The quarter moon is obscured on both sides by deep and light clouds. At night, the sky is stained with a thin and shallow background. The drizzle was somewhat soft and sharp under the moon. Dyed with the light that leaked from the sycamores. Scattered on Meng Hui's blue and white clothes.

He didn't have an umbrella. The look on his face was the same as this rain. Faintly. I don't see joy and anger. It's just that he has always been clean, and he let his plain clothes drag across the muddy ground. Sycamore leaves fell on the body. Neither did he stretch out his hand to brush it away.

Dark green to near-black boots step into shallow stagnant water. He's still the same as before. Slow down. Go ahead.

"Your Excellency. This is a draft prepared by Zhou Shilang overnight. Please take a look at it. ”

Meng Hui waved his hand slightly. To the man, "Got it." I took a short walk and went in to review it. You just put it on the table in my study. ”

It is related to the appropriation of funds for the southern flood and other civil affairs drafts. Meng Hui became the head of the household department a few days ago. The official worships a product. Suddenly became a new upstart in the government and the opposition.

This is a blessing thanks to Princess Qiyun. Once in the palace. Fifteen-year-old Princess Qiyun named him to be a colt. He politely declined. The Tao has not yet made a contribution. Don't start a family. Princess Qiyun begged the emperor to give Meng Hui a big official. The emperor didn't know if he was dizzy or had ulterior motives. actually gave him the title of a high-ranking official in the household department.

His father was the prime minister. The power is tilted towards the opposition. And he became a good book. The supreme arrogance of a person with great power.

Tang Yingzhuo. He is going to put his own country. To the Meng family.

And the price of such a high authority. It is Meng Hui who will marry Princess Qiyun in the near future.

Count. Crowned salute. He should also take on the responsibility of marrying a wife and having children. Father sixtieth. Big brother depressed. There is also Tang Li who needs to be addressed. He had to take all the blame.

The rain fell finely and densely on his sideburns. on the eyebrows. Moyu's eyes are like washing. Soggy. It's like a layer of tears in the air. Eyes down. Eyelash coverage. His face. Shrouded in half-light and half-darkness of the moonlight.

Slowly came to the lotus pond. There is a lotus flower that may bloom late. This is the time to bloom. A blushy white. The wind is blowing. Bathed in the moonlight, the pink and white fluttered under the umbrella.

The flowers are as white as jade. It reflects the light blue color of the lotus leaves. A small drop of rain flowed down the periphery of the petals. It's like a white pearl from the bottom of a girl's eyes. Rub past the pointed chin. Drop by drop. Frail. Clean. Lovely.

Meng Hui's heart. Suddenly, it tightened.

He crouched down. Look at the lotus flower.

I remember a girl. Clever. Clean. Doesn't cry often. When crying. Partial and weak. With a stubbornness of forbearance. Be quiet. Don't stir up dust.

She's a bit cunning. A bit fickle. Sometimes. And a little bit ruthless. She didn't come out of the mud without staining. But he knew. Her heart is soft. Yearn for cleanliness. Laughing. It's so bright and cute.

He maybe. I really don't love her enough. At least. Can't love her all. He loved her sunny purity. But I just remember. She is the woman of the land of fireworks.

He thought. Any normal man. I can't stand the fact that my wife is an unclean woman. I can't stand it either. She and others. There was an unforgettable childhood sweetheart.

He is selfish. He admitted. He only hopes. Her past. Right now. Future. Only him. Someone else stepped in. That's a mess of muddy water.

So calculate. So doubtful. So be on guard.

So. She finally left.

The rain was getting heavier. Rain drops fall on lotus leaves. Intermittent. It's like a flute out of tune.

So. Just accept another woman. The man was a princess. Golden branches and jade leaves. The family is noble and innocent. She and him. It should be a good match.

Just in the heart. Why is there still a clear sadness? Can't get rid of it. Can't get around.

He looked at the white lotus. The vision is a little blurry. Lingyang's courtyard came to mind. There. There used to be a bloom of apricot blossoms. There are also all kinds of enchanting peonies.

She tucked her fingers into his hair. Give him a massage that is not light or heavy.

She leaned over. Occasionally asked him a slightly silly question. He patted her head with a book. She looked at him with a feigned disgust.

Pull the book out of his hand while he's not looking. She frowned at him: "Read books all day long." Nor do I take a break. Don't be short-sighted yet. ”

The spring is cold. It was windy at night. She dressed him in a white light coat. The slightly petite body leaned against his chest. Stand on tiptoe. Tie him with a white coat. He could smell her breathing. Gentle. A little fragrant.

Raindrops fell on the shoulders of his plain clothes. Sycamore leaves sway gently in the wind. Fan a little lotus fragrance.

The rain fell down the contours of Meng Hui's graceful face. His hair was wet from the rain. on the eyelashes. It's also like a lotus leaf. Stained with rain and dewdrops.

Long. Meng looked back at the lotus flower. Suddenly. He smiled.

If it's her. Seeing him drenched in rain. I'm sure I'll be holding an umbrella over him. Then he angrily said something to him about how he didn't take care of his body.

Lotus boat. She's such a girl.

Strong. Decisive. Intelligent. Forbear. Meantime. Smart. Delicate. Bright. Soft again.

Why when she left. She's good. It's going to be so vivid. Why is there at the time. Because of that ridiculous hurdle in my heart. and refuse to cherish.

But for a moment. The rain was getting heavier.

An umbrella head appears in the sky. World. Suddenly it warmed up.

Meng Hui turned his head with some surprise. And then. It's getting cold inch by inch. Flame in the eyes. Nearly extinguished.

He was delusional. How could she be here.

In front of me was the face of a subordinate. Although we see each other every day. But because I didn't pay attention to it. Almost unfamiliar.

The subordinate said with a little flattery: "Young master." It's raining. The little ones are afraid that you will get cold. Hold an umbrella for you. ”

Meng Hui stood up. The man seemed to be explaining something. He replied to Meng: "This lotus leaf is a small matter. Master, your body is the most important thing. ”

Meng Hui seemed to remember something. Look back. Sure enough, I found that the white lotus flower that bloomed just right had been lost under the impact of the rain. Petals are scattered. With the surging pool water. Little by little, drifting away.

Like, yes. The past that will never come back.

Meng Hui's eyes. It's a deep silence that has never been seen before. He rudely grabbed the man by the collar: "Who told you to come and hold an umbrella for me?" I told you to take care of the pool. Are you deaf. Shall I have your useless ears cut off? ”

The man was so frightened that he wanted to kneel. However, Meng Hui clutched his collar tightly and did not loosen it. He couldn't get up on his knees. He begged for mercy and said, "It's all a small fault." Young master, raise your noble hand and spare the little one. ”