In spring, the weather is not so cold.

Sima Xian stretched out his hand from the corridor towards the courtyard, and a drop of dew fell along the eaves, blooming into a six-petal flower on his fingertips. The spring is warm, and the bare branches in the courtyard also secretly sprout new sprouts, small and delicate, and from a distance it is like a few drops of thin green between the landscape paintings. The light sunlight swept through the morning mist, and it was poured into his hands, and his fingers were warm and cool.

Although it is still a little cold, the spring in Wen County is really coming.

Sima Xian put his five fingers together and looked at the blue sky in the distance through his fingers. It was a cloudless day, and the sky was a somewhat reserved pale blue color, as subtle and gentle as it had been seen before. She remembered the boy who had looked at the blue sky side by side with her, and remembered that he had put on a coat with body temperature for herself at the same time, and her smile was as bright as the rising sun. She stretched her fingers slowly, and the scenery between her fingers was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, interlacing with faint and blurred ghosts. And the appearance of that young man reappeared in front of her eyes like a dream.

"Gong Jin......" Sima Xian's hand froze in mid-air, and he whispered to himself in a daze.

“…… Sister? ”

The young man's smile suddenly dissipated like a mist, and Sima Xian came back to his senses, only to see Sima Yi standing in front of her with a puzzled face. He stood under the eaves with his hands copied, the spring water scattered from the eaves of Daiwa quietly dripped on his shoulders, and the tail of his eyebrows seemed to be wet with morning dew. Sima Xian lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. In a trance, she mistook Sima Yi for someone else. It was obviously a face that was not very similar, but she looked ten percent consistent, and even her eyes were moist and hot at the moment.

"What's wrong with my sister?"

"Nothing." Sima Xian retracted his mind, hid the corners of his eyes, and looked at Sima Yi's eyes and became heroic and solemn.

"Gong Jin, is it the word 'he'?" As soon as the words came out, Sima Yi felt a sharp look in his eyes like a flying knife. He just avoided it quietly, and continued as casually and naturally as if he had dusted off his sleeves: "I also want to hear what the eldest sister has seen and heard in Lujiang—I want to know what happened to the eldest sister in the past two years and who she has met. ”

"If you want to know, why don't you leave for Lujiang to visit your uncle now, and he will tell you in detail." Sima Xian didn't know who to be angry with and left. The blue wind at the bottom of his sleeve swept the tip of his nose, like the sharpness of a knife, but Sima Yi didn't hide, only walked forward with a smile.

"Eldest sister doesn't want to say it, then don't say it, just don't be angry."

Sima Xian pretended to be angry, and walked briskly in the corridor without saying a word. The corridors of the old house are winding and winding, and they are as long as a labyrinth in a dream. Sima Xian walked ahead like a fly, and the soles of his feet gave birth to a magnificent wind. Sima Yi followed her around three or five times, and walked straight until her cheeks were hot and her back was dripping with sweat. He was about to slow down his pace and rest for a while, but when he looked up, he saw that the eldest sister's figure was still steady and light, not at all like the delicate and fragile of an ordinary daughter.

"Chief, eldest sister......" Sima Yi was defeated, raised the back of his hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, "Where are you going?" After a long time at home, I really can't keep up. ”

Sima Xian stopped and turned around, his smile shining in the morning sun was bright and bright, and it was mixed with three points of cunning as before. She walked straight towards Sima Yi, her toes were like dragonflies dotting water, and she was growing lotus step by step.

"I'll let you learn some boxing and kick kung fu earlier. Even if you don't become a martial artist, you can still strengthen your body to some extent. Sima Xian flicked his sleeves, set off a breeze and swept his hair, and there was a faint sound of cracking silk in the air, "You only have to walk seven or eight times a day." After many years, it will not be as weak as it is now. ”

"Sister, don't look at me as tall, I'm only thirteen......"

"You're so tall, what's the matter of age?" Sima Xian raised his fingers, with a gentle smile on his face, and slowly poked at Sima Yi's head. This poke taught him to cry out in pain, and he couldn't help but cover his forehead and staggered back two steps. As if he couldn't believe that Shicai's gentle poke had such great strength, Sima Yi raised his eyes to look at her in horror, only to feel that the dignified and gentle face revealed terrifying cunning everywhere.

