There is a Meng member in Shengjing in the mortal world, his daughter Meng Ge is famous for her literary talents, proficient in poetry and music, good at dancing water sleeves, it is said that the son of the Yun family came to visit that day, strayed into the back garden, saw the girl in the pavilion dancing, dancing gracefully and shocked the heavens, and then looked at its appearance, directly two eyes stunned and shouted, "Fairy." ”

After returning home, he was convincing, tossing and turning, and on the second day, he came to the door with a dowry to ask for marriage, but was refused.

Just because Miss Meng looked at it from a distance through the screen, her eyes were gloomy, saying that she was not a good person and would not marry, Meng Yuan loved her daughter and turned people away with a smile.

This refusal is three years, Meng Ge is about to become an old girl, whether it is a son who comes to ask for a marriage, a scholar, there are those who are brilliant, and there are those who are rich and rival the country, and they have never entered the eyes of beautiful women.

"Ge'er, who is this?" The rice paper was snatched away, the ink was dry, and there was a slight smell of wine.

The boy on the painting is dressed in white, with long hair and high bundles, sword eyebrows and sideburns, his face is a little blurred, but his demeanor is extremely vivid, standing like a Zhilan jade tree, smiling like a moon in his arms.

After being silent for a long time, Meng Ge lowered his eyes gloomily, sighed lightly, and then opened his mouth: "He is, mine, the man in my dreams, since I can remember, I will always dream of him......"

The boy was like a dream, but she couldn't see his appearance clearly, only vaguely remembered his outline, his joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and his clothes that were blown up and rolled by the wind when he was blowing.

Three cups of bamboo leaves pierced the heart, two peach blossoms came up on the face, a few cups of sake into the throat, the teeth and cheeks left fragrant, even the exhalation, yawning are charming, drunk to the extreme, I can't help but lift the pen to depict his face in detail.

She thought that she was probably stunned, and she wanted to spend her life guarding the shadow of nothingness.

"What kind of dream person, it's because of this that you ......" Meng Yuanwai opened his eyes angrily, his chest fell together in anger, and his raised palm still couldn't bear to hit it.

It's really ridiculous, the bone joints are slightly white when they are pinched hard, the whole person is trembling, his eyes are full of cold chills, and disappointment is surging in.

For the first time in more than ten years, the father and daughter had a conflict, Meng Ge sat in front of the desk in a daze, constantly flattening the crumpled rice paper, the son on the painting was still so good-looking, his eyes were red when he looked at it, two lines of tears rolled down, and it was hot.

"Pig Gangguan, aren't you telling me to wait, this storyline is clearly about my sister and the dead monkey, what a dream lover, very old-fashioned." Ziwei took a bite of the fresh fruit, and obviously didn't believe it between the words, so she turned her head to ask the person concerned, "Old Yue, is what this fat pig said true or false?" Is there really such a thing? ”

The man smiled indifferently, his temperament was warm, he shook his head and said in a soothing voice: "It's all old things, I can't remember it for a long time, what the messenger of the Pure Altar said, that's it......"

"Hey, Fairy Ziwei, don't interrupt, I still want to hear about the rest of the matter, Pure Altar Messenger, you continue, continue." A scattered immortal was not happy, and handed over a cup of fragrant tea as he spoke, and recruited a few little immortals to come forward to please, pinch their shoulders and beat their backs, which was refreshing for a while.

At that time, there was a Shangyuan Festival in the mortal world, and the girls who had not left the pavilion would put river lanterns on this day, and the sky lanterns would pray for marriage, and there would also be many programs such as guessing lantern riddles, playing dragon lanterns, and lion dances.

Meng Ge is dressed in red, his eyebrows and eyes are exquisite, his face is like a peach and plum, his red lips are better than flames, and he is a little fresher than his dress.

Shengjing Street is very lively, every household hangs lamps, looks at it from afar, the stars are dotted, like a flowing dragon meandering, has been strolling and walking, can not help but be dazzled by the dazzling colors, the voices of the people are boiling, there are sugar sellers of sugar gourds, dragon and lion dances, juggling performances......

A few steps further is Putuo Temple, which is also the most lively place on the night of Shangyuan.

The temple is most famous for the red bean tree that symbolizes marriage, the branches are luxuriant, verdant and verdant, the pilgrims who pray in the temple will tie the signature with red silk, throw the top of the tree, pray for the fulfillment of their wishes, and also pick a few exquisite red beans and place them in the sachet to give to the person they admire, to show their lovesickness.

Bang! With a loud bang, several sparks rose into the sky, blooming with seven-colored light in the night, and then fell and disappeared like meteors, and the people were jubilant, and all their brains rushed over.

The little maid couldn't help but exclaim "Wow-" for a while, full of interest, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, "Miss, Miss, it's so lively over there, let's go and take a look." ”

"Okay, but there are too many people, we have to walk slowly......" Before the words fell, he turned around and bumped into a figure, looked up, and saw a very familiar face, as handsome as in the painting, the son's white clothes fluttering, gentle and elegant, smiling brighter than the warm sun in winter, hanging a jade flute on his waist, and the vague fragments of those memories gradually became clear under the glimpse.

"It's you......" she smiled, and a tear slipped down her face.

However, it was quickly wiped away, and the man's hand bones were distinct, and there was still a trace of warmth.

"Girl, are you alright?" Yueqing's eyes were confused, and she only felt that this woman seemed familiar, and when she saw her crying, her heart softened most.

"I, I'm fine, thank you Childe." The words were shy and timid, but fortunately, the night was thick enough, and no one saw Meng Ge's hot cheeks.

"The girl wants to go to Putuo Temple? I'll send you there. With the long arms together, the good-smelling sandalwood approached, as if there was nothing, lingering on the tip of the nose from time to time, and the surrounding was bustling, and the man always kept her out just right, protecting her impenetrable.

Under the moonlight, accompanied by Chinese lanterns, white clothes wrapped around red clothes, like a pair of wall people.