The warm sunlight jumped in through the window, and the hairpin was held in the palm of Yu Jin's hand, and the fine engraving on it was grinding the palm of her hand, and she remembered that this hairpin was worn by him to herself...... Before I knew it, I was used to this hairpin and this person.

"This hairpin was given to me by one person," Yu Jin spoke slowly, his eyes full of nostalgia, "A very important person, and then he disappeared......"

Su Wan hung her head regretfully, "Is he your sweetheart?" ”

After a long silence, she heard her hoarse voice sound, "Yes, the person I like," Yu Jin silently wiped away the tears from his eyes and smiled, "Later, I found out that he turned out to be my father's killer, heh, you said that the fate of this day, how could you treat me and him like that." ”

She hung her head, swept away all her emotions, and said, "Probably, it's too late." ”

"Two people who like each other can't be together, how sad it is! I'm the same as you, but I'm different, the person I like, he doesn't like me. Yu Jin raised his eyes to look at this woman he didn't know, her beautiful face was illuminated by the sun, but her eyes were full of sadness and helplessness, Su Wan smiled mockingly and took a sip of wine.

The person she missed, deceived her, everyone said that he was not good, only she regarded him as a precious treasure, and everyone in the world saw her jokes.

"It seems that we are very fateful, and we are all unperfect people." Su Wan picked up the wine cup, "Girl, respect you." "Take a sip of the wine.

It turns out that all the vows and mountains have been said, and everything is like this, and it is like a dream.

Yu Jin took it and drank it all.

Floating life, like a play, don't live and die after goodbye, it's better not to meet, Qingyang, the moment I turned around and left with tears, I was lonely in this floating life.

"Girl?" Su Wan saw Yu Jin put down the wine cup and pick up the hat, and couldn't help asking, "Where are you going?" ”

She was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly, "I'm looking for the one I lost." ”

"Do you know where he is?"

She shook her head, but her eyes were determined, "I don't know where he is, one day I will find him, and if I lose it, I will find it myself." ”

Hearing this, Su Wan couldn't help but be stunned, "But you don't have an enmity with him......" looked at her cautiously and said in a low voice.

I saw her smile relieved, "Thank you for your floating life, a floating dream, how much good luck I had to meet him, it's been too long, this person, he should live a confused life." ”

In the past, she was too sensitive, and when she listened to Duhuo's words, she decided that he liked other people, listened to her brother-in-law's words, and believed that he had killed her father, but she never believed him, even if she asked him why.

She regretted it.

Now she doesn't know where he is, and her mana is gone, which is probably the opportunity that God has given her to find him.

A dreamer told her that Qingyang was also in this place, and since he couldn't find her, she went to find him......

"Mr. said that fate remains the same, does not change fate, and when two people meet, it means that there is fate, and I believe you can find him." The corners of Su Wan's eyes raised slightly, and she said seriously.

She lowered her head slightly and stared at it, and inserted the hosta on the table firmly into her bun, "Thank you, seeing that you are your husband when you open and close, it seems that you have found a lover, congratulations." ”

Su Wan's cheeks were slightly flushed, she held her face, feeling hot, "No, no, Mr. already has someone he likes, I like Mr., not that kind of like." ”

Yu Jin didn't say anything, stared at her, that kind of joy, she used to have it, and she was like this, talking about the young man in her heart, his eyebrows and eyes were all about him.

"We're really like-minded." After a long time, she spoke, her voice full of regret.

Su Wan was speechless, pursed her lips, and shook her head slightly, Mr. is better than liking for her, that feeling is not clear to herself, things in the world, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, she lost the person she liked, and met another person who was good to her.

When her figure gradually moved away, Su Wan relieved herself and cleaned up the tabletop.

The girl who met in Pingshui, may you find the sweetheart you have in mind.

Winter went to spring, the days gradually warmed up, and Qingyang was sick for several months, and then he gradually got better. The affairs in the store are becoming more and more prosperous under Su Wan's care.

In autumn, the green sun is already good, and the breeze wraps the autumn coolness, blowing off the chrysanthemums on the edge of the bed.

Su Wan was holding a pot of flowers, dressed in green clothes, and her hair fell slightly between the flowers, like a green aster flower waiting to bloom in autumn.

"Sir, the sun is very good today, let's go out and bask in the sun." Su Wan put the chrysanthemum on the table and set it up.

