his snow-blue shirt, he wore a jade-colored sweat towel around his waist. Wearing a piece of valuable mutton fat jade, Qiaoqiao once heard of it. The mutton fat jade is owned by the royal family, and I want to come to this man's identity. It must be very noble, at least it should be related to the royal family.

Qiaoqiao walked over slowly and watched him drink alone. Between the eyebrows, there is a slight trace of sorrow. I guess I encountered some difficulties. Qiaoqiao unconsciously became more and more curious in her heart, what kind of man is he. It will make the evening makeup wait for a year.

On the wooden lattice window, a glimmer of sunset is slightly revealed. Reflecting this lonely small table, it sets off the man's lonely state of mind. "The girl is blocking my sunset, please let the girl go," this was his first sentence, he was saying to Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao stood there unconsciously.

The clouds are faint and the wind is gentle. The cuckoo's voice is unbearable, and the song is still there. There is only one round of dusk left, still wandering. This earthly scenery makes the birds outside the window unmoved. Perched on the branches of the trees, nostalgic for the last touch of the sunset. Looking for each other in a dream, the flowers fall without an owner.

A small white porcelain wine glass, under his jade fingers. It looks more delicate, and then Qiaoqiao sees it. On the thumb of his left hand, there is a jade wrench. There seems to be something carved on the wrench. "But it's strange," Qiao Qiao thought for a while, and didn't have a good breath, "Where did I block the sun?" ”

After listening for a while, I saw him raise his finger. Pointing to a table next to him, he said, "The girl can sit there." "This is what makes Qiaoqiao not understand, he is like this. It seemed that there was some sense of ownership, so Qiaoqiao hugged his arms and deliberately sat opposite him.

And she also shouted a jug of wine and chuckled: "I'm going to sit here!" She poured a glass of wine and touched the man's glass lightly. Then he drank a glass of wine and laughed loudly. The man seemed to ignore him and continued to drink to himself.

Such a move made Qiaoqiao's heart flush with anger. She stepped forward and closed the window tightly, so that the last touch of the sunset was also blocked. Left alone, the mottled shadow reflected in the window. The wind blows, and the shadows shake with it.

I saw him slowly put down the wine glass, raised his head, looked at Qiaoqiao and said, "Girl, it's too much, you should apologize." "Listening to his words, it is neither salty nor light. There seems to be a sense of sarcasm. It seems to be compared to being angry, and I feel more uncomfortable when I hear it.

At sunset, a cool breeze was already blowing outside the window. brushed the man's black hair, and vaguely smiled smugly at the corners of his mouth. A slight move, but it was captured by Qiaoqiao. She slapped the table with a "snap" and sneered. In her opinion, no one had ever spoken to her like that.

Even Xiao Yihan wouldn't be like this, and now the man in front of him. It's too arrogant, she snorted coldly and said, "Unless Childe says a reason, I won't apologize to you!" "For no reason, the two of them are like sabre-rattling bows, and the atmosphere is very tense.

What a reason, an apology does not need a reason. Just after Qiaoqiao thought that he had got a big bargain. But suddenly heard the man, and said indifferently: "Yan Shunqi, the secretary of Dali Temple, can this reason be counted?" The voice was not loud, but it was extremely shocking.

Speaking of this Dali Temple, no one in the government and the opposition knows. He made it to Dali Siqing, but he was only eighteen years old. is still an extremely noble person, and he is the only one in the Donglu Dynasty who is not in office and is an idle temple secretary. He entrusted all the affairs to Dali.

In the imperial court, he was a person who liked to travel in the mountains and rivers. But in the eyes of the people, he is a clean official who avenges the people. He seems to be visiting the mountains casually, but in fact he is visiting the people in private. The places he has traveled in the past few years have been praised and applauded by the people.

There are also good deeds, saying that he is actually avenging his mother and secretly accumulating strength for Chu Junyan. What's more, it is said that in order to fulfill his mother's last wish, he found another piece of mutton fat jade, and then he wandered around. Either way, his identity surprised Qiaoqiao.

The clouds are flowing and the moon is pushed. A roll of paper to write lovesickness. Pick up the pen and write words, word by word. Looking back with tears in his eyes, the persistence of that year was waiting. In the silent years, under the fine moonlight. There are traces of time flowing, bit by bit.

The dim candle flame slowly flickered with the moonlight. Spread in this old time, slowly flowing. This all-pervasive sorrow makes people's hearts more and more sad. At this time, Wanning should have fallen asleep. Looking at the sky, Xiao Yihan was still not at ease.

The poignant moonlight does not belong to my lonely heart. Bored tossing and turning, recalling the bits and pieces with Wanning. Unconsciously let Xiao Yi sigh sadly, all the way. Whose persistence is it, or whose fault is it? Now that we've gotten here, what's next?

The love is tens of thousands of weights, and the joy of the encounter is still yesterday. But he had to face Wanning's coldness and heard the news that Wanning was sick. His heart was like a knife cutting through his heart. He didn't know if his broken heart could withstand the pain.

If he turned back the clock, he would definitely stop Wanning. At that time, he thought that he would go to the border and marry Wanning after making meritorious service. He can join hands with Wanning in the mountains and rivers and wander the world. But later, when I set foot on the Central Plains again. Only then did he realize that he was wrong.

