The wind blows, the golden branches tremble slightly, and the petals are shaken off, like a sudden powder rain, either sparse or dense, far or near. The petals fell onto Xu's head, as if to add a few peach-colored beaded flowers to it. Some petals fell on the plain white clothes, and suddenly felt a little more delicate.

They were silent along the way, just snuggled up to each other, felt each other's temperature, and felt each other's snort. The faint white jasmine fragrance on Xu Yuan's body entered Chen Zhiheng's nasal cavity and was also deeply imprinted into Chen Zhiheng's brain.

Out of the peach blossom forest, there are stone steps in front of you. The stone steps were not very smooth, and there was a faint green moss on them, and there were some green grass growing beside them, and there was some dew on the wild grass.

Chen Zhiheng didn't know that Siming Mountain was so barren, he thought that Baiyun Temple was so famous, there were many people coming, the road would be repaired better, and there would be no lush barren grass next to it, but he didn't want to be like this, it seemed to be a good place to cultivate immortals and escape the world. It's just that the pedestrians who come and go bring a bit of human fireworks here. But today, for some reason, there is no one else.

Chen Zhiheng dismounted with a slight jump, led the horse to a thick peach tree, tied the reins to the stump of the tree, and he hugged Xu Yuan from the horse.

Xu Yuan was a little shy, in the depths of her memory, she had never been hugged like this by others, except for the hug when she sang on the stage, of course.

In the years that she has been in the Xu family's class, she has long forgotten that she was Song Yuzhi, the daughter of the Song family, and it seems that she has already become the past life she gave up, and she has already been buried under the loess with the bones of her previous life, and those memories seem to have disappeared with the bowl of Meng Po soup after being drunk.

In fact, at that moment, Xu Yuanxuan was also a little moved, but she couldn't let Chen Zhiheng know, so she turned her back, crossed her hands on her waist, and pretended to be angry and said, "Why are you hugging me?" ”

Chen Zhiheng looked at him like this, a little cute, a little more girl-like, so he gently hooked her nose and said, "I won't carry you down, what if you accidentally fall down?" Lame back to Xu's class, let me be scolded? ”

Xu Yuan took a step forward, wanting to stay away from Chen Zhiheng, and said, "I won't fall down." ”

She is a little arrogant in her heart, she knows that her skills are not worse than the weak young lady of the family.

Chen Zhiheng knew that Xu Yuan would not admit defeat, so he continued: "I know that there are many people who were injured when they got off the horse for the first time. Don't talk about others, let's talk about the second son of the Prime Minister's Mansion in Yanjing City, when he was riding a horse for the first time, he accidentally fell and injured his leg, but he recuperated in bed for a while. ”

Xu Yuanyuan stretched out his hand, lightly touched Chen Zhiheng's mouth, motioned for him not to continue, and said, "Okay, it's time to go." I didn't come out with you to argue about this. ”

So Chen Zhiheng took Xu Yuan's hand, Xu Yuanyuan didn't struggle this time, let Chen Zhiheng lead him, Chen Zhiheng leaned down to Xu Yuan's ear, and whispered softly: "Then let's go together, be careful with your feet, this road is slippery." ”

In this way, the two of them walked up the stone steps. The road paved with stone steps is very long, and the old people in the vicinity say that it is used by the Buddha to measure the sincerity of the person who comes to the Buddha. If he can't walk up this stone staircase, he has no sincerity, and the Buddha will not bless him.

After walking for half an hour, I arrived at the gate of Baiyun Temple, the gate of Baiyun Temple is a dilapidated wood door, and the copper knock door on it is rusty. The door was open, and there was only one old monk sweeping the floor inside. The old monk wore beads around his neck and was dressed in a dark robe. Looking inside, the houses had lost some of their outermost paint, and the crow-blue bricks were exposed.

Some people say that the old monk is strange because he is not given by the rich family, and he only receives a little money for sesame oil. If you change to another monk, you can't wait for others to donate all your family property to your temple, in exchange for a lifetime of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

There is a huge camphor tree in the yard, the camphor tree is full of red silk, and under the red silk there are some small wooden signs full of words, and the small wooden signs make a sound with the wind blowing and colliding, and from a distance the camphor tree looks like a cardamom girl with a red hair band and yellow bells.

On that tree is the plea of the infatuated man and the woman in this life, but I don't want there to be so many infatuated men and women in this world, and there are so many of them that are almost unable to hang on the lush branches.

Chen Zhiheng didn't have red silk on him, he thought that this monk must have red silk, so he walked next to the monk, politely saluted the monk, and said, "Master, do you have red silk and pen and ink here?" ”

The old monk just glanced at Chen Zhiheng and continued to sweep the floor, just said coldly: "You are also here to ask for marriage?" ”

Chen Zhiheng nodded, and looked at Xu Yuan, who was standing under the tree not far away, she just looked up at the red silk on her head, and the red silk on the tree swayed in the wind, just like her thoughts. She was thinking about Xu Huanqing and Lu Qingmei, and she didn't know how to write about their joys and sorrows. So she didn't know that Chen Zhiheng followed the old monk away.

