Xishan, from a distance, is a bare stone mountain.

No jungle and no floral scent.

It is not as magnificent and beautiful as other peaks of the Han Empire, but it does not affect its charm.

On the mountainside of Xishan, there is a flat with a radius of tens of meters, and this place is like a mouth on the top of Xishan, forming a platform-like cliff.

The cliffs are not straight and steep, and are slightly sloping.

Beneath the cliffs are boulders of varying shapes, which have been rounded by the waves and no longer angular.

If you sit on the edge of the cliff, you will see the blue sky on the sea and the merchant ships sailing far away, and you will hear the birds singing among the clouds and the splashing of the waves on the shore.

The spring breeze is blowing, the warm sun is shining on your body, and when you close your eyes, the world seems to be still in front of you.

The most enjoyable thing is incomparable.

Therefore, it is best to come to this cliff in spring.

And now Xishan Port is trying to catch the tail of spring and caress it gently.

It's a pity that the people of Xishan Port have no chance to meet this kind of scenery and artistic conception.

As soon as the queen mother ordered someone to build the Bairuo Temple annex, it is above the cliff of this mouth, the top of the tin mountain. The average person can't get there at all.

Second, they feel that instead of looking at a stone mountain, it is far better to sit in the restaurant and listen to books, or chat about various important and interesting things.

Just like today, they seem to be talking about Sisi, and they seem to be saying that so-and-so teenager went to the mountains again.

Perhaps......

The masses of Xishan Port will add some color to their originally ordinary life.

It's not like the world on the tin mountain, except for blue, it's white, and it's blue and white.

There, even if it's spring, they won't know what spring tastes like.

And Xishan, as if they don't need to know.

Because the wind in the mountains knows, the clouds outside the mountains know, the birds on the mountains know, the grass in the rocky walls of the mountains know, and .......

A young man on the edge of a cliff...... Know.

The stone monument behind the boy ...... Also know.

The young man was dressed in white, and the sea breeze was blowing.

From a distance, it is a white cloud.

It's just that the white clouds look a little listless and a little lonely.

The boy's legs were already hanging from the edge of the cliff, and the fingers of his hands were crossed, stacked between his legs.

His waist was slightly bent, his hair was curled up towards the clouds in the sky, and his eyes were fixed on the rocks at the bottom of the cliff.

The waves are wetting their bodies.

Over and over again......

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"Young master, it's windy, let's go back, don't catch a cold then"

"Young master, look, those two ships collided together, those boatmen are really stupid. Hahaha... , look, young master"

"Young master, I heard that today, Sister Xiang'er quarreled with the guards from Kyoto in the garden, don't you want to know why, young master?"

"Young master, you often say that it is best to fly a kite here, what is a kite, you are not allowed to run this time, you have to tell me...... Also, you promised to make a kite to fly with me, and you lied to me again."

"Young master, may I ask you a question? Those sea-view houses and kites you mentioned, and what other wolf warriors, where did you hear about them?

We haven't heard of a wolf called Wolf Warrior in the Han Empire, so you won't sneak into the restaurant to listen to what those shipowners and merchants say..... Heck, that's not going to work, those boat merchants always say some vulgar things. Young master, you can't go there....."

"Young master, you are bullying me in front of grandma again....."

"Young master, you have disappointed me too much, I am a slave, how can I be worthy of you dying for me..."

The young man in white had a bent waist and a lower head.

So low that you can't see the stone cliff below your head, droplets of water are falling.

The droplets dried up all at once, turned into water stains, and slowly disappeared. Soon new droplets fell......

At this moment, the taste of the sea breeze seems to become saltier.

Seagulls hovering above the sea, waving their wings.

As if to say, don't look at me, don't look at me, it's not raining here.

The boy stretched out a hand, wiped his face, took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh.

You can still hear him shrug.

The young man in white raised his head slightly, his eyes closed.

The wind passed over his face, and the waving strands of hair seemed to be pulled over and over again.

The long eyelashes also flutter from time to time.

The gentle sunlight also fell on the boy's body, making the wind seem to be warmer.

The sun didn't go very fast, and it seemed that there was still a place to warm up.

It was the boy's chest.

This young man is naturally Fan Jian, the white-clothed young master of the Fan family's villa.

The stele is naturally not an ordinary stele, it is a stele with Sisi's name written on it.

Sisi still has the word "my sister" in front of him.

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After the old lady fainted that day, Fan Jian seemed to wake up.

Silently went to the kitchen and asked for a bowl of white porridge.

Although no one came to taste the bowl of white porridge for the first time, he ate it quickly.

Then he went to the old lady and bowed carefully to the doctor who had already seen the old lady.

After the doctor was gone, he sat down alone next to the old lady until she woke up.

The old lady who woke up naturally couldn't help but sigh at Fan Jian.

Fan Jian's mood was still very low, but he was also comforting the old lady, so that the old lady did not have to worry, she just needed some time, and she would slowly get better.

After that, Fan Jian often went to the cliff alone.

When the old lady learned about it, she didn't say much, and the worry in her eyes was naturally seen by everyone.

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The young man's eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened.

The sea beyond the cliff is still blue and deep. The waves have not stopped, and the wind has been blowing.

The sun is still shining on this mountain, on the young man's body, and on the stone tablet.

It's just that those merchant ships, in the field of vision of teenagers, in the sun, are getting smaller and smaller.

If you look closely, you will see that next to the stone tablet engraved with the word Sisi, there is a small weeping willow tree.

Let the stele no longer seem so lonely.

It was transplanted by Fan Jian yesterday.

Maybe this time next year.

This cliff will no longer have only the blue sky on the sea, the birdsong among the clouds, and the boy in white.

At that time, there will be fine willows blown by the spring breeze, swaying light and shadow.

If you're lucky, there's probably a little bit of rain too.

Only the boy knew that watching the rain under the eaves was the most peaceful and serious time for the girl.

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The wind is gentle, and the rain is gradual.

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