Qingcheng and Wu'er sat in the back of the truck, looking around, feeling joy and satisfaction that they had never felt before. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

They didn't know who this gentlemanly and handsome young man was, but they all began to trust him from the first sight of him.

Many years later, when Qingcheng recalls the fields in the countryside by the roadside, he can't help but think of this young man. In the cold winter, the wheat field is barren, but the soft and warm breath on his body makes Qingcheng feel as if he is on a sunny hillside. The hillside is stacked on top of each other, and you can't see the river fields below, but you can smell the scent of wheat seedlings floating in the air.

Qingcheng crossed his legs, looked curiously at the young man sitting on the tall horse, and asked the guy walking beside him, who was that person. The man didn't seem to hear what she said, and he glanced at the talkative girl in confusion and wonder, and followed the boy's pace.

Qingcheng suddenly felt that his face was hot, and a look of anger appeared on his face. The young man thought that he had heard Qingcheng's question just now, and deliberately asked the horse to slow down and follow the car.

"You were brave just now! What's your name? ”

Qingcheng was annoyed for a moment, she glared at the young man fiercely, "Why should I tell you, I don't know what your name is!" ”

The boy suddenly found the girl very interesting, he smiled again, and he said that his name was White. White chess Qingcheng? Qingcheng suddenly felt that these two names were so interesting, and she smiled at the young man, innocent.

The car soon came to Qingzhou City, and Qingcheng saw the fourth brother Sima Jian as soon as he got out of the car. Sima Jian's face looked a little haggard, but the whole person still gave people a feeling of radiance.

"That's my fourth brother!" Qingcheng turned his head and said proudly to the young man.

"Hmm!" The boy stared motionlessly at the heroic boy across the street, as if in deep thought.

Qingcheng waved his hand at Sima Jian, and Sima Jian immediately rushed towards her.

Sima Jian forgot what happened when he suddenly saw his sister, he only felt that he was so excited that he remembered the snow-white back of a young man until a long time later. The younger sister told herself that it was the boy who saved him, but when he figured out everything and wanted to thank him, he only saw the group of people who were far away and the back that he couldn't forget.

In this way, Qingcheng, who had been missing for a day and a night, returned home, but unlike when she ran away, there was an extra girl named Wu'er by her side.

There are too many unclear fates in this world, maybe Wu'er has some kind of fate with the Sima family in her life, and Mrs. Sima let this helpless girl stay here. In the long years since, Wu'er has been by Qingcheng's side like a shadow.

This loss incident let Mrs. Sima know the position of Qingcheng in her heart, but that time did not last long, and Qingcheng became a loner again. The days are still slipping away from his fingertips, and although Sima Nan is not so strict with Qingcheng, he is not tolerant either.

On April 18 of that year, the arrival of one person completely changed the fate of Qingcheng for decades to come. It's just that she didn't understand this at the time.

On that day, every household in Qingzhou City put out flowers, and the Buddha statue of Buddha Sakyamuni was draped in red and hung with colors, and the monks of Xiangguo Temple greeted them to Dongguo Temple to place them.

Mrs. Sima firmly believes in Buddhism, she gets up before dawn to do everything, and prepares to go to Dongguo Temple to pay homage to the Buddha body as soon as dawn. The dawn always came as promised, Mrs. Sima took the car and came to the Buddhist temple unhurriedly, and she was also sitting beside her daughter Qingcheng and Qingcheng's companion dance.

Qingcheng did not have any special interest in this annual Buddhist meeting, and the reason why she came with her mother was not to go out to devotion to the Buddha. It's just that she likes to be lively, and if she can skip class for a day without having to face the old master's dizziness and her father's strictness, it will be beautiful for her.

It was the first time for Wu'er to see such a grand Buddha meeting, and she chattered excitedly, pulling Qingcheng all the time to talk. Qingcheng seemed to be infected by Wu'er's enthusiasm, she no longer dozed off, but raised the curtain and enjoyed the grand event outside with Wu'er.

The car quickly stopped at the gate of Dongguo Temple, and as soon as you entered the door, you will be opposite to the hall of five large halls. The main hall was full of monks, apparently doing Buddhist things. However, Madame Sima did not enter the main hall, but was guided by a small novice through the main hall into a garden full of peach blossoms.

At that time, the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the whole yard was filled with a faint sweetness. Qingcheng liked this indifferent sweetness, she followed behind her mother, hid her young body in the shade of the tree, and for the first time in her life, she understood the taste of peace and tranquility.

Through the corridor, they came to a small hall hidden behind begonia flowers. The room was not elegant, but solemn and boring. It was the abbot's house, and at this moment the abbot Master Huiyuan was still doing Buddhist things in the front hall.

