The little master didn't recognize her, thinking that it was a young lady who came to Lingshan Temple for the first time, and thinking about the fact that the third master of the Si family drowned in the cold pool of the West Water, he persuaded:

"The mountain behind the temple is desolate, there are few people, if the female donor wants to play, she can walk around the temple at will, as for the west water cold pool...... The female benefactor still doesn't want to go. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"No one?" Yin Seventeen asked in surprise, "I've heard that something happened to Xishui Hantan just now, what's wrong?" Is the mountain closed now? ”

The little master shook his head: "That's not true, there is still a donor who insists on going up the mountain before noon......"

"Who?" Yin Seventeen interrupted the little master's words and asked anxiously.

The little master was interrupted by her anxious tone very inexplicably: "The little monk doesn't know who it is." ”

Yin Seventeen didn't ask again.

She turned around and walked out of the main hall, directly under the outer corridor of the hall, and hurried in the direction of the mountain behind the temple.

The little master watched in a daze as she quickly disappeared into the corner under the corridor, and said:

"Are you going to the West Water Cold Pool? Don't you know how to go......"

Yin Seventeen set foot on the forest path again.

This is the third time she has walked this trail, and each time she walks in a different state of mind.

The first time she went to the Xishui Cold Pond to step on the point, the second time she was determined to let Si Zhengyan die and then walk down, and the third time was at this moment, but she came to find him.

When it was seventeen to halfway up the mountain, it was still very early.

The West Water Cold Pool has an unobstructed view, there is no popularity, let alone people, not even insects, frogs, birds and beasts are not half alive.

She walked to the edge of the pool and looked at the cold water in a daze.

Did he never come, or did he come and go?

There was a forest trail up the mountain, and he wanted to go down, and she would definitely meet her when she came up.

But no, it only means that he hasn't come down yet.

But even the little master in the temple couldn't be sure that the person who came up the mountain was Si Zhanyan, and she just thought it was.

If he was wrong, where would he go?

Looking up at the top of the mountain again, Yin Seventeen decided to walk a little further.

After the Xishui Cold Pool, the road to the top of the mountain is not as easy to walk as the forest path when I came up.

She took off her hat and wore the sable cloak he had given her.

Without the hat, she put the hood on, and it was much warmer.

The road to the top of the mountain is obviously very untraveled, and it has not been stepped out of its fixed shape, and it has just snowed, and the sun is shining during the day, and the road is slippery and difficult.

Yin Seventeen walked cautiously, but he was not at least fallen.

She is not like those young ladies in the serious capital, in the five years in Hongsha County, she often went to the mountains on the outskirts of the county to pick herbs.

Not to mention such a mountain road, even the cliff she has climbed, of course, she has fallen.

At that time, she didn't dare to climb too high, so she didn't fall half-crippled, at most her nose was blue and her face was swollen, and she suffered some flesh and skin from bruises.

She still remembers that every time she came home like this, she always covered up, not daring to let her grandmother know how embarrassed she had fallen.

But every time she secretly finished the ointment that was scattered and swollen, she tried to cover up the smell, but in the end she still couldn't hide it from her grandmother.

Grandmother didn't say anything to her face, but at night, while she was asleep, she got up and secretly took a better ointment and gently applied it to her.

Grandmother thought she didn't know, just as she thought she had hidden it from her at first.

Suddenly, his feet slipped, and Yin Seventeen subconsciously grabbed what he could grasp to both sides.

Finally grasping something to stop the downward trend, she stabilized her mind, ignoring the cold touch on her face, she looked at the hands that were grabbing the trees beside her.

I don't know what kind of tree it is, but its branches are full of thorns.

As soon as she grabbed it, she grabbed a hand full of blood beads.

Slowly sitting down in place, she spread her hands and watched, watching as the small wounds pricked by the tree thorns one after another, blood beads slowly came out.

She endured the grievances that kept heating in her eyes, raised her hand, and wiped the coldness on her face with the back of her hand.

It was a tear that I couldn't control when I thought of my grandmother just now.

But at this moment, she didn't want to cry anymore, and she didn't want to be wronged.

Snorting and exhaling deeply, she looked up at the blue sky and white clouds:

"Where are you...... Where......"

God didn't seem to see her gaze, nor did he feel the sadness in her heart.

was silent, and there was not even a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

After sitting in place for a while, the cold wind blew by, making her face cold and her hands cold, and even the small blood beads that came out of her palms gradually lost their intention to continue to develop.