"Eldest sister, when did your hand become so strong? …… It hurts. Sima Yi closed his eyes, covered his forehead with both hands and rubbed it uncontrollably, his immature facial features wrinkled together, and the corners of his closed eyes seemed to ooze crystal tears.

“…… Does it really hurt that much? Let me see. Sima Xian hurriedly stepped forward, his previous smile dissipated in an instant, and a faint worry surfaced on his face. Originally, I just wanted to tease him, and I didn't use any strength, how could it hurt so much? It would be bad if he was hurt because of that. She frowned and went to pull Sima Yi's hand away, wanting to see his forehead clearly, but in an instant, Sima Yi grabbed both wrists with his backhand, and then crashed into his still young and childish but warm embrace.

Sima Xian was shocked and hurriedly wanted to break free, but was hugged more tightly by this child who was as tall as himself. She had a hunch that he seemed to have something to say, but she couldn't help but shout first, "Zhongda, you-"

"Eldest sister, don't be frightened, Zhong Da doesn't have the slightest thought about her sister. However, there are many domestic servants coming and going here, and it is inevitable that there will be some gossip when they see it. Sima Yi slowly let go of her hands and looked at her smile as clear and clear as the rising sun in Wenxian County: "Come with me." ”

He took Sima Xian's hand and quietly led her to a corner at the back of the house that no one cared about. Sunlight and rain are impenetrable, and it is dark and damp, with years of moss crowding out from the cracks in the rocks, fluffy like reeds, and sticky like pit vipers. Sima Yi was afraid that Sima Xian would slip, so he grabbed her palm tightly, and he felt the wet stickiness of sweat faintly coming from his fingertips.

"Eldest sister, listen to me." Sima Yi spoke in a deep voice, his tone was gentle, but mixed with a little unquestionable calmness: "You have always been Zhongda's beloved relative. I don't want anyone to hurt my eldest sister, so I'll always be by your side. ”

Similar words seemed to have been heard once upon a time. A completely different sound seems to be yesterday, but it is like a world away.

He must have known something.

Sima Xian was not surprised. She looked at Sima Yi seriously, pulled her hand out from his palm, and raised her finger to brush away the broken hair on her brother's forehead. A few strands of delicate forehead hair were soaked with sweat, and the wet wet skin clung to the white skin. The young man's face was much more mature and handsome than usual, and his slanted eyebrows were as sharp as those of a falcon, but his eyes were still sincere and hot.

It was the first time she looked at her brother like this, and there was no fluctuation in her eyes, she just looked at him as if she had agreed with him, and a subtle smile loomed at the corner of her lips.

"I understand." Sima Xian seemed to have understood everything a long time ago, and only patted Sima Yi's shoulder indifferently, which made him a little at a loss. "It's just, you don't have to blame your big brother."

"Don't blame him?" Sima Yi's eyes widened in disbelief, "Eldest sister, don't you blame him?" ”

Sima Xian shook his head slightly, and his eyes looking at him were still unwavering. Sima Yi couldn't see through these eyes as deep as the sea, and the tranquility contained in them was how true and false it was. He has been very intelligent since he was a child, and he can understand everything at a glance, like the sister who raised him. It's just that Sima Yi has always been accustomed to being restrained, and always makes an innocent and dull appearance to cover up his extraordinary talent and cleverness. He thought that this would be able to hide from everyone, that as long as he avoided all the edges, no one would notice his intelligence.

But he forgot that although he and Sima Xian were not compatriots, they were very similar.

All the intelligence he had hidden from outsiders was in her eyes.

And the city where she is hidden deep in his heart, he doesn't know it.

Sima Yi felt that Sima Xian's calm and gentle eyes staring at him at the moment were very similar to the expression of his eldest brother Su Ri looking at him. She has the same gentle and upright appearance as Sima Lang, but her heart is as dark and deep as Sima Yi. Even if it's just a stone's throw away, it's like the end of the world; She was as pure and vigorous as a horse, but as fierce as a lone wolf—so difficult to analyze.

Who can read such a woman, and who can control it?