The celadon teacups were quietly placed on the ebony cases, a few petals of begonias floated from time to time in the patio, and a wisp of green smoke from the smoker dispersed with the wind, Qingcheng suddenly felt that the silence around was so terrible. She looked at her mother in amazement, she was closing her eyes and chanting, as if she didn't care about everything in front of her. Wu'er hid behind her, holding her hand in a panic, looking like that, as if she had the same feelings as Qingcheng.

Time is a long time ago, when the light and shadow of noon began to move, Abbot Huiyuan appeared at the door. He was a very thin man, with sallow skin and cloudy eyes, which made people panic after seeing it.

Mrs. Sima and Huiyuan met according to the usual etiquette of Buddhism, and when the old abbot turned around, Qingcheng suddenly found that there was another person behind him.

It was a young man of about twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in a green robe, with a cold expression, handsome eyebrows, and a slight tilt of his head, which made people feel noble and proud. Qingcheng stared at the young man carefully, thinking carefully in his head, but it seemed that she had never seen her.

Madame Sima obviously knew this young man, and she was very enthusiastic to pull the young man to sit beside her and asked a lot of questions. Then, she turned her head and told Qingcheng that this young man was her cousin Murong Chong.

Qingcheng was only stunned for a moment when she heard her mother's words, and soon she understood that her mother had specially come to pick up this young man named Murong Chong this time. She didn't know why her mother did this, but Qingcheng had never been an inquisitive child, and besides, she didn't like this indifferent teenager very much.

In Qingcheng's eyes, Murong Chong was strange and unapproachable. His expression seems to be always cold, and he never speaks to other children. Except when he was reading in the study, Qingcheng never seemed to hear his voice.

At first, Qingcheng was still a little curious about this cousin who didn't know the origin, but after a long time, she got used to it. She couldn't understand this lonely and indifferent teenager, so she simply stayed close and far away.

The second time Qingcheng noticed this ghost-like teenager was three months after he entered Sima's Mansion.

It was the height of summer, and the heat in the house was frightening. Qingcheng sneaks away with Wu'er to the pond in the back garden, intending to cool off there.

They skirted the cloister, crossed the arched bridge, and crept to the pond full of lotus flowers. It was early afternoon, and there was not half a person in the courtyard. Qingcheng quietly took off his shoes, turned over and sat on the railing, and stretched his white and slender feet into the water.

It was dangerous to do so, and Wu'er looked at Qingcheng with fear, for fear that she would slip into the water without paying attention. But Qingcheng doesn't care about this, she likes these clear pool waters, she feels that her feet are rippling in the water, and the water waves are cut layer by layer, which makes people feel very beautiful and comfortable.

The sound of cicadas has gradually quieted down, and the sky that had been clear just now has been filled with dark clouds in an instant.

A cool breeze mixed with raindrops swept across Qingcheng's neck, Qingcheng shivered, turned around and groped for his cloud-toed shoes hanging on the railing. However, as soon as she put one on and raised her hand to hook the other, the red shoe slipped into the pond like a swimming fish.

"Oops, Miss's shoes fell into the water." Wu'er shouted anxiously.

Qingcheng looked up, and the red shoes disappeared without a trace after only a whirlpool in the water. She turned her head to look at the fussy dance, "Don't be afraid." I'll go down and look for it. You pull me. “

Wu'er didn't think it was a good idea, but the young lady lost her shoes, and if she let Sister-in-law Gui know about it, she would have to be scolded. She hesitated for a moment, feeling that there was no better way, so she trembled and pulled Qingcheng.

Qingcheng carefully put one foot into the pond, and the other foot was propped up on the shore. She paddled in the water with a long bamboo pole for a long time, but still didn't find the shoe she had lost.

"What can I do! Sister-in-law Gui is going to scold again when she goes back, and Mrs. knows that we came here secretly... Wu'er couldn't go on, she was very afraid of Madame. Although Madame is not harsh on her subordinates, for some reason, she is in awe of Madame's attendants from the bottom of her heart. She couldn't say that feeling, in her heart, Madame was the same as the Buddha sitting on the Buddha hall. It is dignified and solemn, but at the same time inviolable.

Qingcheng was a little annoyed by the crying of Wu'er, she leaned towards the edge of the pool, shook off her hand and poked the bamboo pole into the heart of the pool. The water in the pond was stirred by the bamboo poles, and suddenly the poles sank. Qingcheng almost cheered happily, and she turned her head to tell Wu'er that the shoe had been found.

