Zhen'er has been waiting for Qianxiu to cultivate.

Fifty years ago, when Zhen'er went down the mountain, he broke into a catastrophe and burned the wing room of Wu Taishou's house in the south of the city, it was a dry summer, the fire spread quickly, it was difficult to control for a while, and it also affected some of the people around, fortunately, no one was injured, so the monsters in the mountain punished Zhen'er for 50 years and was not allowed to go down the mountain.

The first time Zhen'er saw Qian Xiu was at the Lantern Festival on the Shangyuan Festival, when she was just able to transform into a human form, and her appearance was no more than seven or eight years old. She heard that the Shangyuan Festival in the world is very lively, there are lights everywhere, there are all kinds of delicious and fun, you can also guess lantern riddles, enjoy lanterns, watch fireworks, go to the river to put river lanterns and Kong Ming lanterns. Unable to resist the temptation, Zhen'er ran down the mountain secretly, and it was at this time that she met Qianxiu.

Qian Xiu is the son of the scholarly family, the ancestor was an official in the court, although he no longer enjoys the temple, but in the shadow of the ancestor, the family is also worry-free. Humility reads poetry and books, but has no intention of career, in the eyes of the world, he is an arrogant and noble gentleman. Because Zhen'er yearns for the world, after getting acquainted with Zhen'er, he took Zhen'er to his home. He knew that Zhen'er was a monster, but he didn't care, he just thought she was his little sister. He taught Zhen'er to read and write, taught her to read "Poems", taught her to distinguish between black and white and reasoning, bought her the peach blossom cake she loved, and gave her the name "Zhen'er".

However, after only four years of acquaintance, there was an arson incident, and she had no way to go down the mountain again. So she made a home next to the peach blossom tree with the best view on the mountainside, so that she could see him as soon as Qian Xiu went up the mountain. Time is long, about fifteen or sixteen years later, Zhen'er saw Qianxiu again, Zhen'er's nose is very smart, when the person went up the mountain for the first time, she was sure that it must be Qianxiu, although for some reason, that person's appearance is a little different from Qianxiu, and his personality is not as calm and delicate as Qianxiu, and he is completely not bookish, but he began to dance with knives and guns, a general's style, which looks a little fierce, but Zhen'er is not afraid, because the Qianxiu in her heart is gentle as water, sure enough, the person saw Zhen'er change his majesty, and smiled gently at her, I also brought her peach blossom cakes.

Since then, the man went up the mountain every day to practice martial arts, and Zhen'er sat on the peach blossom tree to accompany him. originally thought that the years would flow quietly like this, but later, the man said that the war on the frontier was tight, and he wanted to defend his family and the country, so he never returned, and he was never heard from again.

Another year of spring has arrived, the clouds on the horizon are staggering, the peach blossoms are blooming again, inch by inch is fragrant, the ground is full of fragrance, and the breeze blows and takes away the marks of winter. Zhen'er lay on the peach tree, enjoying the warm spring light. She is still waiting for her humble cultivation, year after year.

The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. This is where her name comes from. Because Zhen'er likes peach blossom crisp, likes to lie under the peach tree and secretly drink peach blossom wine, and then the peach blossoms are blooming, from the foot of the mountain to the mountain, Zhen'er's family is called Peach Blossom Township. Hence the name Zhen'er.

She has not gone down the mountain for fifty years, and she doesn't know what the situation is in the world, she has heard that there is a saying that there is a vicissitudes of life, but she has never been able to understand, even if the sea has changed the mulberry field, what does it matter? Why do human beings always like to feel the changes in the world? She is a monster, there are long years to spend time, let time flies, the stars change, she is always the same existence in the mountains, is a carefree little fox demon sheltered by heaven and earth, naturally does not understand what is a thing or a person, what is the passage of time, a hundred years and her time, but day and night. But since she went to the world, time seemed to have become longer, and the days in the mountains were very boring, every night, Zhen'er counted the stars and fell asleep, read the books that Qian Xiu had given her in the past, and observed the pilgrims who went up the mountain to pray for blessings every day. At this time, Zhen'er didn't know that she had long fallen in love with the fireworks in the world.

