"Sister Wan'er, I'll go over there with you, this night is like the moonlight in the city, I think it's a pity that I've known you for so many years, but I have never had the courage to confide in you, and I didn't specifically say a word to you, it's also my own cowardice!" Yang Zhe looked at her plain face, smiled shallowly and continued.

Song Xiwan's heart was like a sudden transition, from the cool autumn breeze to the spring day when the mountains were full of flowers, Qing nodded lightly and smiled and agreed: "Hmm." ”

Yang Zhe and Song Xiwan walked side by side on the lonely path, Mo Xiaoxiao, who had been hiding in the grass, came out of the grass, in fact, she didn't intend to intimidate Song Xiwanwan, but there was no other better way, so she could only make this decision, hide in the grass, and act as an assist to her eldest brother when she saw Yang Zhe and Song Xiwan walking towards the front, Mo Xiaoxiao also tiptoed towards the path ahead.

Walked from the lush osmanthus tree, when the two turned around and passed through a low bush, a forest of flowers with colorful ribbons suddenly appeared in front of them, through the faint light of some paper lanterns hanging on the side, it can be seen that the tall and dense begonia flower tree, hanging a lot of ribbons, and a variety of colors, glowing dazzling color light, but also illuminated a place of falling flowers, a slight cool breeze hit, those seem to be the ribbons on the fairy dress, just float up with the wind, colorful and staggered, The appearance of light and shadow was stacked, and at that moment it seemed that even the stars in the sky were eclipsed, and they hid in the thick clouds in shame.

Just when Song Xiwan was attracted by the strange light and colorful scene in front of her, she suddenly heard Yang Zhe's voice again: "Wan'er, look, what's over there." ”

Song Xiwan cast her gaze towards the place where Yang Zhe's gaze went, only to see a building in the distance, surrounded by red candle decorations, and a white porcelain vase was placed on the table, and there were many new flowers in it, all kinds of colors, but it was not clear what flowers were from a distance, but from a distance, it could be seen that the scene design was beautiful and generous, delicate and elegant.

Song Xiwan's eyes were full of deep and shallow joy, never so with his beloved, in this situation, together with such a grand and graceful scenery, like the cold weather for many days, before going out of the door, I saw that the weather was clear and cloudless, it was a tall and boundless weather, together with the vague emotions on my body, all of them dissipated into floating clouds and scattered elegantly, and I saw a blue sky in the two peaks, Hengheng erected a colorful rainbow bridge, How can such a beautiful scenery not make people happy.

"Sister Wan'er, come with me and let's go over and have a look!" Song Xiwan hadn't reacted yet, and she was still intoxicated by this strange beauty that suddenly appeared in her eyes, and her heart was still soaked in that gentle village and couldn't extricate herself, so she suddenly smelled Yang Zhe's soft voice again.

As Yang Zhe spoke, he took the initiative to put his warm hand on Song Xiwan's slender jade hand, and pulled her to the pavilion.

The two held hands side by side, like a pair of fairy couples, Yang Zhe was dressed in white, Song Xiwan was dressed in a light-colored dress, and he was also wearing a coat with his body fragrance, the air seemed to be nothing, filled with a faint fragrance, he held her as if the world was collapsing, and the world was together, full of love and bravery, regardless of whether he asked or not, he took each other to escape to the ends of the earth.

Yang Zhe pulled Song Xiwan and sat down gently, on the small table that was still covered with silky and graceful tablecloths, there was a large bouquet of flowers, those flowers seemed to be gradually dyed with some love and tenderness, all of them were happily blooming, competing for beauty and competition, as if they were going to put out the fragrance and fragrance of a spring that had been hoarded at this moment, and hugging each other in the lonely night to give red men and green women a warm night.

Song Xiwan's embarrassed face still had some smiles that were difficult to hide, and he didn't even know where to put it, looking cramped and uneasy, and the flowers in the courtyard were hung with rows of colorful ribbons that swayed left and right, like meteors that were about to fall across the dark sky.

Mo Xiaoxiao quietly hid under the dense begonia tree, silently staring at the distant scene, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, it was a smile that had nothing to do with feelings, and it had nothing to do with the emotion of their pure love, just a kind of longing for love in her heart and a longing for this wonderful environment.

Through the light candle light, Song Xiwan looks more and more bright and moving, maybe people who are in love have this special rouge to decorate their pure and flawless face.

Love makes a woman more attractive.

"Sister Wan'er, I heard you inadvertently mention it before, do you like magnolia flowers?" Yang Zhe's heart is also up and down at this moment, maybe everyone is so shy and cowardly in front of love, how free and easy people in the past will bow their noble heads in front of their beloved.

