The moon in the sky, the stars in the night sky, the floating clouds floating around the stars, the wind shuttling in the floating clouds, the weak and stubborn cicadas in the small forests of the alleys...

Han Chuan's ears were "buzzing", she had lived two lifetimes, and she had never found that the moonlit night in midsummer and early autumn was so noisy.

When all the speculation, tossing and turning, and ignorance sprouted, they all melted into these four words.

Han Chuan was a little stunned.

Looking at Xu Yi's face, it was a little strange and familiar.

Once upon a time, she was also on a moonlit night, with the faint light of the oil lamp, carefully and carefully climbing over Xu Yi's eyes, nose, and mouth inch by inch...

In the dream, she was very awake, very awake to know that this man did not belong to her, even if he died a hundred years later, the person buried with him would not be her.

Because she was sober, she never moved.

In other words, he has never let his heart move.

Han Chuan didn't speak.

Xu Yi looked at Han Chuan, his voice was soft but firm, "I like you." I want to be with you, and I want you to stand by my side with dignity and righteousness. I know it's going to be hard, but. ”

Xu Yi's hand tightened.

Han Chuan felt the weight of his shoulders.

Xu Yi was almost a word for words, and his eyes were pious and serious, like a prayer, like an oath, "But, please believe me, no matter how many difficulties there are, I will definitely marry you." ”

Marry...

It is the word "marry".

It's not a take, it's not a receipt...

It's the Ming media who is marrying...

Han Chuan's eyes looked at Xu Yi, which was very complicated but very bright, and he couldn't spit out a word when he opened his mouth to say something.

Like the persimmon tree standing in place, she took root under her feet and stood firmly in place, and her ability to speak and think was fixed in place.

She didn't speak.

Xu Yi's back and palms were sweating, and he looked at Han Chuan with a dry mouth, and he didn't dare to speak.

Xu Yi was waiting for an answer.

But he suddenly found that he hadn't asked Han Chuan if he was willing.

In case Han Chuan doesn't like him at all!

I don't have a good impression of him at all!

And what he just said... Isn't it wishful thinking and self-moving...

And let it must make Han Chuan feel inexplicable.

This realization made Xu Yi's face turn red suddenly.

Xu Yi's hand loosened, and when he saw Han Chuan's eyes, he avoided and dodged a little more, and opened his mouth with difficulty, "... You... If... Don't want to say yes... Just don't answer... I... I'll count three... If you count to one and you still don't respond... As if I hadn't said it today, you hadn't heard it. ”

Xu Yi blinked.

He has been alive for more than ten years in this life, and he has never been so longing, longing for Han Chuan to nod, eager for Han Chuan to respond, eager for Han Chuan... I can love him too...

The taste of craving is not pleasant.

Therefore, he desperately wanted a result.

Xu Yi said softly, "Three..."

The night was already deep.

Xu Yi's voice was very soft, but in Han Chuan's opinion, it was like thunder.

"Two..."

Xu Yan's hand on Han Chuan's shoulder was released little by little.

He had never been so flustered.

The "one" in the mouth can't be spoken.

Xu's heart is like a stone sinking to the bottom of the sea.

"One..."

Han Chuan lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not react.

Xu Yi pulled the corners of his mouth and wanted to smile, but he couldn't laugh anyway when he bent halfway.

Okay.

All the struggles, all the tossing and turning are just him, he persuaded himself, tolerated himself, and reached a reconciliation and decision with himself when Han Chuan was not aware of it.

But I didn't care about the mood of the person in the story.

Xu Yan held the hand on Han Chuan's shoulder and lowered it low.

Very frustrated.

Really frustrating.

Xu Yi sighed invisibly, nodded lightly to show that he understood, and did not turn around and leave.

The road that the young man walked, and the wind brought up, made the lanterns hanging high in the cloister sway, and the warm light also cast shadows on the walls and bluestone slabs with the swaying amplitude of the lanterns.

"Xu."

Han Chuan's voice was crisp and gentle, and the little girl smiled, "Are you hungry?" It occurred to me that there was a soaked almond and dried lily in the stove house, and if you are hungry, wait for me, and I will make you almond syrup to drink. ”

Xu Yi's eyes suddenly lit up.

Han Chuan lowered his head and turned around and went to the stove house.

Xu Yi hurriedly chased after him, pursed his lips tightly, and wanted to ask, but he listened to the wind and groaned, and saw that Han Chuan rolled up the cuffs and crushed the soaked almonds, and used a small stone mill to grind the chopped almonds, cooked sesame, olive kernels, rice, etc. together into slurry, and then strainer with fine sand gauze.

The order is very tedious, and it is also all hard work.

Xu Yi stretched out his hand to help, but was stopped by Han Chuan, "Your hands are of great use, and they shouldn't be wasted on these things." ”

Xu Yi stood aside and watched Han Chuan do this operation smoothly.

He had a strange feeling.

Han Chuan, who entered the stove house, was obviously much calmer, and with the regular movements of the little stone mill, the little girl's breathing and expression calmed down.

The ground slurry is put into the pot with Chuan, added to the sugar and boiled over low heat, stirring with a spoon while cooking, do not make the bottom of the pot boil, or form a clump, and after a while, the pot will become a thin paste-like ingredient.

Xu Yi quietly watched Han Chuan's extremely beautiful and rhythmic operation, every movement was in the chest, and every change in the ingredients was strategized.

Hanchuan, which makes food, is like glowing.

How nice it would be if Han Chuan, who was shining like this, could choose to be with him.

This thought lingered in Xu Yi's heart.

A pot of almond syrup is ready to boil.

Han Chuan took a cup painted with apricot blossoms and put it in place, turned around and put a plate of light-tasting milk skin rolls on the counter of the stove house, put it in front of Xu Yi, and said softly, "You can eat and see." ”

Xu Yi picked up a milk skin roll and put it in his mouth, the taste was light, only a faint milk fragrance, and then drank a sip of warm almond milk.

A thick smell of almonds rushes up to the nostrils.

Han Chuan's voice sounded appropriately, "A bowl of qualified almond juice needs to be composed of two kinds of almonds, north and south, and the south almond only has an apricot flavor and is not fresh enough, so use olive kernels, northern apricots and sesame seeds to make up for its shortcomings." In this way, it will have a strong and mellow taste. ”

Xu Yi nodded.

Han Chuan raised his head lightly and said softly, "In my opinion, marriage union is like this bowl of almond syrup, all the ingredients are difficult to separate after years of tempering. ”

This also means that once chosen, it is inseparable.

Xu Yi nodded.

He understands.

He understands this.

Han Chuan said again, "Nanxing needs Beixing to be fragrant and fresh, and choosing me means that there is no help from my mother's family, no background forces, no background power, and you can't get the help your brother can get..."

Xu frowned.

Who does Han Chuan think of him?

Do you need to rely on the power of your wife's mother's family to help you get to the top?

Then can he dislike that the concubine's mother's family has no Qu family and the Gong family has power?

"I know." Xu Yan's voice was very deep, "Although there are men who rely on the Yue family, they are never looked up to. ”

Han Chuan was silent for a long time, and after a while, he gently lifted the cup of almond dew and took a sip, put the cup down, raised his head, looked at Xu Yi's eyes, bent his eyebrows, and revealed a light and lovely pear vortex.

"Xu, I'm not going to see each other and discuss marriage, and I won't agree to Mr. Wei." Han Chuan's voice was shallow, "I will eat a lot, but I have never made it for you." ”