Bai Che buckled his nails into the palm of his hand, clearly felt a trace of pain, and the smile on his lips became more and more gentle: it turned out that it was not a dream.

~Half an hour later.

Honeysuckle: "I want to go to bed, but my father said that I have to practice for two hours." Can you help me lie, when my dad asked, he said that I had practiced for two hours. ”

Bai Che: "Hmm. ”

Honeysuckle was happy for a while, and then frowned: "I don't seem to have practiced calligraphy." What to do. My arms are sore, my legs and feet are sore, and I can't really practice calligraphy. ”

Bai Che smiled: "So you want to ......"

Honeysuckle: "Practice words with your mind." ”

He closed his eyes as he spoke.

Feathery eyelashes fluttered.

Soon it opened again.

"I'm done."

Bai Che couldn't help laughing: "If you don't want to practice, you won't practice." It's not a big deal, you don't have to lie to yourself so ...... so hard. It's really thanks to her that she came up with it and practiced with her mind.

Honeysuckle waved: "Good night." ”

Bai Che: "Ann." ”

The autumn moon hangs high.

After taking a bath, he was dressed in refreshing honeysuckle, wrapped in a coat, holding his head in his hands, and sitting on the ground. Head, it's starting to hurt again. The pitch-black room obscured her pale countenance, and no one knew of her pain.

I can't stand the pain.

She started crying.

Tears poured out of his eyes and dripped down.

I don't know how long I cried, but the tears gradually stopped. The pain dissipated like a tidal wave. She propped her hands on the edge of the bed, and didn't bother to change her clothes, so she sat down on the bed.

There are some more memories in my mind, about her and Bai Che.

The summer of the fifteenth year.

A hundred flowers are in full bloom.

Flowers.

Once again, she was taken by Du Ruola to enjoy the flowers. The flower doesn't know her, and she doesn't know the flower. After being pulled by Du Ruo to appreciate it so many times, she may not even be able to recognize ordinary flowers, let alone those rare varieties.

She can only distinguish whether the flowers are the same by their color and size, and as for their cultivation environment, flowering period, pruning method, origin, etc., she does not know anything.

Du Ruoru said with a few treasures.

She listened sleepily.

Although she likes to listen to Du Ruo very much, the way Du Ruo talks about flowers is no different from the old master's lecture to her.

Du Ruo sighed: "I brought you here last year, and you stood at the entrance of the flower party for most of the day, and you didn't move a few steps, just like a wooden man." Bringing you here this year, you don't plan to stand stupidly all the time, do you? ”

Honeysuckle: "What's wrong with standing stupidly." ”

Du Ruo sighed: "Then I'll go first." ”

Honeysuckle: "Hmm. ”

Thereupon.

Honeysuckle Station in situ.

Idle.

In front of her was a yellow flower. Bored, she lowered her body slightly and looked at the small print next to her. It turned out that its name was Yao Huang. It's pretty good. I got closer and smelled it, and it was fragrant.

Suddenly.

Someone whispered in her ear: "Do you like Yao Huang?" After the flower party, I can have it delivered to your accommodation. Honeysuckle turned her head and saw the white dress.

Listening to her, it seems that the whole person is soaked in tenderness. She was in a very good mood with a gentle pool.

Honeysuckle: "No, no. "It's good-looking, but she's too lazy to take care of it.

She looked at him, "Why are you here?" ”

The young man in white was silent for a long time.

It became a wood carving.

Honeysuckle was inexplicably a little depressed: "What kind of bad habit are you?" You are the first to speak, and you are the first to ignore others. You were like this last year, and you are still like this year. If you do this again, I will ...... I'll break you off. ”