When Yuan Ziqing came back to his senses and asked him to go in, Qingyun brought the reheated medicine in. Yuan Ziqing didn't ask why he was so late, picked up the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp, and then frowned tightly.

He doesn't really like to drink medicine. It's just that since it's such a body, taking medicine is the same as eating, so I don't have any ideas until now.

After drinking the medicine, Qingyun said, "Does the master want to eat, or go to bed and lie down for a while?" "Yuan Ziqing's appetite is not good, but whenever he comes back, he can't eat anything.

Yuan Ziqing was about to say to lie down for a while, but when he thought of his eyebrows, he forced himself to support himself, "Bring something to eat." ”

"Hey!" Qingyun showed a little joy on his face, and walked out quickly. After a while, he came back with a bowl of porridge and two side dishes. He knew that Yuan Ziqing couldn't eat much, so he had no appetite when he took it and looked at it. Prepare less, and you might be able to eat it.

Moreover, "This is a small dish sent by Miss Guan last time, saying that she personally pickled it and put it in the jar." I've been to see it today, and it should be able to be opened, so I'll take it to the master first. ”

"Oh?" The expression on Yuan Ziqing's face immediately looked much better, and he picked up the chopsticks and put a little in his mouth.

Because of his light taste, he didn't dare to put more salt when marinating on his eyebrows, and there was almost no other taste except for refreshing, which made Yuan Ziqing very satisfied, and unconsciously drank a bowl of porridge with side dishes.

Qingyun was happy and sighed on the side, and when his master met Guan San, he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

But at least for now, there is nothing bad about it.

After eating, Qingyun went to the garden for a walk. Yuan Ziqing hesitated slightly, then agreed. Today, he really has too many things in his heart, even if he goes to rest, I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep, so it's better to go out and breathe.

After a walk around the Hidden Bamboo Garden, I went back to the house and lay down. Obviously his body was extremely tired, but Yuan Ziqing felt extremely excited, and he couldn't sleep no matter what. He wanted to get up and read, but Qingyun resolutely refused to allow it. Reading is always tiring, and the illness will naturally be worse.

Yuan Ziqing had no choice but to lie on the bed in a daze. The thoughts in my mind are unrestrained, and I don't always want to think about anything, but I just wander around on my own. Then suddenly, the face next to the eyebrows came to mind.

Gentle, smiling, shy, frowning, infatuated...... Faces with different expressions passed through my mind, but they all belonged to the same person. In the end, Yuan Ziqing's attention fell on those eyes again.

The eyes that are black and white, as deep and tranquil as a cold pool, but quickly come alive the moment they see him.

It is engraved in my mind from the first glance and cannot be forgotten.

I don't know when, Yuan Ziqing fell asleep.

He felt like he had come to a strange place. Surrounded by a large area of peach trees, the trees are blooming with scorching peach blossoms, every gust of wind blows, the petals will flutter and fall, it is like a fairyland on earth, the beauty is breathtaking.

On top of this peach blossom tree, there seemed to be a layer of fog that seemed to be shrouded, so that Yuan Ziqing could only see the surrounding environment in a shadow, but he could never see clearly.

He couldn't tell the direction, so he could only walk wildly in the peach blossom forest, and his pace became more and more urgent. Then he remembered, he was looking for ......

What is he looking for? Can't think of it. But Yuan Ziqing still walked forward quickly, as long as he let him see it, he would definitely be able to recognize what he was looking for.

After walking for a while, just when Yuan Ziqing felt that the peach blossom forest was endless, and his heart began to be impatient, he suddenly found that the surrounding fog had faded, and the originally hazy things in front of him became clear little by little.

I don't know when, someone appeared in front of him.

It was a slender woman. From Yuan Ziqing's direction, he could only see her back, but he recognized it at once. That's the guy he's looking for!

But who is she? Yuan Ziqing didn't know, he didn't even forget who he was, he only knew that he had to find her and catch her.

She hurried forward. In the dream controlled by himself, his body seemed to suddenly become healthy, his movements were vigorous and neat, and he came behind the woman in three or two steps.

The woman stood under a peach blossom tree, her face slightly tilted and she didn't know what she was looking at. From time to time, the wind brought flower petals, which stuck to her hairdress.

Yuan Ziqing stretched out his hand to her. However, the person who was so close at hand seemed to suddenly become distant again, and even if he stretched out his arm, he could not touch it.

Yuan Ziqing was thoughtful.

I should call her name, he thought. However, he couldn't remember what the other party's name was, and even had a splitting headache in the end. Finally, a name buried in his mind suddenly flashed, and he seized the fleeting inspiration and exclaimed, "Eyebrows-!" ”

The woman standing in front suddenly turned her head, she had a slightly smiling face, and a pair of eyes as deep as a cold pool, as if looking at him from thousands of times and spaces.

Yuan Ziqing suddenly opened his eyes.

It's a dream. He was clearly aware of this, but the eagerness and loss in his dreams did not subside from his body, but became clearer and clearer. He even had an indescribable urge to see her at this moment.

But that, of course, is impossible. Yuan Ziqing lay on the bed for a while, and waited until his heartbeat and feelings gradually calmed down before he sat up.

He didn't alarm Qingyun, who was keeping vigil, but got out of bed in his clothes, walked to the table in front of the window, sat down, and lit the lamp.

The flickering light illuminated a small place in front of him, Yuan Ziqing spread out the pen and paper with the light, and quickly drew the scene in the dream, as if in this way, the person in the dream could be left.

After a painting was finished, the sky outside had turned white. Yuan Ziqing looked at the distant sky in a daze, and the morning sun rose into the sky little by little from nothing. Then, the light shines brightly, as if the whole world is dyed with a moving gold.

On this energetic morning, Yuan Ziqing felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

He was rarely able to feel his surroundings. Whether the flowers bloom or fall, whether it is spring or winter, whether it is in the morning or at night...... For him, a qiē is not so clear-cut. It was as if he was isolated from the whole world. Because he had understood so clearly that these were not his.

The morning sun was not dazzling, Yuan Ziqing looked at it in a daze for a long time, until the movement of Qingyun getting up came, and then he suddenly woke up.

He lowered his head, only to realize that he was still holding the brush tightly in his hand. And on the white rice paper that was re-spread in front of him, there were two words densely packed -

Her name.