Miyin put the flower aside in her hand.

Then. Mi Yin hung her head slightly. Didn't speak again.

It was Muqing who broke the silence: "These days, why haven't you come to the villa." Is it because I said something wrong? ”

Miyin shook her head.

The sun was shining from behind her.

Shadows, on the ground in the pavilion, are blurry.

"Is there anything important about your injury?" The sound changes the subject.

"It's okay, it's all right." The voice of admiration is still soft, just like the sunshine today.

"Yi Feng, I really want to talk to you." Mu Qing continued: "I see that you are fine, why don't you go back with me." ”

"Another day." Mi Yin looked at the shadow on the ground and said, "I'll go another day." ”

Mu Qing was silent.

The sun shines quietly on the two men and women who have their own hearts.

There seems to be a layer of ice between them.

"Why aren't you happy?" Mu Qing suddenly asked.

"How do you know I'm unhappy?" Miyin smiled.

But it wasn't until she laughed that she realized that she wasn't even in the mood to lift the corners of her mouth.

"Because, you have never had a real smile on your face." Mu Qing replied.

His voice was also as ethereal as a cloud.

"Do you think," Mi Yin suddenly sneered: "Is it necessary to be happy for a daughter who has lost a country?" Do you think it's necessary for a woman who has nothing left to be happy? Do you think it is necessary for a person who has experienced countless bloodshed and even killed people to be happy? ”

The tone of the sound of the voice, in the end, unconsciously raised.

She's not targeting affection.

Just, for their own feelings.

After finishing speaking, she realized how acrimonious her tone was just now.

Her teeth bitten her lip.

Because of what I just did.

She thought that after hearing such an unceremonious answer, Muqing should leave the ground.

That's fine...... That's fine.

But no, after Hui Feng, Muqing's voice was still the same warm and soft: "There is a must." ”

He said: "It is necessary, because at least you are alive, at least you can smell the fragrance of flowers, you can hear the chirping of birds, you can feel the nourishment of rain and dew, and you can have an endless future...... So, you have the qualifications to be happy, and you also have the need to be happy. ”

Is it?

Miyin asked herself.

Is that so?

In her hand, she picked up the flower again.

The tentacles are tender.

"I'm a doctor, and I come into contact with a lot of patients from time to time. Many of them have a bright future, but their lives do not allow them to have those futures. So, I think life is the most precious. If we are alive, then we must live well and try to live. The voice of admiration fluttered lightly in this mountain forest.

Mi Yin listened quietly.

Something seemed to be slowly cracking open in her heart.

It doesn't hurt.

Just a slight throbbing. Miyin still hung her head, but she knew that Muqing was by her side.

He never left.

In Miyin's hand is the wild chrysanthemum.

It's not delicate, and the color isn't plain.

However, it has a high vitality.

In the sun, bloom the petals warmly.

The sound spun it slowly.

The flowers are round and become round yellow.

In the midst of that whirlpool, Mi Yin whispered, "Would you like to hear my story?" …… Do you want to hear it? ”

The sky turned from azure to dusk.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be burning.

The red clouds, bordered with gold.

And in the splendid gorgeousness, with a kind of quiet melancholy.

Mi Yin told all his stories and all the things that happened to him.

Those sorrows.

Those humiliations.

Those massacres.

Those blood.

One by one, one by one, all of them were told to Mu Qing.

She didn't know why she did it.

However, in front of Muqing, she unconsciously relaxed her body.

She will have a desire to let go.

Muqing has such magic.

They sat in the pavilion for a long time.

Mi Yin was whispering, and Mu Qing was listening quietly.

The narration of the sound is intermittent.

Even occasionally it takes a pause for half an hour before it resounds.

But Muqing never urges and interjects.

He will only listen.

Listen quietly.

And.

Quietly staring at the woman in front of him.

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Miyin's heart seems to be much quieter.

Ever since, she told everything to Muqing.

Her heart was instantly quiet.

Ploppy, petals, rippling in her heart.

The sky is full of rain and quiet, quiet and pure.

Muqing didn't say anything, but his existence was good for Miyin.

Miyin felt that he understood her.

Or, at least, he could understand her.

Miyin no longer runs away from admiration.

It seemed that after saying those things, the barrier between her and him was instantly eliminated.

At least, there is much less concealment between them.

Miyin often goes to the villa. and Liu Yifeng as a companion.

