The plum forest in the suburbs is blooming, the water boat takes the bitter child to enjoy the plum, although this cold winter plum blossom, but the plum blossom in early spring is also very beautiful, the beauty is delicate, the beauty is weak.

The waterboat plucked a plum blossom from the flower branch, inserted it in the sideburns of Ku'er, and said with emotion: "It's really a human-faced plum blossom that reflects red." ”

Ku'er snorted and laughed: "Young master, is this a poem written by yourself?" Ku'er has heard that the peach blossoms on the human face are red, when will there be a red plum blossom on the human face? ”

The waterboat laughed and led Ku'er to swim in this merlin, "This is a local custom, these words and words are also going to change, Ku'er is smart, don't you understand it at this moment?" ”

Ku'er bowed his head and was silent, probably because he couldn't argue with him, looking at this plum blossom, his mood also became better, "It is said that the plum blossom is appreciated, and the young master doesn't want to compose a poem?" ”

The waterboat watched, stopped his steps, watched the petals fall around him, and his eyes gradually deepened, even the bitter child who had been watching him became puzzled.

A few steps to a plum blossom, catch the slippery petals, look up and ask Ku'er: "Ku'er, you say, they have gone through hardship, just for this moment of blooming?" After that they will return to the dirt, and that's all they have to do in life. ”

Ku'er looked at the flying flowers, stretched out his arm and put them into his hand one by one, and there was a little deep thought between his eyebrows.

"Ku'er, everything in the world has its own pursuit, they just follow their hearts." What about your heart? Where is it now? He pondered bitterly, but could not find an answer.

Ku'er's heart trembled slightly in the falling flowers, she knew that since the first assassination, the young master had already known what Lu Dao had done, but they were unwilling to say anything about it, even now, she still couldn't say it.

"Whatever you want, if you don't want to, how to do it." Ku'er opened her mouth without any deep meaning, as if she was just saying that.

The waterboat looked at her deeply, but after all, he still didn't say anything, he didn't know whether it was the bitter child who had no heart, or whether she hid her heart so deep that even she couldn't feel the beating of that heart.

In the falling flowers, they are speechless, maybe this moment is eternal, they only have each other in their eyes, no matter where their hearts are, people, are in front of them.

After a long time, Ku'er turned around with a little embarrassment and said in a low voice: "Young master, we should go." ”

It was already noon, and it was lunch time, and Ku'er took this opportunity to escape from his embarrassment, which was almost seen through by the young master.

The water boat retracted the slight sharpness in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he smiled gently and elegantly: "I forgot not to say that Ku'er, it's time for lunch." He went over to hold Ku'er's hand, but found that it was very bright, and frowned: "Let you wear more writing clothes, look, it's cold now." As he spoke, he wrapped her hands tightly around his own.

Ku'er watched him warm his hands, but he didn't know how her blood had begun to cool and her hands had become hot.

Holding it all the time but never getting hot, the waterboat pulled Ku'er into his arms with annoyance, hugged her tightly, and said in a low voice: "Ku'er, no matter what happens, even if it's cold and gone, you have to remember that I'm still here." ”

Ku'er let him hold him, closed her eyes slightly, if there was an afterlife, she Ning Yuan was born in an ordinary family, and she didn't want to go through all this.