Winter goes to spring, and in a blink of an eye, it's another year.

In this year, Li Ruiqing still did not appear.

Everything is like a dream of Zhao Xiangling.

The last time Li Ruiqing appeared was ten years ago, and ten years ago, his appearance had been slowly blurred in Zhao Xiangling's mind.

Zhao Xiangling could only look at his appearance in the studio, but he couldn't remember one-thousandth of his demeanor.

She thought that if the time dragged on any longer, I was afraid that she would completely forget Li Ruiqing's appearance in the future, and rely on these portraits without any charm to imagine what kind of person Li Ruiqing was.

Zhao Xiangling leaned back on the recliner and listened to Zhao Shao and Sun Yan making trouble in the side room.

She smiled lightly, remembering the appearance of her and Li Ruiqing in the past. That's probably the case, but not so much.

At that time, she always looked for trouble with Li Ruiqing, and finally ended with Li Ruiqing's compensation.

Thinking of his childhood, Zhao Xiangling's mood improved.

Only in her memory, Li Ruiqing's appearance is vivid in her mind.

Lying on his back in a chair, the tyrant still asleep in his arms.

The tyrant is already an old cat. Its favorite place to sit now is Zhao Xiangling's knees.

Rubbing beside Zhao Xiangling, the tyrant licked his pink tongue and fell asleep quietly.

Turning his head and looking at the folds that had been dealt with around him, Zhao Xiangling rubbed his eyes and felt that it was very hard. She also wants to be a tyrant and sleep comfortably.

But she knew no. After more than ten years in charge of the southern kingdom, everything is now on the right track, and everything will be clear.

No matter how busy she is, she can't be so slack.

Getting up, Zhao Xiangling walked to the fold of the song, turned a few pages, but saw a white pear blossom inside.

She hadn't seen this plum blossom for a long, long time.

It is cold to the touch, not like a thing in the world.

Raising his head suddenly, Zhao Xiangling called out: "Celadon! Celadon! ”

Celadon heard the sound and hurried in.

"Your Majesty?" She asked.

Zhao Xiangling opened the pear blossom in his hand and showed her: "This is what you added?" ”

She looked at it before, and it didn't seem to have any of that.

In other words, this thing should not be clipped for a long time.

"It's not." Celadon looked at the thickness of the book, determined the location of the book, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, the book should be untouched." ”

Because too many people are not particular at all, they will loosen things up a lot.

On the bronze statue, there are many traces, most of them have been touched, and some people even desperately want to deduct them, trying to give them a little bit of something scraped inside.

"In other words, this pear blossom ran into it on its own?" Zhao Xiangling asked rhetorically.

Celadon hurriedly knelt down: "Your Majesty, they are so vigilant that you can't sleep peacefully." Therefore, they found a time, so as not to disturb Your Majesty, and not to hear the movement of others. ”

Zhao Xiangling brushed the pear blossom and smiled slightly.

Seeing flowers is like seeing people, and when Li Ruiqing appears next to her, it is not far away.

If he already has the ability to search for pear blossoms, why should he not see him?

Zhao Xiangling sighed, thoughtful. She suddenly said: "Celadon, I remember the pear blossoms outside, it doesn't seem to be blooming?" ”

If the pear tree is not blooming, I am afraid that it will soon attract the attention of others.

"Nope." Celadon replied in a decent manner, "There are still people in the palace who say that something bad has happened, and even the pear blossoms have been delayed for half a month before blooming." ”

In other words, the pear blossoms have not yet bloomed.

Zhao Xiangling looked at the pear blossom sandwiched in the page of the book, and laughed stupidly.

She got up and said, "In that case, I'll go and see for myself." ”

The late-blooming pear blossoms, the pear blossom bookmarks in the book, everything illustrates the fact that Li Ruiqing is about to return.

"Where are you going?" Celadon didn't understand what Zhao Xiangling meant.

Go to the Wutong Palace, or go to the study?

"Let's see." Zhao Xiangling said, "I always feel that there will be some chance." ”

For example, when I met Li Ruiqing.

She hurried to the pear blossom forest, but was still disappointed to see that there was nothing.

Empty. She was like a child abandoned in the middle of the road, overwhelmed and unable to believe her eyes.

Zhao Xiangling felt that he was about to be unable to withstand such a blow.

Ten years, ten whole years, she spent in pain and waiting.

Maybe it's really the same as Chen Zihan said, Li Ruiqing is really dead and will never come back.

Everything is just her fantasy, something that doesn't exist.

Stepping in the pear forest, Zhao Xiangling sighed silently.

No, it won't be an illusion.

Moreover, there are also Zhao Xiangwan who disappeared with Li Ruiqing.

Even if what I think of is an illusion, then these two people are the key.

Zhao Xiangling understands that his brother is no longer the same as before. When the knife entered his heart, it was not blood but light that flowed out, she understood this.

How could these things be her imagination?

The wind, Qi Qiran blew, blowing the corners of Zhao Xiangling's clothes, so that she couldn't help but raise her eyes.

The pear groves are still bare, there is nothing. Compared to the peach grove in front of the palace, this place is too deserted.

Every bare branch is like laughing at yourself, laughing at yourself for being empty in this life.

Lowering his eyes, Zhao Xiangling couldn't help crying.

Tears fell to the ground, shattered, and wiped everything out.

Crystal tears rolled down, the ground was dark, and the pear trees that grew on top began to draw and begin to grow flower bones.

Zhao Xiangling raised his eyes and looked at all this, pursing his lips without making a sound.

These pear trees were planted by her after Li Ruiqing's death, and I don't know how many there were, and I don't know what varieties they were.

It's just that these flowers are waiting for Li Ruiqing to suddenly appear next to her like that day.

Zhao Xiangling thought that it would be at night, but now, it was during the day.

Under the sun, thousands of pear blossom trees go from bare to long-leaved and long-flowered, in just a few breaths.

She saw thousands of pear blossoms blooming, and she also smelled the fragrance of pear blossoms in the air.

If all of this could be an illusion, it would be too realistic.

Zhao Xiangling smiled bitterly, and the tears in his eyes were not dry.

The sound of the piano came, faintly hidden in the pear blossoms, so that people could not tell where it was. Zhao Xiangling's eyes widened and he looked up, trying to find the person who played the piano.

She was all too familiar with the sound of the piano.

Except for Li Ruiqing, there is no one else, no other.

Walking briskly for a distance, I saw a person dressed in black, sitting on the treetops on his legs, looking at her from a distance, and raising a wine cup at her.

The wine is fragrant and fragrant, and it is a fine wine buried by Li Ruiqing under the pear tree.

The man, as he remembered it, made no difference.

The black clothes lined his face like jade, and his eyes were like water.

Jumping down from the treetops, he squeezed Zhao Xiangling's hand, put the wine cup in Zhao Xiangling's hand, and said with a smile: "Xiangling, I'm back." ”

The palms of his hands were slightly warm, and the corners of Zhao Xiangling's eyes moistened.