Late at night, all around.

The candles burning in the room are silently hanging wax tears, illuminating a space.

On the humble bed, Kongwen sat cross-legged and meditated.

The dim light reflected obliquely on the hem of his clothes, leaving a shallow light and shadow.

Outside the window, the bright moon bends, occasionally there are awakened birds crying softly, and begonia flowers fall in the night breeze, sending a faint fragrance of flowers.

One seems to be an unopened begonia, with dewdrops on it that are clear, the wind moves, and the dew drops are low, "popping".

The flame flickered, and the flames that had run out of wax finally stopped and were extinguished on the candlestick.

Kongwen was a little tired, but despite meditating like this, he still fell asleep.

In the glass bottle on the bookcase, there is also a begonia, and a petal falls on the inkstone on the desk.

The brilliance is flashing, and the white luster is swaying, slowly becoming larger from the size of the bean. Soon, a woman without a shirt appeared next to the bookcase. And the black inkstone disappeared, leaving only a shallow begonia.

The woman's eyes were crooked like fresh willow leaves, her teeth were like rhinos, her lips were ruddy, and her green hair hung down to her knees, covering her body. Where it is not covered, the complexion is as fair as congealed cream.

The woman didn't move for a long time, she blinked, and the whole person seemed to come to life. I saw that her fingers flipped dexterously, and a light green shirt wrapped her body, and her white feet were also wrapped in a pair of silk shoes.

Her long hair was loose, cut neatly by her, and hung down to her waist.

With everything sorted out, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Start looking around.

Some simple rooms, Yuehua quietly entered, sprinkled on the monk.

At this time, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and half of the monk's body was shrouded in moonlight. Clear eyebrows, thin lips, and a tall nose cast a shadow on the lips.

The woman clicked on the table and observed the monk who was sleeping from a distance.

The woman vaguely remembered such a face, her eyebrows and eyes were like knives. It's just that the man is dashing, dressed in white, with a sword, and his eyes are as bright as stars and as bright as a flower in front of the sword soldiers.

Seem...... There is ink hair on his head, not the bald appearance in front of him.

The woman lifted one foot and stepped on the bed, leaning in to take a closer look. Although, now the appearance is still picturesque, the temperament is dusty, and the appearance of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Although, she doesn't know how she can see how a person with closed eyes has a temperament.

After watching for a long time, the woman tilted her head, feeling a little tired, so she simply climbed into bed and lay her back to her side next to the monk.

Before going to bed, the woman tilted her head to look at the monk, only to feel that the man's eyes were closed and he looked a little serious.

On the second day, when Kongwen woke up, it was exactly the same time.

Because I forgot to close the window last night, some cold wind blew in in the early spring, bringing a burst of coolness. Although the internal force protects the body, Kongwen still feels a chill coming.

Getting out of bed, I came to the window. Looking up at the window, I saw a tree of begonia flowers blooming outside the window, blooming, tender green, delicate red petals are particularly bright because of the dew.

Kongwen stretched out his hand, caught a fluttering begonia petal, twisted it between his fingers and sniffed it, the elegant fragrance.

So, what caught the woman's eyes was the appearance of a monk with his head bowed and sniffing the petals of the begonia.

The monk's long eyelashes are covered like a cute little fan, and his clear face is becoming more and more unapproachable in the morning light.

As if sensing something, the monk opened his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, probably just awakened, and there was a trace of dazedness, but he was carefully hidden by the master.

With a woman's eyesight, naturally she didn't miss it. However, while she secretly admired "so cute" in her heart, her face was very normal.

"Awake?"

“……”

The woman looked at the monk and lifted the lunch box she was carrying.

"Let's wash and eat!"

"You ......" was about to say something, and the woman had already flashed into the house, so she had to go and wash.

On the other side, the woman had already placed the food neatly on the table, and the chopsticks were arranged.

She believed that the monk would be able to finish washing up quickly, and sure enough, just after a while, the monk came out.

The woman watched the monk come out in a plain robe, and her tall body cast a shadow. secretly complained in his heart: This person is really tall.

It's just that he reacted very quickly, and when the monk came out, he spoke, "What are you doing standing?" Come and eat. It's cold for a while, it's all vegetarian dishes, I'm really wronged by myself, I like meat the most. ”

Kong Wen sat at the table, looking helplessly at the woman's energetic chatter.

He thought about it for a moment, making sure he hadn't seen this woman before. It's just that, looking at this woman's familiar appearance with the house, could it be the former owner of this house?

The woman naturally didn't know what was going on in his mind, but she was just curious, she slept for a while last night, and was woken up by the roast duck in the dream. I searched around several rooms, but found nothing.

I went to the market early in the morning and ate a few xiaolongbao and a roast duck first, feeling very satisfied. Later, I thought of the monk and slept on this person's bed, and I should repay it, which is the next scene.

Kongwen chewed the food in his mouth carefully, watched the woman drink porridge in small sips opposite, and secretly thought to himself, when he was done eating, he would ask about this person's name and the origin of this house.

The woman quickly finished the porridge in the bowl, wiped her mouth, and walked a few steps to the door.

Kongwen couldn't stop it, only to see the woman disappear from sight, and pop her head out of the door again. Before he could put down the breath he had raised, he heard the woman say.

"Monk, your begonias are very beautiful, I like them very much, next time I come, please prepare a pot of dragon wells and wait for me."

After saying that, the woman disappeared.

Sora chewed the food, lost his voice for a while, and felt that the food in his mouth was dry and tasteless.

Two flowers bloom.

Here, the woman was happily wandering around the streets, feeling very curious about everything.

For a while, I touched the jade bracelet with a better head of the water, and for a while I twisted and twisted the tassels that were delicately embroidered, and in a blink of an eye, I saw some cute little sugar people, and I looked at it for a while, and left the old man at the moment before his heart softened; When I walked to the bookstore, my eyes were glued to a row of notebooks on the shelves, and I rolled my eyes and walked away......

After a turn, the woman was a little tired and walked up to the nearby stone bridge to rest.

The water under the bridge is murmuring, turquoise and clear. The two banks of the river are lined with green willows, and they are swaying in the wind.

The woman looked at the green willow and couldn't help but think that this willow tree was so lovely and beautiful, like a beautiful woman in the wind. I also want to be such a beautiful and lovely person, it just so happens that I don't have a name, so it's better to call myself "Liu Liu".

Thinking like this, the woman read in a shallow voice in her mouth, tasting it repeatedly, "Willow, willow ......"

Reading the back, the woman looked at the smoke-like willow tree with some obsession, secretly admiring herself, and actually came up with such a beautiful name.

From now on, I will be a willow.