Regardless of whether he wanted to or not, he helped him out.

At this time, it was begonias, chrysanthemums were in full bloom, and all kinds of flowers were in full bloom, Su Wan helped him to the bamboo couch that had been placed, and I don't know why today's flowers are blooming so arbitrarily.

Su Wan lowered her head to look at him, her eyes did not cover the green belt, her eyes were dark and shiny, as if she was an ordinary person, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was gentle, "The flowers are blooming very well today, Mr. will bask in the sun and enjoy the flowers, and I will go to get busy first." ”

Qingyang nodded, watching her leave.

Lying on the bamboo couch, he stretched out his hand to catch a hibiscus flower accurately, and muttered, "The hibiscus is still at dusk, and he has just recovered from a serious illness, and his body is as fragile and tight as a mortal." Fortunately, the perception of the world is not weak. Qingyang yawned, became sleepy, and slowly closed his eyes.

The autumn sun is gentle, Qingyang is lying on the bamboo couch, his eyes are slightly closed, his slender hands are on the edge of the couch, his hair is slightly scattered, the complexion on his face is a little pale, and his wide sleeves hang down to the ground.

Su Wan was already in the afternoon after finishing her work, and when she walked to the backyard, she saw this scene, her clothes were decorated with hibiscus flowers, and she took a big hat and put it on him.

Qingyang Youyou opened his eyes, looked at Luoxia in the distance, showed a soft expression on his face, and his eyes seemed to be stained with the clouds, and slowly sat up.

"Sir, the autumn is cold, you have just recovered from a serious illness, and you are most afraid of typhoid fever, so you still have to keep your body tight." Su Wan draped the big coat over him.

"Okay." Qingyang picked up the fallen flower and asked, "What kind of flower is that, it is very fragrant." ”

Su Wan saw that he was accustomed to receiving flowers, looked at it, smiled, and explained, "The name of this flower is called Purple Huihua." ”

Qingyang was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, stunned, and turned his head to stare at her, "Zihui?"

"Yes, Purple Flower."

He looked at the blooming purple back and remembered a lot of things, the story of the teahouse, and the people who listened to the story, seemed to be different.

"This flower blooms in autumn, and it is said that there is a story."

"Story ......" Qingyang tilted his head slightly, "What a story." ”

Su Wan looked at the cluster of purple flowers and said, "It is rumored that there was a poor scholar in Yunguo before. The scholar's family was poor, he studied hard, hoping to gain fame, and he read by the window every day, and there was a flower under the window, which gave birth to sanity. The woman turned into a human form, and the two became relatives, accompanying the scholar day and night. ”

The man studied hard for 12 years, and finally won the top prize in high school and became a powerful minister. Later, more women were accepted, and Hua Jing Yansheng was not resentful, and tried his best to be his virtuous helper.

Until a concubine gave birth to a boy, the scholar Zihui was overjoyed and raised the concubine as a flat wife. Later, the flat wife blew the wind on the pillow, and Zihui disregarded the past affection and resolutely divorced his wife. Yan Sheng replied to Zi in frustration, "Back then, my family was poor, and I made needlework for the family, and now you want to divorce me, I only wish you well." Then he took the letter of resignation and left.

Zi Hui's career was not smooth and he was dismissed, only then did he think of Yan Sheng, and hurriedly rushed to the broken bamboo house where he lived before, but there was no one. Only a withered flower still stands under the window. He called for a cigarette, but no one answered.

Qingyang couldn't help but ask, "Yan Sheng forgave that scholar." ”

Forgiveness is related to the depth of love, and how much deep love Yansheng has for Zihui is probably as much forgiveness as possible.

"Hmm." Su Wan's tone was understated, but there was slow anger in his eyes, "Forgive me, that scholar was later reinstated, and when he died, the purple flowers bloomed." ”

Qingyang raised his eyes and looked at the fragrant purple flowers in full bloom, and sighed, "Zihui finally waited for Yansheng's forgiveness, and the purple flowers bloomed, just for Zihui, Zihui, after all, it was back." ”

If Zihui is given another chance, he may love Yansheng very much, but unfortunately, how rare the opportunity to do it all over again is.

Zi Hui finally admitted that he loved Yansheng, and forgave Zi Hui when he was about Yansheng.