Feng Yan propped up the edge of the bed with both hands, her feet gently dangling in the air and dangling in a circle, with a slight smile on her face.

"Can't I watch it," Feng Yan asked, raising her head. Wei Xingzhen saw that Feng Yan was about to start raising the bar with him again, so she turned around and continued to write.

"You can see," he snorted,

"Ah Yan can look at it however she wants." After a while, Feng Yan suddenly patted the bed.

"Wei Xingzhen, come here." Wei Xingzhen was stunned for a moment. Every time Feng Yan called his full name, he felt a chuckle in his heart.

But when he turned around, Feng Yan was clearly smiling at him again.

"What are you doing?"

"Come here." Feng Yan patted the edge of the bed a few more times,

"Sit here." Wei Xingzhen got up without knowing and sat down beside Feng Yan. The two of them sat without speaking, but after a while their faces turned red.

Wei Xingzhen looked away,

"Ah Yan called me over, what the hell are you going to do?"

"I have something I want to discuss with you." Feng Yan whispered in a slight voice that only the two of them could hear,

"Let's pick a day and visit the church again, as long as there are two of us, it's enough." Wei Xingzhen immediately looked sideways at her, and then her gaze was like a swallow dotting water, and quickly flew away.

"Okay." As before, he still gave a brief and affirmative reply to Feng Yan's various requests.

Feng Yan stood up and said that she was going to the second floor to change her clothes, and Wei Xingzhen nodded a little unconsciously. It wasn't until Feng Yan's footsteps went up little by little that he slowly came back to his senses.

Wei Xingzhen bent down slightly, holding the lower half of her somewhat hot face with one hand. Feng Yan wants to visit him again, what does it mean I probably want to say that I feel that the previous time to replace wine with tea is not enough, so I have to do it again.

But the meaning of the worship hall is what he thinks, Mei Twelve's carriage has stopped at the east gate of Feng Mansion early in the morning, and the morning rain is dripping, Feng Yuandao holds an umbrella and strolls with him in Feng Mansion, and introduces the layout of his courtyard to Mei Twelve quite complacently.

Within the Feng Mansion, move to change the scene. The cool autumn rain at this moment is reminiscent of the cold spring season, because there are many evergreen plants planted in the courtyard, and sometimes it really makes people feel a little surprised about the current season.

As she passed the path in front of Feng Yuanyuan's gate, Mei Twelve cast a glance at the two-story building. In the autumn rain, the door of the small building was closed, and not even the windows on the second floor were opened.

"Mr. Mei, go this way." Feng Yuandao led the way in front and led Mei Twelve towards the West Garden of Feng Mansion.

Mei Twelve hurriedly followed. Near noon, Wei Xingzhen and Feng Yan went out with umbrellas, carrying bamboo baskets and a clean square handkerchief in their hands, carefully avoiding the stagnant water on the ground.

Autumn is the time to eat oranges, put oranges in a jar full of pine needles, you can keep the moisture of the pulp, and you can also use mung beans Wei Xingzhen said so.

But Feng Yan will be skeptical. After some discussion, the two finally decided to go to the pine and cypress garden in the West Garden to cut some pine needles and come back, and try the effect of pine needles to store oranges for themselves.

The pine needles in the rain were hanging with crystal water droplets, and Feng Yan cut them short one by one and put them into the bamboo basket carried by Wei Xingzhen on the side.

When the pine needles in the basket were almost piled up into a small slope, Feng Yan estimated that it was enough, and put the scissors into the basket.

Originally, it was time to go home, but the scenery of the drizzle in the garden was really gentle and moving, and Feng and Wei didn't want to go back, so they sat together in a pavilion that was not wet by the rain to enjoy the scenery.

However, as soon as she didn't move, Feng Yan found that she was wearing less clothes again.

"Why don't I go and help you get the short jacket that Gorou sent yesterday," Wei Xingzhen asked softly.

"What's the need to wear that," Feng Yan hurriedly shook her head,

"Just get me an autumn cloak to keep out the wind." Wei Xingzhen held up an umbrella and walked into the rain, Feng Yan looked at his back, and unconsciously began to smile.

His figure quickly disappeared around the corner, and for a moment there was only the sound of dripping rain between heaven and earth. Feng Yan got up from the stone bench, slowly walked to the edge of the pavilion, and reached out to catch the rain dripping from the corner of the eaves, the rain fell on the back of her hand, and then fell to the ground along her fingertips, falling into a dull water trail.

After a long time, Feng Yan heard footsteps coming from the winding corridor behind her, it was not Wei Xingzhen, and she didn't bother to look back.

"Childe," a familiar voice came. Feng Yan raised her eyes at this time, and saw Mei Twelve standing alone at the end of the corridor with an umbrella not far away.

"Mr. May." Feng Yan stood up and bowed slightly to Mei Twelve who was not far away,

"It's been a few days." Mei Twelve looked at Feng Yan in front of her, and always felt that she seemed to be extremely lively and fresh today, as if the whole person was immersed in some kind of glowing joy, and even the eyes looking at her at this moment looked a little more smiling than a few days ago.

Mei Twelve's eyes drooped. It seems that when it is always raining, I meet Feng Yan.

"Why are you here alone," Feng Yan and Mei Twelve asked at the same time, and then laughed at the same time.

"I'm lost." Mei Twelve approached and replied,

"Originally, I told Uncle Feng that I would walk around the garden, but as I walked, I walked back again." Feng Yanwan, she stood at the corner of the pavilion and looked at the rain curtain in front of her,

"The road here in West Park is more complicated, and I missed a few times when I first moved here." Mei Twelve stopped beside Feng Yan.

"Childe is waiting for someone again"

"Hmm." Feng Yan glanced at Mei Twelve's hand holding the umbrella and said with a smile,

"Mr. Mei shouldn't have brought Tang Yuan today."

"yes, not today."

"Did Mr. Mei throw away Tang Yuan last time?" asked Feng Yan softly. Mei Twelve was stunned, as if she was surprised why Feng Yan asked like this.

"I also heard yesterday that Mr. Mei doesn't like others to touch your things, and if you touch them, you have to throw them away." Feng Yan said with a smile,

"Then I should compensate you for another soup."

"Okay." Mei Twelve also looked at the rain curtain in front of him and laughed in a low voice,

"Anyway, I don't have too much soup."

"Can I take the liberty of asking why," Feng Yan said softly. Mei Twelve retracted her gaze and looked at Feng Yan,

"Childe wants to ask me why I don't like people touching my things."

"Hmm." Mei Twelve smiled,

"Because I'm particularly sensitive to the marks left by other people."

"Traces" Feng Yan was surprised for a while,

"Even if it's just a touch like flipping a book, can Mr. Mei feel the traces?"

"yes." Mei XII replied softly,

"Everything in the world will leave traces of them, it may be a talent, or it may be a curse."

"And the gloves you are wearing, too"

"Sort of." Mei Twelve looked at Feng Yan,

"But I don't really like dust."