It was on this day that Sun Ce met his destined person.

When the autumn leaves in front of Qiao's court swept over the stone steps, the flowers and trees gradually faded into intensity. In the midst of this withered world, behind the simple and unpretentious dark door, only a slender figure is still fresh, as if it is outside the season, dancing with vigorous and beautiful vitality.

Just like when Zhou Yu first saw Sima Xian that day. Sun Ce was also after knocking on the door, and was disturbed by the beautiful scenery that came to open the door. The girl was born dignified and peugeot, her exquisite and small facial features seemed to be condensed by the spring rain, and her eyebrows and eyes were all graceful and graceful water spirits that belonged to the Jiangnan girl. She blinked at Sun Ce, who was stunned, and her fair cheeks quietly turned red at some point. When Qiao Gong behind him coughed slightly, the girl hurriedly saluted and greeted the guests, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to get hot water for the father and a few young guests who had returned from afar to make tea.

Sun Ce scratched his head, bowed his head embarrassedly under the playful gazes of Zhou Yu and Sima Xian, and followed Qiao Gong into the door.

Qiao Gong's eldest daughter, A Ying, has long been a well-known beauty in Anhui County.

Boiling the hot water, she neatly made tea for her father and a few guests. Between the fragrance of tea, the face of the girl behind the white mist is like a volume of Tibetan poems, hazy and delicate. Sun Ce looked away a little embarrassed, but his small movements were in everyone's eyes.

Sima Xian couldn't help but laugh and quietly pulled Zhou Yu's sleeve: "Gong Jin, can you hear the sound of the beginning of love?" ”

"I heard it, I really didn't think that the stupid goose would also lead the neck." Zhou Yu forcibly hid the smile on his lips, but when he looked up, he saw Sun Ce glaring at him silently, so he followed his gaze with seven points of banter and three points of feigned anger, and glared back unto be outdone.

The young but sensible Qiao Ying put the teacups in front of everyone in order. When serving new tea to Sun Ce, her movements were a little clumsy, but a pair of dexterous childish hands were a little sluggish at the moment, like autumn leaves loving branches, and like a wanderer who wants to stay.

Qiao Ying seems to be younger than all of them, and her lowered eyebrows seem to be danqing ink pens, drawing a gentle and lovely ladylike appearance. Sun Ce used to look at beautiful girls without restraint, and he also remembered that in the past, those young ladies who hid behind the lattice window to peek at him in Shouchun were not many beautiful and beautiful. But at that time, he just smiled in return with an ordinary and calm smile, just like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. But now, he didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at Qiao Ying, who was close at hand. This was not due to the fact that Qiao Ying's father was nearby, but more like an instinctive reaction.

Sun Ce didn't dare to look at it, but Sima Xian, who was a woman, dared. She not only dared to watch it, but also dared to see enough for Sun Ce.

Sima Xian is naturally heroic, although she is clear and beautiful, she is a beauty who is almost romantic like a horse. And Qiao Ying is like a white deer in the forest, gentle and gentle, beautiful without aggression. If she stays a few more years old, and when time puts on a few mature women's charms, she will definitely be even more captivating. Sima Xian looked at Qiao Ying, more like admiring the handicrafts created by the hands of nature.

Seeing Qiao Ying's back drift away, Sima Xian came back to his senses and glanced at Sun Ce, whose cheeks were flushed. Qiao Gong, as the master, coughed lightly, and Sun Ce hurriedly pretended to be idle and picked up the teacup and poured it violently.

"Hey, be careful—"

Everyone didn't have time to stop it, and watched Sun Ce take the hot tea he had just brewed into his mouth.

The air stood still in that moment.

About the time it took for a leaf to fall from the branch, Sun Ce felt his tongue boiling.

Out of instinct, he squirted out the tea in his mouth with a "poof", and the splashing water droplets sprayed directly on the face of Zhou Yu, who was sitting opposite him.

In Qiao Gong's hearty laughter, Sima Xian hurriedly took out a silk handkerchief from the bottom of his sleeve to wipe the water stains on Zhou Yu's face and neckline. She saw Sun Ce holding his head and coughing, and saw the expression on Zhou Yu's face that dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, so she couldn't help but hold his shoulders and laugh with Qiao Gong.

"If Bo Fu sees Ying'er and talks to me directly. Why pretend that nothing happens? Poor Gongjin suffered a cup of tea in vain. Qiao Gong stroked his beard and teased, which made Zhou Yu laugh and couldn't help but look at Sun Ce, who had just recovered from coughing.

is so out of shape when you first arrive, and you will definitely be disliked by others. But Qiao Gong is quite fond of the temperament of these three little friends, as if he saw his former self from their youth and vitality. Now he is wandering in the troubled times, and walking on thin ice on the temple, he has lost the flamboyant and enthusiastic youthful heart of the past. Over the years, Qiao Rui has been physically and mentally exhausted from the crusade under Yuan Shu, and it is difficult to see such a vivid face in the barracks.

Perhaps it will not be long before they will bury their youth and frivolity in the chaos of war, just like themselves. At least for the moment, it's all wonderful.

