South of Youjiang is Jinyuan, and there is Mianhu Lake above Jinyuan.

The weather was gloomy, and the vast surface of the lake seemed to be covered with smoke, and the water vapor was so thick that it was impossible to see the edges. Separated by a high embankment, the road surface seems to be on the water. The car drove slowly on the road, the tires running over a puddle of water, and the water splashed.

Qingqian sat in the car, and there was a roaring sound of water discharge in his ears.

"Look at the road widening, guess how long it's been since we've been here?" The car was very lively, and along the way, Bian Shaoxian turned his head from the passenger seat from time to time and spoke to Qingqian.

"It's been almost seven or eight years!" Qing shallow retracted his gaze from the car window.

"No, it's six years. The year you graduated from high school was the last time we were here. Bian Shaoxian blurted out, correcting shallowness, his face full of excitement.

"Well, I remember that time when someone got drunk and had a mouth full of crazy talk." Qing Qian was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled. Bian Shaoxian looked for words all the way, but Qing Qian didn't understand his kindness. Although there is Bian Shaoxian's help, Qi Huo sits in the east. Qing Qian still felt uncertain. The second master of the Qi family is famous for his perverse personality in Jinyuan, and he will repay him.

"What's crazy? It's not you who poured me wine. Bian Shaoxian's face was slightly uncomfortable.

"Young Master Bian, what did you say?" The driver Xiaozhang has rarely seen a shallow face these days, and he is also busy asking Bian Shaoxian.

"If you want to know, go and ask your young lady." Bian Shaoxian's face was full of gloom, and his expression suddenly changed. He pretended to speak mysteriously to Xiao Zhang, but his face had turned to light, and he looked cunning.

"Bian Shaoxian." Although Bian Shaoxian's voice was not loud, it was shallow, but it had been heard. With a wave of his hand, the crumpled handkerchief narrowly brushed Bian Shaoxian's shoulder and rolled to the driver's platform in front.

"Tut-tut, the problem of smashing people really hasn't changed at all." Bian Shaoxian picked up the handkerchief while talking to himself, flicked the ashes, unfolded it, and a small piece of pale yellow was spread out on the palm of his hand, wrinkled. Iron it carefully on your hand and fold it.

Watching the handkerchief slowly flatten on Bian Shaoxian's broad palm, Qing Qian lost his mind for a while.

"Do you still want it?" Bian Shaoxian's hand handing over the handkerchief shook in front of his eyes, a faint touch of yellow, like smoke and mist.

The pale yellow half-arc swayed in front of me, still a familiar sound, but it felt extremely distant and blurry.

I still remember that it was June, and the heat was thick. Mianhu listens to the Tao Pavilion, a group of students climb high to play, a river outside the window is blue, the river is flat and the water is wide. Inside the building, toasts are staggered, frolicking.

"Shaoxian, the young lady is about to graduate, and I can't take care of you anymore. As compensation, one last wish is made to you. What do you want? Looking at the teenager who has always been playful on weekdays, he is drinking with his head bowed at this time. Qingqian crossed the noisy banquet and walked to Bian Shaoxian's side.

"When I grow up, I want to marry a young lady. Do you want it? Bian Shaoxian, who raised his head, already had red cheeks, but there was an inexplicable resolute light in his eyes.

"Good boy! Ambitious! The companions accompanying him heard Bian Shaoxian's drunken words, patted Shaoxian's shoulder vigorously, and laughed and praised.

Qingqian knew that Shaoxian was drunk and wanted to pull him out to breathe and sober up. Shaoxian sat on the stool, stubbornly looking at Qing Qian for an answer. Qing Qian only felt helpless; "Okay, I'll wait for you to marry, as long as you remember it when you wake up."

"It's all dirty, don't want it." The car had stopped, the light color was still shaking in front of her eyes, and Qing Qian only felt panicked, and hurriedly opened the car door and went down.

"If you don't want it, you don't want it." Bian Shaoxian saw that Qingqian's face was suddenly different, and he only thought that she was worried about the upcoming meeting and didn't think about it. Put away the handkerchief and get out of the car.