"If you talk about grievances, it's not without it. It's just that instead of lamenting about the irreparable all day long, it's better to go along with reality. There will be a lot of time. Sima Xian lowered his eyes and grabbed Sima Yi's arm through his clothes: "Zhongda, you are more mature than I thought. It's just a matter of feelings, and you still have to wait until you are older to understand. I can't give up Gongjin, and I don't want to make my father and eldest brother sad, naturally because of you here. It is my own choice to go home, and in the final analysis, I can't blame others. However, you said that you would stand with me at all times, and my sister was very happy. ”

Sima Yi bit his lip gently. Although he was young and precocious, he still had many things to understand. For example, even if he listened to it like this, he didn't quite understand why his sister, who should have hatred, didn't even complain about his eldest brother.

It's just that he is bent on protecting her.

This wish of the teenager can never be wrong.

"Have you finished what Zhongda wants to say?" Sima Xian smiled warmly, as if the wound had never bloomed in his heart: "In this case, I will go to my brother first." ”

"What are you looking for big brother to do?"

"He said it was for me. I was supposed to go a long time ago, but you delayed it for a while and almost forgot. ”

"Pseudonymph ......" Sima Yi lowered his head and thought for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something. His eyes lit up, and then he grabbed Sima Xian's sleeve, and his eyes were as smart as if a star had fallen: "Eldest sister, take me, I'll go with you!" ”

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Sima Lang sat in the study, repeatedly figuring out the ink on the paper.

Under the inkstone on the side, there is a whole pile of white paper decorated with ink marks. My father once carefully explained that it was a great pity that Sima Xian's ceremony was not held in time, and this letter must be liked by her, and it must be worthy of her character. Although Sima Lang is familiar with poetry and history, he doesn't know how to draft the woman's seal, so he simply drafts a few to be selected first, and asks her to get it herself.

He thought about it a lot, and he also figured out what kind of seal Sima Xian would like. She likes orchid and bamboo, she is comfortable and elegant, and her artistic conception is light, maybe she will like words like "Qingwan" and "Tan Yuan" - no, this is a little too soft, right? The end of the pen was against his lips, and Sima Lang frowned and shook his head. Like Sima Xian, who has studied martial arts, in addition to reciting poems and playing the piano, she also likes to hunt, and the seal that is too light will not suit her heart. But if you say a more proud word, it is not as beautiful as everyone's ladies, and it is not very good, and she doesn't like it either.

Sima Lang flipped through the scroll in his hand and smiled self-deprecatingly. I've been reading books in the Taixue Hall for so many years, but now I can't even draw up a seal, so I'm really going to laugh and be generous.

"Big brother, here."

Sima Lang raised his head and saw Sima Xian, who was standing at the door holding Sima Yi with one hand, his eyebrows were cold, and his eyes showed a little tiredness. Since Lujiang came back, her words have been much less, and she can't be energetic about anything.

"If you come, come in. You have always been like this in the past. ”

Sima Xian was noncommittal to his words, but bowed his head respectfully, and stepped forward to sit next to the desk. Sima Yi behind him was trying to follow, but suddenly heard Sima Lang behind the table say without raising his eyes: "Zhongda." Whoever let you in, get out. ”

"Big brother—" Sima Yi reluctantly lengthened his voice. The young man's voice had not changed, and he pulled the still immature tail note into a milky voice: "Why have you been so fierce lately, where have I offended you." ”

"I'm talking to your sister, what are you going to do? Get out and get out. ”

Sima Xian casually snatched the pen from Sima Lang's hand, and put away the pile of waste paper neatly: "I brought Zhongda here." It's not something he can't hear, but it's coming, so what? ”

Sima Lang looked at her and sighed faintly: "My family Ah Xian has grown up. Well, let Zhongda sit. ”

Hearing this, Sima Yi happily sat on the other side of the desk. He saw Sima Xian on the opposite side next to the window lattice, and the sunlight poured down from behind her, outlining her emaciated outline brightly, but only the beautiful and cold face was buried in the shadows.

Sima Lang picked up the freshly written paper from the case and handed it to Sima Xian. Sima Yi stretched his neck to look, and was gently patted on the head by him.

"These are the words that the eldest brother just thought of for you, see if you like what you want."

Sima Xian only glanced at it, then put down the paper in his hand and smiled lightly. Her smile was emotionless, but at a certain moment, Sima Lang saw a faint banter and contempt swept through it.

"Big brother, can you make me make my own words?" Sima Xian's eyes were completely unwavering. Except for the curvature of the bottom of the eyes and the corners of the lips, there is no smile at all.