Chen Zhiheng followed the old monk to the side room next to the Buddhist hall, which was very simple, the bed was very dirty, the quilt was very thin, except for the bed, there was only a table, not even a cabinet, so the clothes were folded randomly and placed at the head of the bed.

The old monk glanced at the table, and then said, "The pen and ink and the red silk are all on the table, so write whatever you want." With that, he turned and left the room.

Then there was a "stinging, stinging" sound in the yard when the broom rubbed against the ground.

The old monk went out and continued to sweep the floor.

Chen Zhiheng took the pen and carefully dipped it in ink, and he tried his best to scribble the three words "Xu Yuanyuan", because he felt that if Xu Yuanyuan didn't like him, his affection would become Xu Yuanyuan's biggest burden. He didn't want Xu Yuanyuan to know, because he didn't want to become a burden to Xu Yuanyuan. In his heart, it doesn't matter if Xu Yuanyuan loves him or not, as long as he can guard Xu Yuanyuan and let Xu Yuanyuan be healthy and comfortable.

Chen Zhiheng finished writing and left the room.

When he returned to the courtyard, Xu Yuanxuan was still standing under the camphor tree, looking up at the red silk gently fluttering in the wind, like the dancing hands of a woman outside a tavern on the street.

Chen Zhiheng saw the ladder by the wall, he was embarrassed to move it without permission, so he informed the old monk, and only after obtaining the old monk's consent did he move the ladder.

He placed the ladder under the tree, stepped on it, and made sure it was secure, and then climbed it. Xu Yuanyuan saw that Chen Zhiheng was about to climb the ladder, so she didn't say anything, just went up to support the ladder.

Chen Zhiheng climbed to the top of the ladder, lightly grabbed a note with his hand, and tied it carefully. At the same time as tying it, he also whispered in his mouth: "Be healthy." ”

Because the voice was very subtle, like a gust of wind, Xu Yuanyuan didn't hear it, and Chen Zhiheng didn't want to be heard by Xu Yuanyuan, he just wanted Xu Yuanyuan to be healthy and comfortable, as for whether Xu Yuanyuan loved him or not, it didn't matter, he just wanted to guard her silently. He was willing to be a docile dog when he had nothing to do behind him, but when Xu Yuan was in danger, he immediately turned into a vicious and brutal wolf to bite those who harmed Xu Yuan.

Chen Zhiheng tied it to the end of the branch, he didn't want to be too eye-catching, so he tied it to the end of the branch where there were many red silks hanging on the branch, and it was easiest for others to reach. His red silk is hidden in so many red silks, as if there are thousands of infatuations in this world, and he is the small one among those ten thousand, which is not worth mentioning at all.

After Chen Zhiheng finished tying the red silk, he slowly climbed down from the ladder, and he asked Xu Yuan, who was standing next to him, "Aren't you curious about what I wrote on that red silk?" ”

Xu Yuanyuan only smiled shallowly after hearing this, and said, "If you really want me to know, you will say it yourself." If you don't want me to know, you won't tell me even if I ask. ”

Chen Zhiheng knew that Xu Yuanyuan was so smart, and the Xu Yuanyuan he liked was Xu Yuanyuan, who was completely different from ordinary women. Although Xu Yuanyuan grew up in the troupe and has not read any serious books, the stories in those drama books have long been enough for her to see everything in the world clearly. She is cold to everything, on the one hand, because she was born, on the other hand, she saw the world clearly at a young age, and in the days when she was wandering with Xu Jiaban, she had seen more people than government ladies of the same age, including the people at the bottom who were suffering, the parents and officials who were in power, and the rich people like Zheng Dewang who could do anything wrong if they had money. After seeing this, she has long been indifferent, and she understands in her heart that this world is like this. So many things, even if she knew about them, but she didn't say them, because her words had no effect on the development of that thing at all, just in vain.

And what Chen Zhiheng likes is Xu Yuanyuan, who is different from others, at first he just liked the heroic girl who was different from ordinary people and could dance with knives and guns, but he gradually saw Xu Yuanyuan's temperament, which was so smart and accessible, which made Chen Zhiheng more and more unstoppable. When he asked Xu Yuanyuan, he already knew in his heart that Xu Yuanyuan would not ask more according to Xu Yuanyuan's temperament.

The two men knew each other very well.

After Chen Zhiheng came down from the ladder, he put the ladder back in its place and took Xu Yuan's hand. Xu Yuanyuan didn't want to be so resistant, because there was no one else here except for the old monk. There are no others here, and the old monk doesn't seem to be an eventful master, she is holding hands with Chen Zhiheng here, and even hugging, no one will know or comment on them, so she no longer resists.

Chen Zhiheng took Xu Yuan's hand and walked to the Buddha hall in the middle of Baiyun Temple, and the Buddha statues inside had some gold dropped, revealing the brass that was originally filled inside.