The clouds fell smoothly in a dense wood, and even in the middle of summer, it was still very cool.

There were no mansion compounds, no groups of servants and maids, only a few occasional cicadas chirping, accompanying them as they walked slowly.

After turning the last corner, I saw a piece of green bamboo in front of me, and several rooms were hidden in a cluster of green bamboo, like an elegant landscape painting.

The door was unlocked, and it opened with a slight push.

There was a strange smell in the air, and although there was the freshness of green bamboo, it still could not be completely concealed.

Jiang Yan hesitated in front of the door for a long time holding the wooden box, his footsteps stretched and contracted, but he didn't dare to step forward and knock on the door.

"If you don't go, if you don't go, I'll go for you. ”

Yu Jin stood aside, and seeing that he was still entangled, he raised his eyebrows slightly and stepped forward.

"No! I'll do it myself!"

Jiang Yan looked panicked, and hurriedly pulled out a hand to pull him back, "Wait, wait a little longer, I'll go!"

"No, I said what are you afraid of?" Yu Jin pressed his eyebrows helplessly, "You have lived for five hundred years, if you want to say that you are afraid, it should be that she is afraid of you, why is it the other way around." ”

"I ...... I don't know. ”

Jiang Yan's eyes lowered, and he said softly: "I'm afraid that Xianjun doesn't know me, if that's the case, what should I say." ”

"It's simple. ”

Yu Jin gently pushed him forward, pointed to the door in front of him and said, "If I know you, I can say whatever you want, if I don't know you, you can stuff this box into her arms, and then turn around and run, how about it?"

"How can this work? How can you ...... without saying anything?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the door of the bamboo house opened.

Jiang Yan turned his head to look at Yu Jin, then hurriedly ran forward, and entered the door in a flash.

But even so, he could only see a cyan shirt waving in the air, and then it was hidden in the inner room.

Yu Jin slowly stretched out his right hand, and a ball of golden spiritual power instantly surged up in his palm.

"Taiah, hexagram. His voice was extremely subtle, dissipating intermittently in the wind, "Show me what will happen to that kid." ”

Even though the Tai'a Sword had been gone from him for hundreds of years, he still couldn't control himself and called the name of the sword spirit.

The golden spiritual power gradually formed the shape of a sword, and the tail of the sword slowly twisted, revealing an extremely simple hexagram.

"All wishes come true, everything goes smoothly......"

"A lonely life. ”

Jiang Yan followed the green shirt and turned the screen, and saw that the room was covered with layers of rice paper, although there was no stroke on it, but he always felt that it should not be blank.

The pale green gauze was draped over the crimson undershirt, and the three thousand green silks were tied into a simple bun at random, and the broken hair on her forehead swayed in the air with her movements. His expression was focused and serene, and the paint-soaked brush strokes landed on the rice paper in front of him, making a subtle "rustling" sound.

It was originally what he looked like in his dream, but Jiang Yan really saw it now, but he couldn't say a word.

Ye Luwu's speed was very fast, and the paper was still blank when he entered the door, but in the moment he was stunned, a rough outline had been sketched with a few strokes.

For fear of disturbing her, Jiang Yan still stood in place with the wooden box in his hand, and he didn't even move a single step under his feet.

The scorching sunlight was blocked by the green bamboo outside the house, and when it fell through the window, it turned into a soft halo.

She stood slightly hunched over the bed, the edge of her cyan gown blurring into a misty cloud of smoke in the soft sunlight.

Although he still didn't speak, Jiang Yan put his heart at ease, as if everything was the same as before.

"Ayan, what are you doing standing there? Come over and see what fun stuff I've brought back to you. ”

The breeze with the fragrance of green bamboo came from the window, and he seemed to hear the soft voice again.

I don't know how long it took, when the eyes that fell on the table turned into a brilliant gold, Ye Luwu finally stopped writing.

Only then did Jiang Yan relax his steps and step forward, standing beside her to take a closer look at the painting that was still slightly wet.

The young man with red lips and white teeth had a slight hesitation on his face, and the wooden box he was holding in his hand was shining with a heavy luster, and he knew that it had been some years at a glance.

The person in the painting is himself.

He hurriedly turned his head, but saw the woman in front of him smiling silently, slowly rolling up the painting that had not yet completely dried, gently tying it with a ribbon on the side, and placing it on the wooden box in his hand.

Jiang Yan reacted at this time, and first stuffed the wooden box in his arms into Ye Luwu's arms, and then gently put the painting on it into his sleeve, for fear of accidentally breaking the corner.

"Sent to me?"

He nodded slowly, then lifted the lid and set it aside.

"It was the first pastry I had since I went to Shattered Moon Bay, and it tasted weird. This is the first time I can use spiritual power, I originally wanted to pick the most beautiful flower, but it was not controlled properly, and only a few petals remained. Also, I found them from the altar, and although I don't know what they were for, I saw them beautifully, so I left them behind. And these, are ......"

He looked intent, took out the strange gadgets in the box, and said to Ye Luwu with a smile.

These things are his 100 years.

By the time he had finished speaking, the red sun had already set behind the mountains where it was, and the room was so dark that it had not yet had time to light the lamp.

"Am I talking too much?"

Jiang Yan lowered his head slightly, his fingers moving a little uneasily.

"No," Ye Luwu chuckled, setting the wooden box aside and holding both of his hands in the palm of his hand, "I want to thank you." ”

She pulled Jiang Yan out of the house slowly, and then walked to the side under the eaves of the porch and brought out a crockpot the size of her palm.

"Take it. ”

There were not too many words, just two short words.

Jiang Yan took the crockpot with a puzzled expression, and before he could speak, he heard Yu Jin on the side say, "Jiang Yan, it's time to go." ”

It's too quiet, there's no popular place, and there's not too much Lingqi. Staying here for a few more moments, the spiritual power in his body will continue to drain.

Ye Luwu was still standing on the eaves of the porch, looking at him with a smile.

Yu Jin straightened up from the porch he had been leaning on, glanced at her slightly, and then took Jiang Yan's arm and walked out.

The moment he walked out of the courtyard, Jiang Yan suddenly put the clay pot in Yu Jin's hand, and then turned around and ran back.

A fourteen-year-old boy who had lived for 500 years threw himself into Ye Luwu's arms with the warmth of a summer evening. The two arms hugged the woman's soft body tightly, as if she had exhausted all the strength of her life.

He didn't say anything.

Half an hour later, still as he had come, he turned around and ran out of the hospital quickly.

Ye Luwu watched his no longer thin figure disappear behind a dark green bamboo, silently hooked the corners of his lips, then turned around and walked back to the house, and closed the door.

"Why did you come out so quickly this time," Yu Jin handed the clay pot to him and gently touched his head, "I thought you were reluctant to follow me." ”

Jiang Yan shook his head and walked forward with the crockpot in his hand.

"I'll come back when it sprouts. ”

Yu Jin shook his head, chuckled, and left the bamboo forest after him.

"Your wish has been granted, and there is no need to worry about him anymore. ”

His voice was extremely subtle, and if he didn't pay attention to it, it dissipated into the midsummer breeze.

That crockpot has been with Jiang Yan for more than 200 years.

Until the end, he didn't open the crockpot that had never sprouted to see if there were any seeds in it.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

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