Sima Lang still remembers how lively and pure she was when she smiled and stood on tiptoe around her neck when she was a child. At that time, the smile was like a newly blooming red plum on the branches, and she was a flower blooming in the cold and frozen ground. Even a few months ago, when she said goodbye to Zhou Yu with tears in her eyes, how real and gentle her face was at that moment.

But now, she is clearly smiling to herself, but there is no sporadic light in her eyes.

"When it comes to mimetic characters, it should also be the father and brother who call the shots." Sima Lang was silent for a while, and finally spoke stiffly.

When he said this, he always looked at Sima Xian's eyes as silent as stagnant water. His eyes were dull and dull in the shadows, and there seemed to be no surprise when he heard his words. She snorted from under her nose and closed her eyes as if disappointed. Sima Yi on the side looked at the angular side face of his eldest brother, and felt that he seemed to be like a knife that was too blunt to be used anymore. Obviously, there is no sharp edge, but it hurts to cut on people. Even the scattered rust that fell from the blade of the knife pierced the skin with a painful pain. He felt worthless for his sister, and was about to say something, but he saw Sima Lang reach out and cover her white fingers.

"It's just that it's up to you to decide." Sima Lang's voice was soft, like the first new rain in March.

A hint of surprise flashed in Sima Xian's eyes, and he quickly regained his composure. Even if it was only for a moment, Sima Lang also caught the flickering gratitude that flashed in that moment.

She picked up a piece of paper and dipped her brush in fresh ink. The silky tip of the pen writes smoothly on the paper, and every stroke is swaying with bold determination, as if I already have the answer in my heart.

When Sima Xian was writing, he remembered that Gu Yao had said that he had asked his parents for a simulacrum that was quite right with his sweetheart.

Although she was unmoved at that time, she could not say that she was not envious.

She once praised Zhou Yu's excellent handwriting. is upright and strong, and Huai Jin holds Yu. The gentleman has more virtues, such as cutting and learning, such as grinding.

After writing two words, a piece of rice paper is firmly occupied. Sima Xian slowly put down the pen, and the bamboo pen made the sound of Qingyue on the table. When she handed the paper to Sima Lang, her hands were obviously shaking.

Sima Lang took the paper, and his stretched brow furrowed slightly.

The eldest brother's figure was too tall, and Sima Yi couldn't see what was written on the paper. He peeked from the back, but saw Sima Xian, who was a little lacking in finger power on weekdays, and the words written at this time were clear through the back of the paper, even if he looked backwards.

Jiayan.

The deep meaning of this could not be more obvious.

Sima Lang put down the rice paper and looked at Sima Xian indifferently: "I don't remember that you liked jade things in the past. If I remember correctly, you said that you love craggy mountain stones more than carved jade. ”

Sima Xian didn't speak, and the three of them knew each other about it, and there was no need for any explanation.

Sima Yi leaned forward slightly, looking at these two words with interest. Then he suddenly stroked his palms and sighed repeatedly: "The word proposed by the eldest sister is excellent!" ”

"Naturally excellent. It's just that what's so good, I'm afraid everyone thinks differently. Sima Lang smiled slightly and looked at Sima Xian with some playfulness.

"What the eldest brother said is good. According to Zhongda, this word should interpret the meaning of 'Jiade Yixing, Yan Yan Ronghua'. Sima Yi propped his head, stretched out his hand against the paper and explained word by word: "The words that the eldest brother drafted for the eldest sister, Zhong Da Fang also glanced at it a few times. Most of them are a general reflection of my sister's personality or preferences. And the reason why the word Jiayan is good is precisely because the eldest sister's appearance and virtue are first-class, so naturally this word should be worthy of her. ”

Sima Lang looked at him with some surprise. After thinking about it for a while, he seemed to laugh helplessly.

"Well, that's what you sister and brother are used to." Sima Lang smiled and picked up the books and rice paper that were all over the table: "From now on, Ah Xian will also be a woman from a family with a seal." ”

Sima Xian was a little at a loss for a while, and seemed to instinctively set his hasty gaze on Sima Yi. She saw the boy sitting on the other side of the desk, and nodded to her without a trace.

“…… Eldest brother. Sima Xian hesitated to speak, and there was a slight gasp at the end of his voice:

"Thank you."

The face shrouded in the gloom now revealed a star light that was enough to shatter the darkness.