A while ago, there was a gorgeously dressed lady to the city god temple on the mountain to pray for blessings, lost the glass hairpin, was picked up by Zhen'er, this hairpin is exquisitely made, should be worth a lot of money, before Qianxiu taught her to pick up gold, so she decided to wait for the end of fifty years of punishment, and then went down the mountain to return the hairpin to the original owner, at this time there are only two days left from the end of the punishment. Suddenly, Zhen'er smelled a familiar scent, she quickly jumped up to the top of the peach tree and looked down, this is the person she longed to see in her dreams, she wanted to run down the mountain as fast as she could in her life, she ran desperately through the dense woods and shrubs, her body was stained with many leaves and petals, and her hands and face were cut by branches. What is even more unfortunate is that she fell and fell from the high ground, and the whole person was embarrassed. "Are you alright?" I only heard someone ask in a panic.

Although the fall hurt, Zhen'er couldn't care so much, she stood up, patted the dust on her body, and looked up at the person in front of her, unable to hide the joy in her heart.

"Qianxiu, you're back." At this time, Zhen'er has grown a lot taller than fifty years ago, and she is already a young girl.

"Girl, you recognized the wrong person."

"Where have you been all these years? Oh, by the way, I'll be down in two days, and you'll have to take me to buy peach blossom crisp then. Also, Qian Xiu, I read the book you gave me every day, and I don't have a day of laziness. I also brewed peach blossom wine, and I will be waiting for you to come back and drink it. Oh, and there's ......."

"I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person, I'm not a humble cultivator." The man interrupted Zhen'er's chatter.

"Don't make such jokes, I won't admit to it." Zhen'er frowned, a little angry.

"I'm not kidding, my name is Changjun."

The aura on this self-proclaimed Changjun was obviously the same as that of Qianxiu, why did he deny that he was Qianxiu? Zhen'er was puzzled, and looked at him carefully, he was indeed different from the person she met fifty years ago, if she said that the humble cultivation she knew was more or less gentlemanly, then the person in front of her had a chivalrous spirit. He was dressed in a round-necked robe, although the costume was not gorgeous, but he had the temperament of a prince and grandson, and his face was still a little childish and cynical. The facial features are handsome, and he is in his prime, like the sun and the moon, like a high-spirited young man.

"Aren't you really humble and cultivated?" Zhen'er was a little shaken, and his appearance and temperament had changed before, but he had never denied it.

"It's not."

"I'm sorry ...... that"

Zhen'er turned to leave, and walked stiffly as if she had lost her soul. Her legs and feet hurt a little, and her body was dirty, but Zhen'er loved to be clean, and she had already run to the river to clean up. But at the moment, Zhen'er felt that nothing mattered. His vision gradually blurred, his nose was a little sour, and tears filled his eyes. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve and took a deep breath, but the tears were still swirling, eventually rolling across her cheeks.

"Zhen'er doesn't cry, Zhen'er doesn't cry." She whispered, swallowing her stomach full of grievances.

On that day, the sun was shining and the wind was refreshing, but Zhen'er's heart was gloomy and raining......

I woke up from a dream, and it wasn't dawn yet. The thick quilt was a little hot, and she lifted the quilt and poured in a little cool breeze.

She had strange dreams in which she met someone, someone very important but someone she had long forgotten.

That person is not a humble cultivator, and his appearance is too vague to see clearly, but he is a person as important as humble cultivation.

Zhen'er looked at the empty ceiling in a daze, and after a while, she slowly spit out two words from her mouth: Changjun.

Changjun, Changjun, Changjun...... She repeated the name over and over again, as if as soon as she stopped pronouncing it, the two words would slip out of her mouth and erase from her mind.

That's right, I didn't come to find Qianxiu, but to find this person named Changjun.