As soon as the mountain road to the pine forest passed the Xuanxu Pavilion, passers-by saw small purple flowers blooming on both sides of the mountain road.

This flower was something Baoyu had never seen before, and each one was more fertile than the meadow on the mountain behind Sanssouci Valley.

The trail gradually became gentle, and soon, even the road was almost covered with weeds. Walking on it, it's very comfortable.

Qingwen looked at it as she walked, as if every grass and flower seemed familiar.

Walking to the edge of the pine forest, you can hear the sound of a trickling stream.

Entering the forest, the whole person was wrapped in the strong fragrance of pine oil, and stepping on the thick pine needles under his feet was far more enjoyable than walking on the meadow.

There are not many pine trees in this forest, and at a glance, you can see the other side of the forest.

However, even the smallest pine tree in the forest, Qingwen and Baoyu couldn't hug each other.

The creek is between two huts and a pine forest.

Baoyu was thinking, "Maybe the temperature around is too low, and the stream flows from the cliff above to the edge of the pine trees, and then falls into the cliff, and all the way is a faint white gas."

Baoyu wanted to test the temperature of the water, but she was too nervous to put her little hand into the water.

Qingwen found out and said with a faint smile: "This stream water flows out of the hot springs on the cliff above, and the water is naturally warm. ”

Baoyu glanced at Qingwen, then at the faint white gas rising from the stream, and put his hand into the water suspiciously.

A smile appeared on his face as Warmth wrapped around Baoyu as he wrapped his arms around him.

Qingwen had long been accustomed to his silence, and said with a smile: "Do you want to ask, how do I know?"

Qingwen glanced around, and then said to Baoyu: "Actually, I don't know why, in short, everything in Fushan makes me feel familiar......

Before his words fell, Baoyu had already jumped onto a bluestone in the middle of the stream, and without thinking about it, he jumped again and reached the opposite side of the stream.

Qingwen had no choice but to follow and jump over the steaming stream.

It is strange to say, across the stream, the stream is cold, but the stream is warm.

The fence in front of the hut was covered with purple and blue morning glories, and Qingwen could even hear the buzzing of small bees.

"Young master, which one do you live in?" Baoyu asked as she looked at the two huts, turned her head.

"Young Master, who made you call it that?" Qingwen had clenched his fists when he spoke, these two words were the most annoying to him.

Baoyu didn't know if he didn't hear it, or didn't take what Qingwen said seriously, he just said to himself:

"It's better to give the room far away from the warm stream to the young master! You love to sleep, so that the stream will not disturb you. ”

"You decide. Qingwen walked dejectedly to the hut on the left, what he didn't expect was that the taciturn Baoyu would give the stream a name.

......

The courtyards outside the two huts are of the same size, but the plants and furnishings inside the yards are different.

Near Nuanxi, the front yard of Baoyu's thatched hut is planted with two gardenia trees and an osmanthus tree.

Most of the yard is shaded by tall pine trees, and even at noon, the sun is only half as far as the yard. Gardenias, which like a warm, semi-shady environment, are planted right in the middle of the yard.

The thatched hut that Baoyu had left for Qingwen was flooded with light, and when she opened the courtyard door, the courtyard was empty, except for a stool made of good-sized, untreated stone in the center.

On the stone bench is a very thin futon.

"It would be nice to replace this stone bench with a bamboo chair that can lie down. Qingwen muttered to herself.

"Crunch—"

The thin bamboo air leak door was pushed open, and what Qingwen saw in front of her eyes was no different from the one in the courtyard, the only difference was that the stone bench under the futon was replaced with a wooden pier.

He stood at the door, looked back at the stone bench in the courtyard, and then at the inside of the house, and felt very uncomfortable.

"After so many years, I'm still picking like this. ”

"What did you say, young master, why have so many years passed?"

Baoyu appeared silently from behind her, which really made Qingwen very angry. But once he saw his pure eyes, which could no longer be pure, the anger in Qingwen's heart disappeared.

"What did I say?" 'All these years have passed', did I mean that?" Qingwen herself didn't understand why she said that.

Baoyu rolled her eyes at Qingwen, walked into the hut, turned around, turned back to Qingwen outside and said:

"I bring you food every day, but I only deliver one lunch at noon......"

Qingwen thought to herself, "Could it be that all of you Worry-Free Sect disciples don't eat for lunch?!"

Baoyu nodded at him suddenly, and Qingwen remembered that Baoyu seemed to have the ability to communicate with his heart.

"What's that...... Go back and rest, I should rest too. ”

......

Qingwen put the two futons together, lay in the yard and fell asleep, ignoring the bees buzzing above her head.

Baoyu fiddled with gardenias in her yard and went inside. His hut was well stocked, and although no one had lived in it for a long time, it was clean and tidy.

Baoyu was very satisfied with all these arrangements, and that night, he sat cross-legged on the bamboo couch all night.

On the fourth watch, before dawn, Baoyu came to Qingwen's residence, pushed the courtyard door, and saw Qingwen lying on the futon with her legs bent and sleeping, like a baby who has not been confined.

Baoyu slowly withdrew, and went to the cliff in front of the Xuanxu Pavilion alone in the dark.

Along the way, the cold wind accompanied by the fog, which was wet and cold, made Baoyu more and more energetic.

"Xiao Baoyu, where is Qingwen?"

Baoyu soon heard that the person who spoke was Mei Xing'er, but he only buried his head in his own way and did not answer.

Mei Xing'er walked through the pine forest with an arrow and came to the bank of the warm stream, she wanted to cross the stream.

Only to find that an invisible wall was in front of them.

The shallow white gas rising from the warm stream turned out to be a prohibition.

You must know that in the entire North Cliff, only Xue Yang and Beitang Yi, who can pass through the ban, are the two who set up the ban.

No, there is also a Zhao Yiyi.

Mei Xing'er didn't understand why the respected teacher had to set it up like this.

She decided to skip class to ask Beitangyi.

As a result, he pounced, and Beitang Yi went to Yunxiao Pavilion that night.

After that, for a long time, no one saw him in the North Cliff again.

......

At noon, Baoyu held a plate of nuts and carefully pushed open the fence of Qingwen's yard.

He placed the wooden box on the stone bench and lifted the handkerchief that covered it.

Qingwen smelled the smell of pecans, so she stretched her waist and got up slowly.

Taking the wooden box, Qingwen ate by herself, and did not ask Baoyu about the things on the cliff flat.

"Young master, I told Senior Sister Yiyi, in the future, you don't have to go to Yaping again. ”

"Hmm. ”

Suddenly, Qingwen stopped, and he seemed to think of something:

"Beitang Yi should be Yunxiao Pavilion, I haven't seen him for many days. Baoyu naturally knew that Qingwen was only interested in Beitang Yi, who had the same hobby as herself.

The two of them were talking, and during the conversation, Qingwen obviously felt that Baoyu's breath was much more stable than a few days ago, and she was very happy for him.

"Mei Xing'er doesn't seem to like us very much. ”

"Ignore him. Qingwen glanced at Baoyu and said.

"And ...... Young master, from tomorrow onwards, I may not have time to come and see you. When she said this, Baoyu's eyes wandered a little.

"I didn't need you to see it. ”

It was the most they had ever talked since they met.

Qingwen's dream-like order

Qingwen's dream-like order