Next to the small shop on the side of the road, the three of them sat around the table, and Anchen lowered his head and arranged his unkempt hair. He still has that vicious Rakshasa mask on his face.

"It hurts." An Chen said blankly rubbing his reddened forehead.

Zelas's index finger tapped on the table and said sullenly to the boss, "Two pastries, a cup of tea, thank you." ”

"Okay, please wait."

Many diners are willing to sit here for a simple but delicious dinner, and there will be a light party after a while, which will be a good choice to eat and watch.

Anchen simply tied her hair in a ponytail, but her hair still looked a little disheveled, she was not very good at tidying up her long hair, and sometimes she even considered cutting it shorter to be more convenient.

Ash, who was sitting on the side, stretched out his hand and put it on Anchen's head: "I'll help you." ”

"Well, thank you."

Untied the headband, the black hair scattered, Ash carefully coiled Anchen's hair to the back of his head, and re-groomed the hair. The silky black hair reflected the glimmer of light on the brightly lit streets.

Ash's hand paused, and he set Anchen's headband aside and untied his own headband from behind. The black ribbon is embroidered with pale gold textures, tied to Anchen's black hair, which looks good.

Delicately tied a knot, Ash pulled Anchen's hair behind her back, different from the neat ponytail on weekdays, but with a special feeling.

The lights were slightly red, and Ash looked at Anchen under the light, in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Anchen looked at Ash who was distracted and asked suspiciously.

"Ah, nothing." Ash came back to his senses and smiled, "It's beautiful." ”

"Guest, your stuff." The boss held the tray and placed two pastries and a pot of tea on the table.

The style of the pastry is very special, especially a bowl of clear soup powder accompanied by a few pieces of white pastry cake, which looks very good. Zelas still didn't want to eat anything, and took a sip of the steaming tea, he didn't really like the damp weather, which made him feel moldy.

There was a sound of playing in the crowd, as well as the melodious humming of the poet, and the weather was cool and comfortable in the light rain.

Anchen picked up a pastry and took a bite, bringing these cool sweetness to melt in his mouth at once, with a light thirst-quenching clear soup powder, it has a unique flavor. It's a very special pastry, but the sweet taste of the desert is loved.

After eating the pastry, Zelas was still slowly drinking his tea, he wanted to rest here for a while, so that Anchen and Ash could go shopping on their own.

The drizzle made everyone's clothes a little wet, and Zelas's tea also cooled quickly, drinking the tea that cooled down, looking up at the low clouds in the sky, Zelas smiled lightly, this kind of festival, he really hasn't participated in it for a long time.

If there is any representative plant in the desert, it is mangroves. Few plants survive in this harsh environment, but mangroves do have a few plants that don't die.

It has a large root system that allows it to go deep underground to absorb water buried in the sand, keeping it alive. At the same time, it is also beautiful, with burgundy lush foliage, and the wind blows, and countless autumn leaves fall, forming a scenery of its own.

It also has this special meaning, that is, the tree of lovers, from a very early age, there will be lovers will hang a wooden plaque with the names of the two people on the mangrove tree to pray for blessings, becoming a kind of beautiful sustenance.

The rain hit Anchen's shoulders, and a red leaf flew past her, and then in the distance, she saw a tall tree erected on the other side of the street, under the tree, several pairs of men and women were snuggling together, hanging pieces of wooden signs tied with red threads on the tree. The branches of the trees swayed in the wind, the red leaves were wet and fell to the ground in the rain, and countless red leaves fluttered and fell in the breeze and drizzle, paving half of the streets.

"Miss, do you want to tie a century-old card?" Under the mangrove tree, an old man with a cane in his hand stood there.

Centennial card? Anchen gently moved the Rakshasa mask to the side of his head and tilted his head.

The mangrove tree is not very tall, but the branches are thick, and the branches and leaves are unusually dense and wide, covering almost dozens of meters, looking up like a red sea, the wind blows, the branches and leaves roll, like the waves surging. There are several lanterns on the branches, and the orange-red light passes through the night, and is divided into patches of light, which is beautiful.

"That's the mangrove, the tree of love." Ash's voice sounded behind Anchen. She stood behind Anchen and looked up at the top of the tree together, in the light and shadow, the sea of red leaves made people indulge: "According to legend, every mangrove tree can live for exactly a hundred years, so lovers write their names on wooden plaques made of mangroves and hang them on the trees to pray for a hundred years of love." ”

"A hundred years?" An Chen didn't understand a little, she didn't have much concept of this time, and she had the impression that as a rune body, whether it was a hundred years or a few hundred years, there would be no change: "Is a hundred years a long time?" ”

Ash nodded, "For a long time." ”

Anchen looked at the mangrove tree for a long time, and looked at the old man next to the tree, who was holding a lot of century-old cards in his hand, which were made of reddish-brown wood and tied with a bright red rope. Anchen thought for a while: "Is a rope okay?" ”

The old man was stunned, then smiled, these century-old cards were originally free of charge, and nodded: "No problem." As he spoke, he untied the rope from a sign: "Give." ”

Anchen held the rope in his hand, and the red rope was made of many fine silk threads tied together, which was very strong.

"Rustle."

In Ash's eyes, the leaves swayed, the red leaves with the sound of rubbing, and in the red leaves and drizzle, the light illuminated the face of the black-haired girl wearing a rakshasa mask on the side of the tree. The half-ringing girl turned her head, and the side face was as beautiful as a picture.

She looked at herself seriously: "Ash, husband and wife are relatives who will always be together, right?" ”

"Yes... What's wrong? ”

Anchen walked up to Ash, lowered his head and tied the end of the red thread in his hand to Ash's little finger: "That's okay, it's not a hundred years, it's forever together, you can't run away." ”

Waking up from a hollow, she has no memory, and she treats every feeling around her carefully, cherishing it so much that she dare not touch it. She doesn't know much about this, but she knows one thing that those who are good to her should also be good to her.

Ash froze in place, watching Anchen tie the rope to her hand, but her hand trembled slightly. She opened her mouth for a long time, but closed it helplessly. In the end, he just said softly, "Well, I won't run away..."

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the warm colors of light and shadow make everything look soft, and the beauty is like a dream.

Anchen tied the rope, but he didn't feel the trembling on the other end of the rope.

"Anchen, it's rare to see you laugh."

Anchen didn't look up at Ash, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth: "Well, I'm very happy, I have two relatives now." ”

Under the mangroves, leaves fly by in the light, and countless wooden signs with red ropes sway in the breeze on the branches.

Or rather, this is just a fragile dream.

Dreams often wake up when they least want to wake up. And when you wake up, you will find that everything in the dream is just a dream after all. And what is false will not become true after all.