Wu'er was very happy, and she praised Qingcheng sincerely. Qingcheng asked her to let herself out a little more, and Wu'er did so. However, Qingcheng slipped and fell into the pond. It was summer, and although the water in the pond was only as high as an adult, it was already fatal to Qingcheng, who could not swim.

Looking at Qingcheng's painful expression who kept splashing in the water, Wu'er was stunned. Then, while wiping away tears, she flew to call for help.

When Sister-in-law Gui heard this terrible news, her face was even more terrible than ashes. On the one hand, she sent someone to report the matter to Mrs., and on the other hand, she called someone to save Qingcheng. As she and her family ran into the backyard, she felt as if she had seen black and white. She didn't dare to look at it anymore, but instinctively ran forward, and at that moment the world exploded in her heart.

The good people jumped into the water one after another to find Qingcheng, but they didn't find the young lady. They wondered, they thought that the young lady must be trapped in the sludge of some section. The raindrops the size of beans began to crackle on the roof, and no one was in the mood to take shelter from the rain, and everyone's hearts were as dark as the sky at this time.

Madame Sima's mournful cry broke the dead silence of the pool, and the cry mixed with the sound of raindrops made people feel that there was nothing to love.

At this time, a young man in Tsing Yi appeared under the peach tree in the back garden, and a little girl covered in mud stood beside him.

The water in the pond was cold and hot. Qingcheng fluttered in the water for a while before she felt her legs and feet begin to twitch, she wanted to float up, but the only strength left in her body kept pressing her. Dirty water filled her mouth and nose, she choked uncomfortably, and her consciousness gradually drifted.

How she longed for a light to appear and take her away. Although she knows nothing about the world, the joy of life still makes her can't bear to give up. But at this moment, she really saw a ball of blue light. The blue light swept across the water and swam towards her.

Qingcheng was surprised and delighted, and began to think that everything was just an illusion. It wasn't until someone pulled her up that she knew it wasn't a dream. She tugged at the man's robe as if it were the weight of all her lives, and it would disappear once she let go.

She didn't know who was saving her, because she couldn't see the man's face. But she felt that there was an aura of indifference and indifference in the man's body, and in the haze she even stumbled upon the arc of the corner of the man's mouth. She knew who he was, and the corners of Qingcheng's mouth rose and she fainted.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying under a lush poplar tree, with a person standing against the light next to her.

"You're awake!" The man looked directly at Qingcheng and said briefly.

"Murong Chong... For the first time, Qingcheng called out this distant name that felt strange to her.

Murong Chong looked at her lightly, without expression or words, as if the words just now did not come from the mouth of the indifferent young man in front of him.

The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the raindrops hit Murong Chong's cyan collar through the branches, making his whole person look wet and moist.

Murong Chong helped Qingcheng, who was covered in mud and had lost a shoe, to appear in everyone's sight. Seeing the two clay figures appear in front of her, Mrs. Sima instantly felt dizzy. She stared in disbelief, and she hadn't woken up from her fright until Qingcheng called "Mother", and she came to her senses.

As soon as Mrs. Sima's fragile heart recovered, Sima Nan sent someone to call the two children away.

Qingcheng didn't know how he had approached his father's dark, musty-smelling study. All she remembered was that her father stared at her sternly, as terrifying as a monster that had jumped out of hell. Standing side by side with her was the young man named Murong Chong, who stood in front of Sima Nan with a generous and calm manner, without a trace of panic.

The father glanced at Qingcheng, and Qingcheng knelt down softly at his feet. She knew that she had caused a big accident, and her father would not allow her to go to the backyard to play, but she still went. Qingcheng didn't know how her father would punish her, but she could already see the coming storm from the depths of his father's harsh eyes.

"What's going on?" Sima Nan asked in a deep voice.

Qingcheng stumbled, looked at Murong Chong who was standing solemnly on the side, and said everything in a trembling voice. After saying that, Qingcheng's heart reached her throat, and she was ready to be whipped.

"Hmm." Sima Nan said in a low voice, listening to the voice that didn't seem to be very angry.

"Go and copy "Xiang Yu Benji" to me a hundred times." After a while, Sima Nan added.

Qingcheng didn't expect it to be like this this time, she was shocked and suspicious, thinking that she had heard it wrong. Sima Nan stared at Qingcheng coldly, and then turned his gaze to Murong Chong. Murong Chong didn't make a sound, just looked at Sima Nan lightly. That look was cold and arrogant and stubborn, and Qingcheng seemed to feel that Sima Nan trembled slightly.

But that time was too short, and the short Qingcheng thought that he was dazzled.

The fine light and shadow sprinkled all over the ground through the mottled leaves, Qingcheng turned his head to look at Murong Chong's distant back, and suddenly felt that he was so kind.