As soon as she closed her hands and wiped them casually, the blood beads on her palms were all paste.

I don't know if it's cold, but I don't feel any pain.

Those tree thorns were placed in the usual good weather, and the two palms were so sharp that they grabbed and pierced together, probably making her grit her teeth.

Not at this time.

She looked at the palms of her hands, wanting to grab the sable cloak, and then thinking of the blood beads in her palms, she was reluctant to stain the cloak he sent.

grabbed the inner shirt and skirt, wiped most of the blood stains on the palm, and then got up.

She patted the mud and grass clippings on her tuck when she sat down, and looked at the dress that was still some way away, and she just thought that maybe he wasn't here.

Or what else would he do if he ran to the top of the mountain?

When I looked up like this, I couldn't see anything, and I didn't hear the master in the temple say that there was any sightseeing scenery on the top of the mountain.

But after thinking about it, if she is depressed and wants to find a place to stay quietly, it is a good choice for a place with no scenery and no people.

Last time, didn't she always sit and drink in front of her grandmother's grave?

If she couldn't find him here, she might be able to go to the hill of the Si family's ancestral grave.

Even if you can't get in, you can take a look at the bottom of the mountain.

As she thought about it, she walked more and more carefully, because of a fall.

He wasn't at the top of the mountain, and it was useless for her to walk fast.

If he was at the top of the mountain, she didn't want to fall again, and she went to see him more and more embarrassed.

Thinking that she hadn't seen each other for a few days, she really missed him a little.

Even though she said such resolute words, the throbbing pain in her heart was a fact that she couldn't ignore.

Walking some distance from the top of the mountain, Yin Seventeen saw a small wooden house.

It's old, it's very casual, and it's small, like a deserted house.

She approached the half-open wooden door before she heard movement inside.

Her heart beat half a beat slower, and she was stunned at the door for a long time without raising her hand to push the door.

Si Zhanyan drank a lot of wine, but he wasn't really drunk in the end.

He knew it when Yin Seventeen's footsteps were approaching, but he never thought it would be her.

After a long time, she finally reached out and pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

She looked at Si Zhanyan, who was dressed in a dark robe and smelled of wine, sitting casually in the corner of the wooden house, and she didn't know how he carried a few jars of wine up the mountain, and there were empty jars of wine around him.

It's a bit like when she was drinking at her grandmother's grave, but in a different venue.

Yin Seventeen approached step by step and squatted down in front of him:

"Why are you here...... Why do you drink here alone......"

Si Zhanyan's hair was a little messy, half scattered, which did not damage his handsome appearance at all, but was a little more ruffian than his usual indifferent appearance.

Maybe it was because of the drunkenness, but he fell into her eyes like this, and it actually made her eyes heat up again.

He didn't answer her, just looked at her.

stared at her for a moment with drunken eyes, a little hazy, a little dazed, and a little suspicious, as if to make sure if she was coming, and as if to confirm that the person who was finally willing to talk to him face-to-face again was not her.

Yin Seventeen didn't dare to lower his head and lower his eyes.

She was afraid that as soon as she lowered her head and lowered her eyes, the tears in her eyes would collapse like a river bursting its embankment, crumbling in front of him.

She raised her chin slightly, half of her face to see the large dark purple fur cloak he had abandoned.

She reached for it, trying to drape it over him.

But halfway through the cloak he was holding and draping over him, he suddenly moved.

As soon as the wine jar in Si Zhanyan's hand loosened, it fell on the messy grass on the ground with a bang.

It didn't break, rolled twice, and stopped.

She glanced at the jar, and the next moment she let him hug him into her arms, her arms tightening and tightening.

She was held in his arms, with a heavy wool cloak in between, but she could still feel his heartbeat violently clearly.

Or maybe it's her own.

Si Zhanyan was full of alcohol, but he was very clear, but he was a little unsure that the person in his arms was her, and asked:

"Is that you? You came to me? Is it really you? Are you really here for me? ”

With four question marks in a row, word by word, with a half-choked voice, he asked with difficulty.

Yin Seventeen burst into tears, let go of the cloak, stretched out his hands around his waist and hugged him, and said:

"It's me, I'm here for you...... Shanfeng sneaked into my courtyard and said that you were gone, and I was anxious when I heard it...... As soon as I got up in a hurry, I ran out of the house, without taking anyone with me...... After thinking about it, I asked the coachman to drive all the way to Lin San Temple......"

