A two-meter-tall laurel tree, orange-yellow osmanthus flowers bloom or close, and the dense branches are hung densely, and the rich fragrance of flowers fills the air, enveloping the two young men and women who are silent under the tree.

The young man, with a long figure, stood in front of the woman, his handsome face was half obsessed, his smile hung heavily at the corners of his eyes, and his gentle eyes stared at the woman under the tree.

The young woman, like a goddess who does not eat fireworks in the world, blooms beautifully under the laurel tree, exudes a fragrant fragrance in the moonlight, is delicate and delicate, gentle and graceful.

"It's that pretty? That's all you have in your eyes? Her voice was hoarse and unwilling, there must have been half an hour, and she only had this tree and the osmanthus of this tree in her eyes, and she didn't even look at him.

"Shhhh She rested her index finger on her lips, still not looking at him. In the night wind, the laurel tree is whispering softly, which is the dialogue between the wind and the tree.

"Little fool, you're talking to yourself." He smiled and shook his head. The doting tone, as if she was his lover who had been with him for a lifetime.

Reached out and picked up the light fur between her arms to wrap her, and groped with her hands to tie the ribbon in front of her neck, and her voice was like a drunk: "It's cold at night, beware of catching a cold!" Your health is not good, you should pay more attention to yourself, although you have a big hand by your side, after all, you are the one who suffers! ”

She looked at the clumsy and nagging man in front of her, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: It turns out that you, who are known for your cold face, still have such a delicate side! It seems that the news I received is inaccurate and incomplete, and the people in the monthly group haven't been rectified for a long time.

He looked at the woman in front of him: If you can be like this every night, watching the fragrance of laurel here, watching the night sky Qinghua, watching the starlight, and listening to the wind and whispering, then what regrets do you have in this life?

Seeing that her gaze was about to shift to him again, the hand that tied the ribbon lifted her chin and whispered softly: "Look at me!" Qing'er! ”

Her eyes were clear and clear, and she looked directly at him, and in her eyes was a question, "Huh?" What happened to you? ”

He stretched out his right index finger and gently stroked her slender eyebrows, her seductive eyes, her straight nose, and then down her cold and smooth skin, and then stopped on her delicate lips, gently tracing them.

His enthusiasm was in full swing, but she was as cold as water as night.

He noticed her puzzled gaze, was slightly stunned, and then, with a sigh, put down his hand and stood up straight, looking at the osmanthus side by side with her.

"This time next year, we'll be here again looking at osmanthus. Good no good? "It's his invitation, but it's not just an invitation.

"Good! If next year, it's still there! She said yes lightly. Whether she understood it or not, her words were her promise to him.

"It must be there!" He said firmly.

Is it in? So, she's not there? What would he do if she wasn't there?

The big hand clenched her slender hand hard, and she was in pain: "Wow! Fourth master, pain! ”

It just wants you to hurt, and the pain will make you remember clearly, remember tonight, remember your promise, remember me!

Qing'er, don't forget tonight, tonight's moonlight, tonight's osmanthus, tonight's you and me, and our agreement. He let go of his hand and gently stroked hers, which was a little red, a mark he had left behind.

A gust of wind passed, the osmanthus flowers all over the tree fluttered and fell, he wanted to hug her tightly, but she had already taken a step forward and stretched out her hands to catch the osmanthus flower, holding it, looking back at him and smiling.

He was heart-pounding at this moment, regretfully intoxicated, and she smiled back with her fingers in the rain of flowers, charming and charming. The grace of this osmanthus can not match her smile, the clear light between the world can not match her a retrospective, the night shines under her eyes, and the warmth ripples in her smile.

At this time, her beauty is only visible to him, and it belongs to him alone.

Her smile and her stillness belong only to him.

Walked under the tree, stretched out his arm to pluck a bunch of osmanthus flowers, and then, he approached her, took her hand, and wrapped the bunch around her middle finger. In the moonlight, the pale yellow flowers bloomed leisurely on her white fingers.

"Your hands are so cold!" He wrapped her hands in the palms of his own.

Hold the hand wrapped around the osmanthus, hold the hand that lingers with the fragrance, and hold the fragrance of the fingertips.

He stared at her intently, the childishness on her face had not yet faded, but her virtue had long been the demeanor of a hegemon. She leads the family of the rich, controls the business world, is handy, and is at ease, as if all this is a simple matter for her.

This delicate figure, the mind has long matured woman, since when began to occupy his heart, he can't tell, maybe it was when her girlfriend opened the first time she appeared in women's clothes, maybe it was her deeds bit by bit in his heart germination and then the period of clumsy growth, so that he who was ten years older than her could no longer underestimate her, no longer not pay attention to her, no longer dislike her, no longer forget her,. His heart fluttered for her, obsessed with her.

Since when he has been haunted by her dreams, and since when she has stayed in his heart, he can't say clearly, but he knows that she will be in his heart for the rest of his life, and he will never linger again.

"Qing'er, marrying into the royal family, are you so reluctant?"

"Hmm!" She whispered softly, but her tone was as cold as iron. "I've never thought about getting married, no matter where I marry or who I marry, I haven't thought about it, it's not what I want."

"What do you want? What do you want? Turning her body over to himself, he looked at her. If it was what she wanted, he would do his best to get it for her.

"Freedom! I just want to be free! Her eyes were looking at the sky, and the birds flew by. The bird is so nice that it can fly anywhere it wants, but I ,...... You can't go anywhere. The gloom in her eyes made him unbearable to look at.

"Freedom! Qing'er, the rarest thing in the heavenly family is freedom, I don't have it, and you won't have it. If I had, you would too. He sighed heavily, freedom! He really can't give it to her now, because he doesn't either.

"I must have it, I'd rather die without freedom!" Her teeth bit her lower lip.

Would you rather die without freedom? Would you rather die? Qing'er, don't say the word 'death', you said it too easily, but my heart hurts too much.

"Qing'er, I will definitely give you freedom!" His index finger touched her lips, rubbing his teeth. He secretly decided in his heart that he wanted to marry her, and only by marrying her could he give her freedom. As long as she belongs to him, he can give her freedom.

"I don't want the freedom given by others, I just want the freedom that belongs to me! I don't want to lose my freedom, and I can't lose my freedom either! ”

"Qing'er, you can't live without freedom, I, can't live without you. I will give you the freedom you want. Looking at Qing'er's figure that was getting farther away, kissing the garland with her body fragrance that had faded off her fingers, Yinzhen murmured in a low voice.