She was puzzled, but she heard a sudden sound of footsteps behind her, and she immediately turned her head vigilantly.

In the smoke, a man with a long figure walked slowly towards her.

His white shirt with cuffs pulled up to his arms, revealing healthy wheat-colored skin, and black trousers wrapped around his two long slender legs.

The man's face was like jade, under his handsome long eyebrows, a pair of narrow peach blossom eyes were shining, and he looked at Qian Jiao's eyes, with a deep starlight, as if he wanted to drown her in that deep depth.

She remembered that these peach blossom eyes were the man she peeked at last night, the man sitting at the desk under the candlelight.

Qian Jiao hurriedly shook her head vigilantly, not daring to look at the man again.

The man also seemed to see Qian Jiao's wariness of him, and when he was still a meter away from her, he stopped.

A smile appeared in the narrow peach blossom eyes, raised the neatly folded clothes in his hand, and hooked his lips to Qian Jiao and said: "Last night, I saw that your clothes were sweaty, and it was inconvenient to help you change your clothes, and I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I carried you to the hot spring to soak." ”

As he spoke, he handed the clothes in his hand to the stone beside Qian Jiao, "This is the clothes that one of my elders wore when he was young, don't dislike it." ”

Qian Jiao looked at the dry clothes he handed over, the fabric that was indeed quite old, made her heart relax slightly, let go of the vigilance in her eyes, raised her pink lips slightly, and showed a light smile to the man, "Thank you." ”

When the man heard Qian Jiao's thank you, he seemed very happy and sad.

Qian Jiao felt that the expression in his eyes was very complicated, and couldn't help frowning.

The man didn't speak, the corners of his lips curled, and he turned to leave.

Qian Jiao looked at the back of him leaving, and inexplicably felt a little lonely.

I quickly changed my clothes, washed my wet clothes in the hot spring, and dried them on the rocks on the side.

I looked at the cabin not far away, thought about it, and finally walked into the hut.

In the living room, on the simple wooden table, breakfast had already been set, a plate of unknown green vegetables, Qian Jiao guessed that it was wild vegetables in the mountains.

A plate of golden and soft bamboo shoots, at first glance, is dried and collected by bamboo shoots at the beginning of spring, and there is a plate of crisp and tender fungus.

didn't see the man with peach blossom eyes, Qian Jiao looked up and looked around, just in time to see him walking out of the small door on one side with a porcelain bowl full of porridge in his hand.

When he saw Qian Jiao's eyes, his brows were slightly raised, a bright smile appeared on his lips, and a pair of narrow peach blossom eyes were full of joy and tenderness.

"The food on the mountain is poor, you should settle for it first. If you still have lunch left, I can probably get some game to eat, fry, fry, roast, roast, boil, stew, I am more adept. ”

He put the porridge bowl on the table in front of Qian Jiao, and smiled and motioned for her to sit down and eat together.

Qian Jiao just hesitated for a moment, and sat down directly.

She was unconscious last night, and the other party didn't do anything to her, Qian Jiao felt that he should have no ill will towards him.

When the man saw that she accepted his kindness, he was also very happy, and the smile on his face instantly brightened again.

The breakfast was quickly finished, and the man got up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Qian Jiao was a little bored and turned around the cabin, and her eyes suddenly swept to a painting on the wall of the living room.

The painting was very small, only half a foot square, and the paper was dull because of its age.

Qian Jiao will notice such an inconspicuous painting, not because of anything else, but because in the painting, there is only an unknown flower, and that flower, Qian Jiao has ever seen.

Her footsteps unconsciously walked towards the painting, and her eyes were fixed on the flower.

Among the plump and round green leaves, a bright red flower stands half-open on the branches, delicate and eye-catching.

Qian Jiao's eyes stared at the painting for a long time, and after she confirmed it countless times, she determined that the pattern in the painting was exactly the same as the one she had seen.

Her eyes widened in surprise, she reached out and brushed her chest, looking at the picture on the wall in disbelief, when suddenly a nice boy sounded in her ears.

"This is the night sunflower, according to legend there was an ancient family a long time ago, with this flower as a totem, stretching for thousands of years, immortal and indestructible."

Qian Jiao turned around and saw the man's narrow peach blossom eyes, staring at the flower in the painting, his eyes were as dark as ink, which made Qian Jiao feel a kind of sadness that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

However, this emotion was only instantaneous, and the man's eyes suddenly became clear and clear.

"I forgot to tell you my name."

A bright smile appeared on his lips, "Yun Ze." ”

Qian Jiao almost thought that the sadness in Yun Ze's eyes just now was an illusion on her part.

She raised her head slightly stunned, looked at Yun Ze who was smiling like a peach blossom, and said in a daze, "My name is Qian Jiao." ”

"Can you tell me about Nightflower and that old family?"

Yun Ze smiled slightly, his delicate and somewhat bewitching face, a pair of narrow peach blossom eyes sparkling.

"That's all I know, but, if you want to know, I can help you ask the elders of my family, but they're out, and I don't know when they'll be back."

As he spoke, he looked at Qian Jiao with some regret, until he saw the look of disappointment in her eyes, and then he smiled and said loudly: "If you are very interested, you can leave me an address, and when my parents come back, I will write to you after I ask clearly." ”

When Qian Jiao heard this, she really showed a smile on her face again, and she was busy thanking Yun Ze, and left her address in Yaoqian Village.

Although I don't know what the situation of this night sunflower and that ancient family is, Qian Jiao subconsciously feels that she seems to have an inextricable relationship with those.

But it was just a gut feeling, with little factual basis, except for the night sunflower that she knew so well.

Yun Ze is a beautiful man who is as gentle as jade, gentle, kind and enthusiastic.

The two chatted a lot more about the night sunflower, which made Qian Jiao see his erudition again, but just a few hours of small talk quickly narrowed the distance between the two people, making people feel as if they were friends who had known each other for a long time.

It wasn't until Qian Jiao's clothes drying by the hot spring dried that she changed back into her own clothes, cleaned the clothes that Yun Ze lent her, and dried them under the eaves outside the cabin, that Qian Jiao said goodbye to Yun Ze.

The scorching summer sun was extremely hot even in the morning, and Qian Jiao walked down the mountain step by step with her backpack on her back.

Last night's maddening dense forest was so maddening that she couldn't find her way, Qian Jiao walked out today and walked out effortlessly.

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