I got off the oil road and paced up the stone steps. In the mist, I saw the eaves raised at the corner of the Tao Pavilion hidden in the shadows of the trees, which seemed to be near and far away.

The stone steps go straight into the mountain, and gradually into the deep forest, the sky gets darker. It's October, the weather in the mountains is cool, and there is a layer of fallen leaves scattered on the steps, and the leather shoes step on it, and one or two pieces of fallen leaves get on the soles of the shoes. Turn a corner, and on one side of the stone steps is a murmuring sloping drape.

Bian Shaoxian looked at the fallen leaves on the soles of his shallow shoes and said; "You walk inside."

"Oh." The voice was light, his face did not change, and he walked closer to the mountain rock according to his words. My heart was beating again, when did the young sage, who had never been careless, become so careful and thoughtful.

The two walked along the stone steps for about half an hour, and wood hibiscus flowers could be faintly seen in the jungle on both sides of the stone steps. The further you go, the more flowers bloom. The ancient trees are gradually thinning, the sky is open, and on both sides of the long stone steps, there are rows of hibiscus flowers, yellow, white, pink, and red...... The stone steps are facing upwards, and the Pavilion can be seen upward.

Zhuyan Biwa is light, and Tingtao Pavilion has not been renovated for a long time. Looking up, there is a slight trend of decadence beyond the solemnity and lofty. The sky was gloomy, and the thick clouds were hanging low, as if they were about to oppress and swallow the Tingtao Pavilion. Qing Qian and Bian Shaoxian looked at each other, and the moment they reached the top was relaxed, but they were gradually replaced by the banquet they were about to deal with, and they gathered their strength and walked up the stairs.

They arrived early. October is a good time to eat crabs and chrysanthemums, and the crab roe shark fin in Tingtao Pavilion is a well-known dish far and wide. Every October, many dignitaries, wealthy businessmen and wealthy people will come here. Xu is sky was gloomy, and when he entered the pavilion, he found that there were only a few young men who came to Tingtao Pavilion to eat and enjoy today. Qing Qian and Bian Shaoxian were led to the top floor by their buddies and walked into the pavilion, and they couldn't help but be intimidated by the bright light in front of them.

The pavilion is full of chrysanthemum, the flowering period is just right, and the rich aroma is coming to the nose. The servants who were singing and waiting were already waiting in bright clothes, and they also wore a delicate yellow chrysanthemum on their sideburns. When Qingqian saw the yellow chrysanthemum, he felt strange in his heart. I just turned my head and tried to ignore the delicate flower.

Push open the carved wooden windows, and the scenery outside the building can be seen. The misty Mianhu Reservoir is the season of high water, and the lake water on the shore of the lake is submerged by the tree stump. There are experienced fishermen who are still fishing on the lake, and a few black spots are parked on the bow of the boat, perhaps the cormorants that help the fishermen catch fish. Beyond the twilight and dreary, the mountains and forests of Qianmo. In the distance, Jinyuan City can be vaguely distinguished.

Standing in such a high position, with the heavy and solid wooden floor under your feet, and the sound of the wind whirring by your ears. The shallow heart is an unprecedented vanity, just like the ethereal clouds and smoke on the Mianhu Lake.

"You shouldn't be worried about the money for this table, right?" Bian Shaoxian slapped Qingqian's shoulder with one hand, with a smile on his face and a slight wrinkle on his nose.

"Yes! However, this is Qi Shao's pomp. smiled lightly, knowing that Bian Shaoxian intended to dismiss her. Take a look at dozens of pots of chrysanthemums on the shelves with ink lotus, see mountains in spring, green peonies...... make a writ of reflection; "Well, when the feast is over, I'll have to move the flowers home."

"And where do I sit?" Shaoxian was surprised.

"You? I heard that this Tingtao Pavilion also arranges accommodation. Qing smiled slyly.

"Woman......" Bian Shaoxian glanced at Qing Qian viciously, and was about to speak, when the outer leather shoes stepped on the floor, and the voice of the guy greeting people was coming.

Qing Qianran's already loose body couldn't stop tensing up again. Bian Shaoxian glanced at Qing Qian soothingly, and hurriedly walked towards the position by the door, and Qing Qian also followed closely behind.