Song Xiwan lowered her head slightly, and after listening to Yang Zhe's words, she raised her head suddenly, and said suspiciously: "It's just casually talking, besides, I don't even remember when I mentioned it, you...... How do you remember. ”

"You said it, but how can you remember the casual words you said, but that's fine, if you don't remember it in the future, I'll help you remember it. People always have to forget something, so that others have a chance to take care of you! ”

Yang Zhe smiled shallowly, and whispered softly like spring rain, after listening to Yang Zhe's words, Song Xiwan nodded affectionately, as if the barren land in his heart instantly grew flowers and plants.

"I heard you say before, your love so I remembered, that day at the bridge to see someone buy such a sachet, I thought you will also like to buy a random to give to you, and I am afraid that you don't like it has been shelved in my place, I have been unable to understand when I was young, where the fragrance of my daughter's family came from, I thought it was rouge gouache and perfume, so for you and you are close, I also deliberately used incense to edify my clothes, but in addition to the name of a playboy, there is no other rhyme, I can't understand, I can't imitate your taste anyway, and I realized it later. ”

Yang Zhe said lightly, and at the same time took out a sachet from his pocket, and the small and delicate one was like a small rabbit in the palm of his hand.

"What do you understand?" Song Xiwan asked lightly and shallowly.

Seeing her so anxious to know, Yang Zhe smiled lightly, and the eyes that were like a cold moon and like a beautiful sun blinked slightly and continued: "Later, I understood that the smell was not caused by any external substance, it was because of love, because I liked a person, and because I liked someone, I could smell her smell different from others. ”

Yang Zhe put the small sachet in Song Xiwan's hand, and his movements were as careful as the ancient kings ascending the throne to explain the jade seal.

"My brother has a heart, before I always sat at the desk to read on a cold and rainy night, and occasionally stroked the piano, thinking that it hurt the endless drizzle, but in fact, I thought about the endless love that was difficult to give up."

Embattled from the surrounding haystacks came bursts of insects and frogs, the slightest breeze seemed to be talking about something, and vaguely seemed to be a string sound, leisurely transmitted, like a pipa song played by a lover in ancient times or a song of the ethereal harp of a fairy in the forest.

Mo Xiaoxiao gently crouched on the trunk of the flower tree in the dark, quietly looking at the demure and gentle love story in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a burst of warmth in her heart.

There are more than a dozen Kong Ming lanterns on the ground, all of which are from Mo Xiaoxiao's hands, and she doesn't even know why she wants to help Yang Zhe and Song Xiwan, a couple who obviously favor each other, but pretend to be confused mandarin ducks like strangers, maybe she likes Song Xiwan and wants to repay Yang Zhe's kindness to herself, so she wants to see them achieve positive results.

Perhaps, I can't bear to let the two people who are happy with each other miss it like this, and it is also a kind of expectation and sustenance for my feelings that are not right and cannot win, and it is precisely because I have personally experienced that feeling of regret, knowing that kind of love and not being able to do it, and the heart-wrenching feeling of obviously pleasing each other rather than being oppressed by the fate of the trickster.

If there is nothing to worry about, the world is the season. So is it that if there is no trivial interference in the world, will all lovers eventually become a couple who envy mandarin ducks and not immortals?

Is there a kind of love that can span time, space and years of human suffering, regardless of whether you look forward or not, regardless of the joys and sorrows of the past, and whether you live and die after that, you must have a love that depends on life and death without hesitation......

When Yang Zhe and Song Xi were softly telling their mountain alliances and sea oaths, in the dark curtain ahead, suddenly a Kong Ming lantern with a shining yellow light rose one after another, and a guiding lamp continued in the dark curtain, which can be used by the men and women of the world to find their destined people, those slowly rising Kong Ming lanterns are with hope, edited by love, slowly rising by love, and fluttering around with the wind that suddenly rises, like a pair of wings, Enough for it to soar freely in the vast black sky.

At that moment, Yang Zhe and Song Xiwan seemed to see the Kong Ming lantern that belonged to each other together, shining on each other's familiar and sincere faces in mid-air.

Mo Xiaoxiao released all the Kong Ming lanterns one by one in the dark night, standing in a corner at the foot of the tree, silently watching the Kong Ming lanterns with love, like flowers in the air, blooming to their heart's content.

Kong Ming lanterns rose into the sky, looking down at the fireworks at their feet, there were red men and green women, yellow hair and drooping hair, and those who looked up at themselves, at that moment it seemed that everyone, including the city that was red and green, were looking up at those Kong Ming lanterns.