"Siniang, I Yang Congyi doesn't have any friends, you are my first friend, and so far, the only one, in my heart, no matter what time it is, this friendship will always be as bright as this full moon."

The two of them toasted together.

The glasses were empty, and they were poured on their own.

"It's hard to be a husband and wife in this life, so let's have a friendship forever." Tang Xun raised his glass, and the two of them drank another glass.

After a few cups, the soup was flushed.

Yang Congyi has a lot of alcohol, even if he can drink half a pot of spirits, a few glasses of wine are naturally not a problem. He knew that Tang Xun couldn't drink alcohol, so he persuaded her to stop her, and he drank several glasses by himself.

"Brother Yang is still a good drinker, I can't do it, let's sleep for a while." After Tang Xun finished speaking, he blushed and lay on the table.

Yang Congyi smiled bitterly and drank another glass to the full moon.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I don't know what Qingchen will do under the moon?

Yang Congyi looked at the moon, his eyes gradually became hazy, his head was also groggy, and he returned to the year before last in a trance, on the boat from Lin'an to Quanzhou, he and Qingchen worshiped the moon and became husband and wife.

He was also drunk, facing the moonlight, and fell drunk on the table in front of the window.

Drunk, also slept.

In his sleep, he returned to Quanzhou, pushed open the courtyard door, and saw Qingchen waiting under the moon with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to take off his dusty clothes, hooked his arms and walked towards the house. The small courtyard that belonged to the two of them, everything was as before, quiet and warm in the moonlight.

Back in the house, Qingchen cried and threw himself into his arms, telling her about the thoughts he had missed day and night in the past two years, and the two hugged each other tightly and complained to each other. After some comfort, Qingchen replaced the lights and candles in the room with red candles, and said goodbye to the newlywed, which was a good day.

Reunion after a long absence, deep affection, dry firewood, difficult to self-control, candle flickering, plain tent gently shaken, Wushan clouds and rain are difficult to stop, low chanting incense sweat through the veil, honey tenderness and wheezing lightly, * sound, bright moon and bright moon are also affectionate.

I haven't returned for two years, and there are as many thoughts as there are passions and desires.

After a few wanton blends, the two of them finally got tired, hooked their necks around their willow waists, and whispered goodbye.

Tiredness hits, the eyelids are heavy, the whispers are not heard, the red candles are flickering, and they sleep together.

Satisfied, I woke up, opened my eyes and saw where there was Qingchen's shadow next to the pillow, and I was about to get up, but I saw the door open, and Qingchen came into the house with clean water.

With a smile on his face, Qingchen put down the basin and approached the bedside.

The two looked at each other, and suddenly an indescribable emotion rose. Qingchen took off his shoes and got into the quilt.

In an instant, there was a sudden wind and rain, clouds and rain were difficult to collect, fragrant sweat wrapped in delicate panting, and the room was filled with candlelight.

I haven't seen each other for a long time, and how long I miss it, how strong the friendship is. After the passion, he fell asleep tired.

I don't know how long later, when he woke up again, he saw that the eyes of the early morning were sprinkled all over the room, and his piercing eyes were a little unable to open.

After lying down with his eyes closed for a while, he called out "lady", but he didn't hear a response, and when he reached out and touched it, there was no one on the pillow.

It's time to get up and cook, what a virtuous lady, thinking of this, where does he dare to continue to snooze, turn over and sit up, put on his clothes, and go out to help.

But after he got out of bed, after taking a closer look, the layout of this room seemed to be different from what he remembered, could it be that Qingchen had rearranged it in the past two years? Arrange it, she likes it.

Pushing the door out, but seeing that the yard was also very different, with some doubts, he called "Qingchen" again, but he still didn't see an answer, so he went straight to the kitchen.

However, the kitchen door was closed, and when you pushed the door in, it was empty, there were only knives on the wall, there were no condiments on the table, there were no vegetables, the pot was dusty, the stove was cold, and it seemed that the fire had not been fired for a long time.

Turned around and went out, returned to the courtyard, and called a few more "clear dust", but no one responded to the empty courtyard.

I was in a hurry, worried that something would happen to the lady, and quickly pushed open the wooden door of the remaining other room, the furnishings in the house were somewhat familiar, but it was not a feeling of home, and I felt that something was wrong, and quickly looked at the other rooms, the room was still empty, where did the lady go? I never saw anyone, and suddenly anxiously shouted "clean the dust".

No, the yard at home is not big, there are only four rooms, how can it be six now, this is not his home! He suddenly came to his senses and thought about it carefully, but he didn't know where he was.

What about Qingchen, the lady who was still with her last night, if this was not their home, how could she be here?

Turned around and looked at the courtyard gate, the deadbolt on the courtyard door was opened, and the dust went out?

He didn't have time to think about it, opened the courtyard door, and was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.

Outside the courtyard is not a field, not a farmland, but a white sand beach, and not far away is the blue sea, as far as the eye can see, with no end in sight.

There are seabirds on the beach, and you can't see a single person.

Walking up the soft sand, I looked back and saw that the yard was built on a gentle slope, behind which was a dense forest, which stretched all the way up the mountain.

He ran along the beach on the coast, shouting as he ran, and ran for a long time, but he still didn't see Qingchen, and he didn't see any outsiders. Running and running, looking up, he found that there was a courtyard in front of him, which looked a little familiar, but he didn't think much about it, he stepped forward and knocked on the door, the courtyard was silent, and with a gentle push, the courtyard door opened, and there was no one in the courtyard.