She spoke in fits and starts, and the more she spoke, the more fierce the tears became, and soon his shoulders were wet.

"I didn't expect you to be ...... You're really ......" At the end, Yin Seventeen cried.

Si Zhanyan let go of her gently, his hand touched her face, his fingertips wiped the tears on her face, and let her hot tears slide across his fingertips:

"Seventeen ......"

He obviously had a thousand words to say to her, he had a lot of plans to discuss with her, and he wanted to tell her if he could take back the decisive words he had said.

But when the words came to his mouth, he only called her once, and then he couldn't make a sound.

Yin Seventeen held back his crying, like a wronged child, raised his palms in front of his eyes, and said with a crying voice:

"You see, I slipped on the way here to find you...... In an emergency, I grabbed a handful of ...... to both sides."

She sniffed, trying to hold back the tears that quickly gathered in her eyes:

"In the past, I must have been in a lot of pain, and my grandmother was so distressed...... But now in order to find you, I didn't feel much pain all the way up...... You go back, don't drink, you will hurt yourself if you drink too much, I ...... I would ......."

Si Zhanyan grabbed her hand both distressed and carefully, looking at her palm, which was still bloodstained, tears slipped out of his eyes:

"You're going to feel distressed, right?"

Finally unable to disobey her own wishes, she threw herself back into his arms and nodded.

The sun soon fell, and the two sat in the corner of the cabin embracing, the hay underneath was not warm.

But the two snuggled up, and they felt warmer than ever.

Yin Seventeen glanced at the wooden door that had been tightly closed: "It's not early, or we will go down the mountain......"

Before he finished speaking, Si Zhanyan shook his head and vetoed:

"No, not going back."

Yin Seventeen gathered the cloaks wrapped around the two people, and when she saw the whole purple under her eyes, she asked:

"You asked Shanfeng to send this sable cloak at the beginning, but you didn't follow?"

Si Zhanyan stretched out his hand and put his cloak on the two of them, and pulled it towards her again:

"You feel it?"

She shook her head: "No, just ask." ”

He laughed: "Well, yes." ”

She looked up at him: "Secretly followed?" ”

He nodded.

Then why didn't you come out to meet her?

She didn't ask that, and he didn't continue the conversation.

The clear answer is still the reason why the two of them have come to this point, and no one wants to mention it with bad interest.

When it was time for dinner, Si Zhanyan asked Yin Seventeen:

"Are you hungry?"

Yin Seventeen asked rhetorically: "In addition to wine, did you also bring dinner?" ”

Si Zhanyan smiled: "No." ”

Yin Seventeen was disappointed: "Then what do you ask?" I said hungry, can you conjure up food out of thin air? ”

Si Zhanyan shook his head very sincerely: "I can't." ”

Later in the day, she was so hungry that her stomach began to growl, but he still looked very full and energetic.

Yin Seventeen couldn't help but ask him, "You don't plan to spend the night here tonight, do you?" ”

Si Zhanyan asked rhetorically: "No?" ”

She was stunned.

It's not that it doesn't work, it's not at all, okay?

Not to mention, this lonely man and widow spent the night in a cabin on the mountain, and even if no one knew, she and he knew.

Isn't that good?

When she was stunned, he looked at her and smiled.

If she looked up, she could see the burning lust in his eyes.

"Seventeen, shall we be together?" Si Zhanyan said, his hand slowly touching her waist.

Yin Seventeen trembled, only to feel that his hand pressing on her waist was hot like a volcano:

"Now...... Aren't we just sitting together now......"

Si Zhanyan hugged her from behind, and after a low laugh, he slowly kissed the broken hair scattered on her forehead:

"You know what I mean...... How could my clever girl not know what I meant......"

Yin Seventeen trembled his hand to stop him from untying her belt, and even his breath trembled.

She wanted to say no, she wanted to say that this is not good, she wanted to say how could this be?

But at last he pushed down on his own dark purple cloak, which was spread out with a soft warmth, and she lay on it with wide eyes as she watched his face slowly approach her, and when his lips slowly covered hers, she did not say what was in her heart.

The moment she closed her eyes, those rational thoughts, which she always thought would minimize the damage, were all left behind by her at once.

Even if she can't be with him in this life, she thought.

Then at this moment, it is also good to give yourself to him, and to be with him really on this night.

Si Zhanyan unbuttoned her shirt, and when her lips fell on her impossibly beautiful collarbone, he said:

"Seventeen, believe me, wait for me ......"

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