As far as Qiao Gong is concerned, if his beloved daughter Qiao Ying can form a marriage with such a young man with such a true temperament in the future, it will not be a bad thing to think about it.

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Qiao Ying sat alone in the backyard in a daze, and for some reason the figure of the young man kept appearing in front of her.

He looked better than the portrait, she thought. In the past, there were painters selling portraits on the streets of Anhui County, and one of them was the legendary son of Sun Ce, who lived in Shouchun. He was beautiful and charming in the portrait, Qiao Ying couldn't help but pull her sister to take a few more looks, she never thought that she could really see this son today.

When he looked at himself, his bright eyes were full of narrowness, which ...... What does that mean?

Qiao Ying was so engrossed that she didn't even hear her young sister shouting at her beside her, until her sister reached out and pinched her face, and she eased up as if she had woken up.

"Sister, what are you thinking?" Qiao Wan sat down beside her, blinking a pair of curious eyes.

Qiao Ying shook her head. She knew what her father had come back for, and she knew that she and her sister were about to leave their hometown to live a life of exile. This time, whether it is the mountains and rivers of Jiangdong or the picturesque son of the Sun family, he may never be seen again.

"If you don't say it, I know, are they the two beautiful brothers who came to the house today? Which do you prefer? Wan'er thinks that the white-skinned brother is better-looking, but there seems to be a beautiful sister by his side......"

"Wan'er, you...... Where were you hiding and peeking? ”

"No, no, they're not there."

Qiao Wan grinned and stretched out her hand towards the courtyard door. Qiao Ying looked at her fingertips, and the three people who had been sitting in the hall before were now standing behind the door looking at them.

Zhou Yu quietly pushed Sun Ce's back, and whispered a little helplessly. Sun Ce hesitated for a long time, as if he hadn't figured out how to phrase it, and never dared to step forward. Seeing this, Sima Xian didn't say anything, but silently took two steps back, raised his leg and kicked Sun Ce's waist hard, kicking him in front of Qiao Ying.

"Sima Xian—"

Sun Ce just wanted to have a seizure, but when he turned his head, he saw Zhou Yu and Sima Xian glaring at him, and hurriedly turned back and hurriedly saluted Qiao Ying.

"What's that...... Miss Qiao, you ......" The draft that Sun Ce had just typed in his abdomen seemed to be completely useless for a while. Once he met Qiao Ying's eyes, his late-blooming nature in terms of emotions was exposed. "You...... Will you return to Anhui County in the future? I mean, if you come back......"

"Maybe I can go back, maybe I can't." Qiao Ying looked at Sun Ce and replied seriously.

Sun Ce understood. In this troubled world, a woman like Qiao Ying is like duckweed. However, it rises and falls with the wind, and there is no right to choose.

He is also sometimes glad that he is the son of the Sun family, and he can freely choose where to go and when to return it.

"Ah, that's right, I see." Sun Ce smiled a little wistfully, and finally calmly looked at Qiao Ying's calm and soft eyes like autumn water.

It is the first sight of the heart, or it can be the end of fate.

Sun Ce understands.

In the brief silence, the tranquility in Qiao Ying's eyes quietly trembled. It seems to be a butterfly fluttering its wings, pulling a ray of life in the silent autumn night.

“…… But if the son wants, the little girl will definitely return. ”

When the butterflies dance, the apricot blossoms of thousands of trees will return to season.

"Really, really? That's it! ”

Sun Ce happily stretched out his hand to her. Qiao Ying carefully covered her fingers, and the tenderness and pity from her fingertips made her heart throb uncontrollably.

Sun Ce laughed heartily like a child, and she giggled too.

The autumn breeze came late.

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Coming out of Duke Qiao's mansion, it was time for Zhou Yu to deliver a letter for his mother again.

Sun Ce had already returned to Shu County first, saying that there was still something at home, so he didn't wait for them to go back together. In this way, Zhou Yu was somewhat idle and led Sima Xian to find his way. It's said to be wayfinding, but it's more like wandering around with a purpose. The streets of Anhui County are more deserted than those of Shu County, and there are few pedestrians on the road, only the fallen leaves are lonely and drifting, and they are pulled by the wind and fall into the back collar. The young man took the girl's hand and asked every passer-by on the street about their homes.

Sima Xian looked at Zhou Yu's silhouette and felt that his serious and meticulous appearance was extraordinary, so he looked at it a little more distractedly. As soon as Zhou Yu turned her head, she stared straight at her gaze, she didn't hide, she only bent her eyes into a crescent moon with tenderness, and she was so clear and frank that she was embarrassed.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Zhou Yu asked, but the moment the tail fell, he felt that this question was somewhat familiar.

"Because Gong Jin is good-looking." Sima Xian's smile was as bright as the rising sun.

Zhou Yu suddenly remembered that such a scene had been staged once upon a time. At that time, they had not known each other for a long time, and they were playing the piano next to the cliff where the still water was flowing in spring. The sound of strings under Zhou Yu's hand echoed the time, and the smoke wiped Sima Xian's eyes again and again. She looked at him, her gaze clear.

Zhou Yu raised her hand to cover her hair, not as restrained as she was that day.

"You girl."

He smiled softly, his voice soft and gentle.