People have different memories of things, but most people have one thing in common, and that is taste.

We will probably always remember the aroma of our mother's food when we were young, the piping hot pot when we ate it for the first time, and the tears that flowed when we tasted the chili pepper for the first time.

The soup of a time-honored noodle restaurant is delicious and thick, and even after many years, you can accurately tell whether it is still the same taste.

At this time, Luo Bin is tasting a fresh and sweet taste, and more than 10,000 taste buds clearly convey a message through the taste cortex, and this taste is very familiar.

Looking at the hot stove and the familiarity of déjà vu, his mind was dizzy and trance-like.

On a late autumn night, after the evening, I plunged headlong into the ink.

The girl's heart burst Bai and Fei, and arranged a string of lights around the two trees in the yard, reflecting the faces of everyone present more and more gentle.

"How's it going, does it taste good?" asked Shi Xuanxuan, pursing his lips and smiling.

Luo Bin responded with a dizzy "uh-huh", still savoring the melt-in-your-mouth piece of meat in his mouth.

He looked at her face, which was so beautiful in the light, that smile at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows that was exactly the same as in her dream.

Why is this so? He is not a prodigal son, nor is he a perverted paranoia.

But why would I never forget my friend's sister at first sight? I just dream about it every night, but what I think about when I sit across from the house is the scene in my dream.

How and thirsty this is?!! such a lewd person is actually himself.

Luo Bin, who suddenly gave birth to this cognition, was startled by himself, and immediately choked and coughed.

"You don't have to be so excited, really. Bai Youfei patted Luo Bin's back and said with a smile.

"I haven't eaten crockpot meat for a long time, wow, it's really..." Lin Ran chewed the meat and took a sip of wine on the aroma of the meat.

Suddenly feeling a little strange, Lin Ran looked at the stove that was burning with a faint fire, "Xuanxuan, this furnace is not broken, the lake center house has collapsed......"

"Well, that's a blessing!" Shi Xuan smiled unnaturally.

Luo Bin recovered from the violent cough to calm his breathing, looked up at the red clay stove with warm wine, and a picture flashed in his mind like a gallop.

The first time I saw it, it was briefly seen, but it stayed a little longer.

The picture is very blurry, the sky and the earth are white as if there is thick snow, the yard is constantly snowing, there are people in the house, two.

The woman snuggled up beside the man, and there was a fire burning on the table.

"The red clay small stove, the cold relieves sorrows. Plum brews new wine, and the night snow is covered with light fur. With Qing..."Luo Bin followed the voice of the woman in the picture in his mind, muttering to him.

Bai Youfei and Lin Ran were putting vegetables into each other's bowls, while Ah Demon was drinking to himself and adding wine to his cup.

Suddenly, in this small courtyard in late autumn, a few white snowflakes began to fall, followed by thousands of ......

In an instant, before everyone could react, they saw snowflakes falling out of thin air.

"Who are you?" Shi Xuanxuan's gentle smile froze on his lips, staring at Luo Bin with a frosty expression.

Luo Bin stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, only to feel a period of drowsiness, the picture in his mind gradually disappeared, when he saw the flying snow all over the courtyard, he thought that he had hallucinations again, and his dizziness became more and more dizzy.

"Xuan, Sister Xuan, you, why are you looking at the little camel like this..."Bai Youfei looked at Shi Xuanxuan's cold face, wondering what had just happened.

Lin Ran grabbed Bai Youfei's hand and shook his head to signal him not to speak.

Lin Ran has heard this poem many times, and on the end of the year every year, Shi Xuanxuan would always scald a pot of wine, put plum blossoms in the wine and then stew a stove of meat, and muttered while drinking.

Therefore, when he heard Luo Bin read it out, Lin Ran was shocked in his heart.

In this world, except for Xuan Xuan and himself, the only person who knows this small order is that person.

"Who are you!" Shi Xuanxuan stood up and walked to Luo Bin's side, a thin layer of frost and snow had been spread on the branches, tables and chairs, and the cold in the small courtyard was overwhelming.

"Where did you hear that?"

The seven-trick demon guessed about seven or eight points from Shi Xuanxuan's expression, put down the small wine glass and glanced at Lin Ran, and the three of them left the table and stepped aside.

The courtyard is well-lit, and it looks brighter against the snow.

Shi Xuanxuan was so close that he wanted to see his soul through Luo Bin's eyes.

Luo Bin looked at Shi Xuanxuan in front of him, close enough to see the color of the pupils in her eyelashes and hear the sound of her breathing.

Before he could react, he fell into her gaze.

He felt his head heavy, everything in front of him began to blur, and soon he couldn't see anything clearly, only heard a very gentle voice calling him: Dongchen... Dongchen....

The voice was familiar, he remembered it as hers, who was she?

Her name, she is......

"Muer" ......

Shi Xuanxuan couldn't believe his ears.

This young man, this young man named Luo Bin...

She remembered that when she first saw him, she just went to accept the injured Bai and Fei, and they met in a hurry, and she didn't even take a serious look at his appearance.

"Mu'er, I'm Dongchen..."The young man raised his head.

At this moment, Shi Xuanxuan's eyes trembled uncontrollably. She saw on his face the face that had been waiting for a thousand years.

But in an instant, it was gone. She didn't know if it was her hallucination or if it was a vestige of obsession left over from her soul's rebirth.

The line between hating someone and loving someone can sometimes be really blurred.

Shi Xuanxuan had imagined 10,000 scenarios of encountering Ruan Yu, but she didn't have much hope in her heart, she knew that maybe there would never be such a day.

Or in the first few years, I was still looking forward to meeting him again in the world. With the changes in the sea and the change of the sun and the moon, the expectations in her heart were worn away bit by bit.

It is not so much that the search for thousands of years is because of longing, but that it is just her unwilling persistence.

There is unwillingness, and there should be such unwillingness.

But what can it be? Not willing to be ordinary, but you and I are ordinary people, unwilling to accept the status quo, but powerless to break free. Most people's lives are their own cages.

Su Xiaoxiao was like this more than a thousand years ago, and so was Shi Xuanxuan more than a thousand years later.

That year, Su Xiaoxiao was a young adult, and her parents died one after another, leaving behind a rich family estate, which was enough for her to live a happy life without worrying about eating and drinking.

Su Xiaoxiao, who loves mountains and rivers, came to Xiling with her maids and maids from Gusu, bought a house, bought land, wrote poems, and traveled to the lake, living freely and unrestrained.

Women with capital, beauty, and extraordinary talent are rare in today's world, let alone more than a thousand years ago. Without the restraint of his parents, Su Xiaoxiao, who has a free and easy temperament, soon became the object of competition among Jiangnan talents.

The days passed by in a flash, and although Su Xiaoxiao was getting older, he didn't think too much about his life's events.

If I can't meet a suitable person, I won't marry. She said.

It is impossible to have a consensual person, and the army of pursuers behind her can go from Xiling to the Qiantang River. Among them, there are all kinds of talented businessmen Jia Linlin, and there are many people with good looks.

But what she wants is really just a matter of agreement.

When people's starting point is high and the capital in their hands is thicker, their horizons will naturally be different.

So, the one who hit the right fit appeared.

A person like her can be said to have everything, where would she care about what the other party has in her hands.

What she wants is the person who can walk into her heart, and what she wants is the fate of the legend.

Ask for kindness, she waited!