Jiang Liang was drunk and hazy, tears were blurred, this was her former residence.

It was originally the ancestral house of a large family, and it was very elegantly decorated, but it was later defeated. was in a hurry to use the money, and was taken back by Granny Shen at a low price.

The house is quaint and elegant.

It may be cold here, but it's so cold that it doesn't freeze; The wind may blow, but the sand and gravel are not allowed to fly; There may be dust, but it doesn't defile your beauty.

There is a long-arched stone bridge at the south entrance, much like the 17-hole bridge in the Summer Palace.

Next to it, a few large ancient cypresses were planted. This old cypress is a bit weird, not in the prosperous times, and does not send green branches.

Swim against the current to the west, passing through a long path of reeds to the main hall.

The door of the hall is very ancient, and the inscription on both sides reads, "The flower path has not been swept by guests, and the pengmen is now open for you." ”

The moss marks of the stone, the weeds outside the wall, the dried ancient plums, and the green bamboo paths are full of boundless poetry.

There is a deep pond in front of the hall, and there are many fish and turtles in the pond. Jiang Liang remembered that every time he threw a piece of bread, those fish would form a ball and swallow it.

When the skin of the fish rises to the surface of the water, it is as big as a tea bowl, and it makes a "passing" sound when it swallows something.

Not far from the pond, you will go to Baihuatan, also called Huanhua Creek, which she gave herself.

I said that I read the book and felt very beautiful.

The water is full of bamboos and trees, and it has a natural charm; This stream is used to make brocade, which is particularly distinct.

Jiang Liang's favorite wine kiln in the backyard is full of cherry blossom brewed by her.

Jiang Liang covered it so hard that no one would drink it. Whenever she thinks about her sourness, she will have a small drink.

I don't know what recipe Granny Shen taught her, a good cherry blossom brew, and the wine is very strong.

After just a few drinks, I was a little drunk in a trance, and I was drunk in the ten-mile flower garden.

Jiang Liang's steps were unsteady, carrying a scoop of wine gourd, walking around the cherry blossom garden.

He remembered that he had put her under the most beautiful cherry blossom tree.

She doesn't really like cherry blossoms, she says she likes roses the most. But there's a strange problem, you get drunk when you smell roses. I can only settle for the next best thing, and I like cherry blossoms.

He was ignorant at that time, poked her in the face, and scolded her with a smile: "What's so good about roses? Especially the thorn, piercing people tightly. ”

She didn't know what to think, and she didn't answer for a long time. Finally, he replied softly.

The voice is very soft, wrapped in a trace of sadness: "I like the thorns of roses, I can protect myself......"

Jiang Liang crouched under a huge cherry tree, looking at the bush of roses under the tree stupidly.

Far incense is a pity, and the aftertaste is obsessed. Get drunk for three points, and leave a lifetime of thought.

The roses bloom in May and June, and now it is natural to see the scene of roses in full bloom.

How delicate and proud the roses are!

Just like the bright spikes on the green flower stems, coldly expressing hostility to Jiang Liang.

The corners of Jiang Liang's mouth hooked up with a smile, and he stretched out his hand. Cover that spike and hit it hard!

The sharp thorns pierce the skin, and the gurgling blood flows out, which is particularly eye-catching against the white skin.

Blood meanders down the stems. Actually, the flower stems were dyed red!

Jiang Liang didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and the smile on the corner of his lips expanded. A soft laugh overflowed from his mouth.

The rose pierced people, and it hurt for sure. But no matter how painful it is, it can't withstand the distress.

His heart ached, but the laughter gradually became louder, one by one, blunt to his heart.

Laughing and laughing, there were bloody tears in the corners of his eyes. The enchanting jade face lined with is even more enchanting.

He's a demon, not a human.

He didn't seem to realize it, and he laughed to himself.

In the end, there was a pain in the heart, a slight itch in the throat, a muffled snort, and a mouthful of vermilion.

Blood was sprinkled on the roses, staining the buds that were still green. It makes people feel that the roses are in full bloom.

But the color is so magnificent, it is clearly three points more gorgeous than roses!

Jiang Liang's eyes were confused, but in the depths of his eyes, he was clear.

Is he drunk?

No, he was awake all the time.