Sometimes. Liu Yifeng fell asleep after drinking the medicine. Muqing will invite Miyin to the bamboo forest.

Under Yazhu. There are bluestone slabs.

Topmost. It's a chessboard.

The two often played chess under the bamboo forest.

The chess skills of the Graceful Land are only mediocre. She knows. Every time you play chess. Affection will let her.

Otherwise, with the level of the two people who are too different, a game of chess will not be played for such a long time.

Affection does not take credit.

And the sound did not show itself.

They seem to be maintaining such a balance.

It seems that they are staying together by playing chess.

However, they rarely talked. Sometimes, I don't even say a word.

When Miyin came, he only needed to nod his head, and Mu Qing set up the chessboard.

And when Miyin left, he just had to nod.

There are no superfluous words.

But Miyin felt that between herself and Muqing, there was a contract.

She loved the feeling of being with him, which made her feel like she had never been safer before

Or sometimes. She also thinks that if time, it will never stop. How nice that would be.

On this day, Mi Yin still came to Liu Yifeng's room to visit him first.

Liu Yifeng's injury has been healed.

It's just a martial arts, because of the torture at that time, most of the losses were lost.

Seeing Miyin, Liu Yifeng smiled slightly and said, "Don't look at me." Let's go straight to Muqing. ”

Mi Yin looked at the good-natured banter on his face, and his ears suddenly seemed to be burning like a small fire: "What do you mean?" I was here for you. ”

"Not necessarily." Liu Yifeng continued to smile: "How do I feel, every time you are here with me, you can't sit still?" ”

"Since you think so, then I'd better come less in the future." The sound lowered his eyes.

The tone, dyed with a faint willfulness, seems to have returned to the carefree era of the past.

However, the shallow vicissitudes in that voice could not be concealed.

Liu Yifeng's eyes dimmed. He suddenly sighed: "Misty sound." Many things have to be fought for by yourself. ”

Naturally, Miyin knew what he was talking about.

But she didn't answer.

She just grabbed the ribbon on her dress with her hand and fiddled with it quietly.

"Whispering. Your sister and I, ever since you and Lu, have often discussed your future. Liu Yifeng slowly recalled: "What we want is that we hope to be able to marry a man who has an idle position, and we don't need him to be rich and rich, and we don't need him to have power." As long as he can give you ordinary happiness, that's fine. ”

Mi Yin's hand continued to grasp the ribbon.

The ribbon, dyed with a cool and slippery color, slowly moves at the tiger's mouth.

That cool and soft arc extends all the way to the heart of Mi Yin.

"Miyin, Muqing is a good person, a good man, I think. He is the one God has given you. Liu Yifeng's voice. Echoes in the room.

"I don't think God will treat me favorably." Miyin looked at the warm sun. But a pair of eyes were cold.

"Don't think like that," Liu Yifeng comforted: "At least Miyin, you survived." ”

"But this kind of life," Mi Yin closed his eyes, "like the walking dead." ”

Liu Yifeng was silent.

The furniture in the house exudes the smell of bamboo woodland.

Here, it's all nature.

Liu Yifeng put his hand on Miyin's head.

From the palm of his hand, a certainty was conveyed.

"No, as long as you live, there is infinite hope." Liu Yifeng's voice has a kind of Zen after the dust has settled: "As long as you live, you should work hard to make yourself happy." ”

Mi Yin continued to drag the ribbon through the tiger's mouth.

That cool feeling spread in her heart like this.

"Go ahead, go find Muqing." Liu Yifeng ended the meeting between them with this sentence.

Mi Yin listened to Liu Yifeng's words and came to the bamboo forest.

Or play chess.

The afternoon sun is lazy, shining on the chessboard through the bamboo leaves, forming a dappled light and shadow.

When the hands of the two people land on the chessboard, the light and shadow will temporarily cover it.

Fair skin, warm yellow shadow.

It's a dreamlike haze.

And Mi Yin is also in a trance at the moment.

She kept thinking about Liu Yifeng's words.

A hand of chess is even more chaotic.

Mu Qing didn't make a sound to remind her.

Instead, he continued to follow her confusion.

It's quiet in the bamboo forest.

All that remains is the occasional sound of black and white pieces falling on the chessboard.

The two cups of tea on the small bamboo bench gradually lost their temperature.

But the celadon teacup still silently blooms with its elegance.

Miyin's eyes have been staring at the chessboard, but his mind has already passed through the bamboo forest and floated into the air.