Suddenly, the door of the warm pavilion opened from the inside, and a man in a riding uniform walked out, and when he saw the woman at the door, he was stunned: "You? ”

Cheng Yingyu nodded, also a little embarrassed: "Su Qian, I'...... I'm here to get the decanting soup, so let's go...... I'm not here for anyone! ”

After that, Cheng Yingyu turned around and left, the water washed the Dragon King Temple, how did she just bump into Su Qian, but unfortunately there was no crack on the ground, so she came to hide her hot face.

However, after a moment's contemplation, a chuckle came from behind him: "You...... The head of the house has never been able to drink too much, you know, so come with me on purpose. How can you get to the door and turn back? This is not the style of my Su family. ”

The last sentence made Cheng Ying slightly startled, and wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by Su Qian, who frowned helplessly and lovingly, as if looking at a little girl: "It's been seven years...... Don't want to go in? ”

After a pause, Su Qian took out the dagger in his arms, and the cold light exploded at the bottom of his eyes: "He's inside...... Don't worry, with me guarding this door, before you come out, even the king of heaven and Lao Tzu will not be able to enter today. ”

Cheng Ying's heart thumped, and his chest hurt.

"I, what can I do! You say that, I'm here to get the decanting soup, and no one wants to see it! Cheng Ying was very aggrieved and argued stiffly.

Even Su Qian, a bystander, can see clearly why he left seven years ago and had no news, and now he returns in a dream, but he doesn't recognize her.

Su Qian sighed silently: "He has never avoided you, he has avoided ...... It's your own heart. ”

Cheng Ying's heart thumped again, and she almost jumped out.

She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door of the warm pavilion, Su Qian unsheathed the dagger behind her, and guarded the closed temple door, so a beautiful night came in an instant.

It was quiet, or too quiet.

The heavy overlapping light gauze curtains, shrouded in phantom dreams, and the lights on the white jade candlesticks are sufficient, reflecting the night like a sheng flute, as if in the depths of the deep palace, weaving and entwining.

The liveliness of the Mingqin Pavilion came to an abrupt end. I can hear the weaving girl under the window, the pomegranate flowers in the courtyard falling, the evening breeze blowing across the ground, and the moon shadow being stirred into broken silver.

Cheng Ying's throat moved. I don't know why, she began to be inexplicably nervous, because she saw a Su embroidery screen in the depths of the curtain, and behind the screen sat a man, tilting his head slightly, holding his head with his hands, as if he had not slept yet.

The gauze curtain is like fog, the dream is not real, the wisps of evening breeze lift the corner of the gauze curtain, and you can see the figure cut out by the lights on the screen, which is a slender and clear line.

than a dream, but also fall into the depths of the dream.

In the depths of her Cheng Yingyu's dreams, in the depths of her Cheng Thirteen's time, the barren years, the ignorance and glamour.

Sensing that someone is coming, the person straightens his head, sits on his knees, and the bottom of his eyes should also reflect the shadow cut out by the lamp behind the screen, and he doesn't know if he has been in his dream.

Cheng Yingyu's pace is getting slower and slower, but his mind is becoming more and more blank, forgetting the Western Zhou Dynasty, forgetting the April Palace Change, forgetting the changes in the past seven years, the memory is awake, and the people in the memory are becoming clearer and clearer.

She remembered.

There is no one in this world who is more familiar than her, the lines cut out of his figure on the screen, the winding strokes, are like a purple pen soaked in Shezhou ink, tracing his head, his hands, and his shoulders on the snow-white Su embroidery.

At that time, he was sitting behind the screen, the silhouette outlined by the sunlight, and she saw only that, but she believed that he should have the eyebrows of distant mountains, satin-like hair, a misty smile, and the starlight of the cave garden in his eyes.

Little Thirteen.

He always called her softly like this, and his voice was like Ruan in Jiangnan, choking Qin Huai's smoke waves.

Seven years, from the age of five to twelve, she spent thousands of days staring at the Su embroidered screen in the Cheng Mansion Mansion, staring at the silhouette of the young man behind the screen, and fantasizing countless times to walk behind the screen and touch him.

She wanted to touch him.

Look into his eyes, listen to him call her, look at the upturned corners of his mouth, and then covet the temperature of his arms.

……

However, just a few steps away, she and him were like people on both sides of the strait, and they couldn't cross it, the Cheng Mansion, which had strict family rules, strictly guarded the defense of men and women, and the thin screen separated the school in half.

On the one hand, it is the thirteen thousand gold of the Cheng Mansion, and on the other hand, it is the general Cheng who invited him to teach the thirteen thousand gold etiquette, Mr. Teaching.

……

Now, Cheng Yingyu is standing behind this screen. No one can stop her anymore, and there will be no strict Cheng Mansion family rules to restrain her hand to him.

Extremely similar scenes, disturbing time and memories, the yellowed frames awaken and are hot.

The silhouette behind the screen was also silent. In the tacit retrospection, the reverse current of the years passed through the changed face, grew taller, carved the frosty eyebrows, and finally returned to the eyes that were still starlight.

"Little Thirteen."

He called her.

It's just that he is no longer the teenager he was back then, and she is not the child of the year.

……

Cheng Yingyu covered her eyes, her hair was hot, although she had never cried since the man in the bright yellow shirt went, but at the moment, the tip of her sour nose and the dream-like joy made her dizzy as if she was drunk.

She could finally step over the screen.

She could finally see what he looked like behind the screen, and she could finally touch him, whether the temperature of his arms had not cooled down with the light.

Cheng Yingyu cautiously stretched out her foot, her movements were so gentle that she couldn't bear to shatter a dream, and stepped behind the screen with bated breath-

She saw him.

Seven years, and seven years, her teaching husband, Gongzi Fei.

Cheng Yingbu frowned slightly, leaned over, trying her best to see clearly, and more clearly, this dream was too beautiful, she was afraid that in the blink of an eye, she would turn into Huai'an's nightmare again.

What kind of Jiangnan guest is this?

He sat there silently, just like bringing the blue waves of Dongting, the Qiong Huayan of Qiantang, and the faint cinnamon fragrance, which was also ten miles of Su Di willow.

This is a character who can't be found all over Shengjing and rich people, even the bright color of the East Palace, because of the white waves of Qinchuan in Guanzhong, and he is a city south of the Yangtze River.

Cheng Yingyu finally understood that there was a joke in the Western Zhou Dynasty: Lang Yan is unique, the East Palace, the wind and the waning moon, and the lord of Jiangnan.

At that time, she was puzzled, what kind of skin was born of the characters who could be described as "Xiaofeng Wanyue", but now that she looks at it, she understands that it is very true, and other words in the world cannot be described.

Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

- It's not that Jiangnan is good, but Lang Jun is good, seeing you like a drunk, drunk and falling into the waning moon.

Especially such a character, also wearing a purple shirt, a faint purple, soft silk, without any embroidery or ornamentation, is a purple without impurities, spread out under the lamplight.

Green eyes, purple shirt.

It's not a plain Jiangnan, but a gorgeous Jiangnan, with wisteria flowers in the fog and dewdrops hanging on the green leaves.

Cheng Ying's heartbeat suddenly became disordered.

……