The deep palace, which is cold in the heights, still can't resist the original selfishness. Since stepping into this land, Xiao Yihan's fate has been sealed. There is no choice, no retreat. Facing the biting cold wind, step by step towards the abyss. Freedom is meaningless.

At that time, there was a knock outside the door, but it was only a low voice. Wanning's heart moved: she still cares about me after all. Xianyun went to open the door, but it was Xiao Yihan with a haggard face. When he heard Wanning's eyes, they became blurred again. I was thinking about it, so I came over to take a look.

Listen intently, the footsteps are so slow. Wan Ning knew that it was not Jun Hao, and her heart seemed to have fallen into the abyss. I was lost and wanted to cry again, "If you want to cry, cry out," Xiao Yihan's voice echoed in his ears. So familiar, yet so distant.

She smiled bitterly, containing a lot of helplessness. Ignoring his words, he rolled over and lay inside. In the face of Wanning's behavior, he was quite at a loss. Wan Ning, who I knew before, is very strong. In front of others, he will never shed tears.

Only this time, Jun Hao left silently. It really broke her heart and made her lose her last support in the dark. Even a false greeting would make her smile. Put a brazier on the cage and add a little charcoal. The room began to slowly become warmer.

Sitting on the chair next to him, Xiao Yihan could see it. Wanning's trembling shoulders thought she was crying. A low whimper, tugging at his heart. If it were him, he would definitely not let Wanning suffer so much. At least, he wouldn't let her cry.

Or, he didn't put Jun Hao under house arrest at the beginning. Then everything will not happen. got Jiang Lingyan's letter from the palace, and he had to try his best to transfer Xirong's army and keep Jun Yan's throne. Otherwise, Jun Hao's escape this time will soon disrupt his plan completely.

Although Eve fled, he was unable to move to Sijon. But he can still marry the lord of Xijon in exchange. He thought about such a price for many days, but he hesitated. When he looked at Wanning's tears, he made up his mind.

During the rainy season, it is still frequent. A tree of gardenias blooms sadly, with a thin layer of rain. Announcing the approach of spring, three points of spring are filled with two points of dust. The faint peach blossom also smiled slightly at this moment. In this lonely twilight, the flowing water on the wooden lattice windows is reflected.

Pushing open the window, the cool rain came to the face with a faint gardenia. Looking closely, Wanning on the soft couch was sleeping soundly. The long eyelashes are stained with tears of grievance. On the embroidered pillow, there is also a tear stain. It seems that there is still the pain of yesterday.

He summoned Xianyun and made tea and prepared food. He got up, didn't dare to disturb, and was about to turn away. saw Wan Ning turn over and press the quilt under her. It was so quiet that you could hear the gentle breathing. She slept well, just wasn't restful.

I remember one time, he went to play with her. It was late afternoon, and Gardenia was sleeping soundly. He waited quietly beside her, waiting for her to wake up. But after a squirming sound, he saw the mattress that had fallen to the ground. But Wan Ning fell asleep quietly and didn't notice it at all.

He smiled softly, then crept inside. Cover her with a mattress, and then sit down on the edge of the soft couch. Watching her sleep, like a gardenia in the afternoon. It turns out that after so many years, she still can't sleep well. He smiled lightly, as if he had regained his previous memories.

The breeze blew, stirring the gardenia on the windowsill. He got up and closed the window, and gently covered the futon for Wanning. It was rainy and the air was still thin and cool. Looking at Wanning sleeping, Xiao Yihan felt very satisfied. He just needs this moment, and he stops there.

I don't know how long it took before I saw Wanning's eyelids twitching slightly. Come to think of it, she was dreaming. I often heard my mother talk about it, and my eyelids would beat and I would have dreams. I don't know what kind of good dreams Wanning will have at this time? Xiao Yihan unconsciously stretched out his hand and caressed her cheek lovingly.

"Jun Hao, Jun Hao...... Don't go, don't ......" her muttering made Xiao Yihan's heart tremble slightly. It turned out that in the depths of Wanning's memory, she still cared so much about that person. Even if Jun Hao abandoned her and left her, she still couldn't forget it.

The gardenia that has taken root on the ground has grown tenaciously with a corner. sucking the sun and rain, but never leaving the land. About Wanning's memory, it also stayed in Jun Hao's place. He has never been far away, but he has been lying to himself all the time, telling himself that Wanning cares about him.

Last year, I saw an ancient tree at the border gate. The nourishment of the leaves has long been gone, and the old tree has become more and more desolate. But the stubborn stem, and the dense circle of annual rings. But in the yellow sand, he told the world the story of the past.

Maybe in my heart, there is also such a circle of annual rings. Even if all the memories dissipate, they can't erase the acquaintance with Wanning. He thought that he could let go of the love in his heart. But where would he have thought that five years of time would only deepen that circle of annual rings.

How many years, how many passes. It's just spent in the muddy nightmare, and only graceful appearance. will make his life brighter. But Wanning is not happy, what should he do. Only then can Wanning no longer be in pain and no longer have sad tears.

"Ah Ning," he whispered her name, caressing the scar on her cheek. I don't feel sorry for my departure. Not this time, he will never let go, leaving Wanning to bear the pain alone.