Looking closer, this courtyard becomes more familiar, isn't this the courtyard that you just left?

After walking around and back to the starting point.

It's an island!

How did you come to the island? What about Qingchen, Qingchen is in Quanzhou, she can't come here, who is the woman who slept with him last night, didn't he return to the Great Song Dynasty, why did he appear on the island?

Why? And why is Qingchen here?

None of this makes sense, why is this happening?

Thinking hard to no avail, anxious, headache, cold sweat on the back!

"Guest." Suddenly, a voice came to his ear, interrupting his thoughts.

When I opened my eyes suddenly, I saw the plain tent above my head, and when I looked down again, I found that I was covered with a thin quilt and was lying on the bed.

At this time, a man's voice came from outside the room: "Guest officer, our store has a free breakfast before the hour, and it will not wait for the obsolete." ”

Only then did I wake up to the fact that it was all a dream.

Thinking about the strange dream just now, he felt absurd, and the face of the woman in the dream was actually not clear at all, but he thought it was Qingchen.

Last night, I should have drunk with Tang Xun to admire the moon, and I got drunk after a few more drinks.

"Brother Tang?"

"Siniang?"

Gently called twice, but there was no response in the room.

Last night, I said that I would leave today, but I haven't already left.

Thinking of this, Yang Congyi turned over and sat up, and when he got up, he felt sore, a little weak, he had a dream all night, he was nervous, and he was really tired enough.

Before I got out of bed, I found that the bed was wet, and there were too many traces left behind by a night of spring dreams. Fortunately, Tang Xun is not here, otherwise I don't know what the embarrassment would be.

After getting dressed and opening the plain tent, Tang Xun was not seen in the room.

The sun was already shining in, and it was already early in the morning, so she should have left a long time ago.

Thirsty, I walked to the table, just picked up the teapot and took a sip of herbal tea, and at a glance, I saw an envelope pressed under the flask on the table.

It should have been Tang Xun who stayed, today she left Lin'an, she overslept herself, and she couldn't send her, if you really want to send it, what can you say?

He put down the teapot and took out the letter under the flask and opened it, wanting to see what Tang had to say.

When I opened it, I only wrote in the letter: "I met in the fasting house that belonged to you and me that year, and in the blink of an eye, four years later, day by bit, every bit of it is in my heart." I regret that I shouldn't have pretended to be a man, I couldn't be honest with you earlier, and I'm glad that I pretended to be a boy and was able to meet you in martial arts. If you say that there is no fate, why do you and I live in the same room in the vast sea of people, if you say that there is fate, why don't Yue Lao lead our red line. There are thousands of words in my heart, and I don't know where to start. Yang Lang, call Yang Lang again, farewell today, see you again in this life, I wish you a bright future, show your ambitions as soon as possible, worship the marquis, and get what you want. May you be happy and healthy in this life. Siniang has no return date, don't worry, don't think, don't worry. With the wind catkins soup Siniang, when the Mid-Autumn Festival is full in the twentieth year of Shaoxing. ”

Yang Congyi took the letter, greeted the morning sun, and sat down in front of the window.

Whether there is fate or not, the friendship in this life will not be dissolved.

After sitting for a long time, Yang Congyi put the letter away, got up and went downstairs and walked out of the inn.

After going to see Zhang Liu that day, the two left Beijing with their luggage and rushed to Mingzhou by boat.

Quanzhou, a small courtyard in the north of the city.

The two women were competing swords in the courtyard, learning swordsmanship, when they suddenly heard an exclamation, and the two stopped at the same time, and someone was injured.

"Sister Qingchen, are you okay, are you seriously injured?"

"It's okay, it's just a broken skin, and it will be fine in a few days."

"It's really not interesting, I haven't practiced for a long time, and my swordsmanship is a little rusty, so I didn't stop it for a while. I have a family heirloom here, which is especially useful for treating trauma, and it will be good for two days for minor injuries without leaving scars. A woman brought out a packet of powdered medicine.

"Don't bother, such a precious medicine, Sister Tang should keep it. I used to get hurt a lot, and I just broke my skin, and I didn't need any medicine. ”

"Sister Qingchen, I accidentally hurt you, no matter how precious the medicine is, I have to use it for you, listen to me, pull up your sleeves."

The woman couldn't help it, pulled up her sleeves, and there was a small wound on her snow-white forearm, and there were traces of blood.

After the powder is sprinkled, the bleeding of the wound stops immediately.

"Sister Tang, your family heirloom medicine is so powerful, it's amazing." The woman looked at the wound on her arm, and then at the woman in front of her, her face full of curiosity and excitement.

"Alright, Sister Qingchen, it's time for me to go, goodbye." The woman said goodbye.

"Sister Tang won't stay for two days anymore, wait for my senior brother to come back, and you will meet before leaving." The wounded woman was retained.

"No, I said goodbye in Lin'an not long ago. Don't say I've been here, I'm going to a distant land, goodbye. After speaking, he left the hospital without looking back.

"Sister Tang cherishes it." The injured woman was sent out of the hospital, only to see her back in the distance.

The woman closed the courtyard door, looking a little lonely, and she saw her former self from the distant back.

Soon after, she was happy again, and since her husband was safe and sound, he should be back soon.