"How? Did he eat well? Take your medicine well? A low, majestic voice said.

"Everything works fine"

Jiang Xiaolou heard the sound of pushing the door, and then there was no sound. Jiang Xiaolou felt that the origin of the Song family must not be simple, looking at the ornaments around him, although it was not a magnificent thing, it was also low-key and luxurious. Being able to invite the medical saint Wang He to the mansion for treatment is not just a daughter, and then looking at Xingyun's well-trained, he is not like an attendant, but like a child of a family.

Jiang Xiaolou, who was lying on the couch, had a kind of idea that she would be at peace when she came, she knew her body, if her revenge hadn't started yet, she would have died of illness one step earlier, then what face would she have to face the Shen family's undead? Since the doctor wants to cure her illness, what's wrong with her staying for half a month?

The next day, Jiang Xiaolou was woken up by the birdsong in the treetops. When she saw this unfamiliar room, she first brushed up her memories, then got down and washed up briefly. Then, Nebula, knocking on the door and entering, put down the food box from yesterday and left, without saying a word.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaolou is not a person who talks a lot, and after eating, she got up and went to the yard to move. This courtyard is much bigger than she imagined, standing under the eaves and looking into the distance, the pear blossoms in the courtyard are dazzled, blocking the view, not knowing the size of the yard, and not seeing the scenery in the distance. At this time, Jiang Xiaolou heard the sound of wisps of piano in the distance, melodious and sprinkled, like a spring breeze green over the world, and like a summer rain beating plantains.

Jiang Xiaolou felt very comfortable and relaxed when she heard it, she got off the platform, followed the sound of the piano, walked on a step, and used her hand to pluck the pear blossom branches that had entered the chaos. Jiang Xiaolou stood on the high place of the pedestal and never smelled the fragrance of flowers, but now in the sea of flowers, every time she used her hand to pluck the branches, so that in her sleeves, in her hair, and between her snorts, there was a faint sweet fragrance of pear blossoms. Drunk sleeves against the wind and snow, she brushed aside the last pear blossom branch, and finally saw the man who was stroking the piano among the pear blossoms.

I saw that it was a young man with green silk naturally scattered, dressed in a white dark pattern wide-sleeved robe, covered with an azure cicada wing veil, and the sun shone down, reflecting the white blue and blue, which made the sadness in his eyes more and more. The young man's skin was unusually pale, and the hand that stroked the qin was slender and slender, with distinct joints, and the blood vessels under the back of the hand were clearly visible. It should be because he is not often sunburned, his skin is white to transparent, and the sunlight shines on his body, and there is a kind of shroud around his body, fluttering like a legacy of independence, feathering and ascending to immortals.

Looking at the young man's face again, Jiang Xiaolou recognized it at a glance as the young man Chen Hao next door yesterday, although Jiang Xiaolou had only seen his eyes, it was really his eyes that people could never forget.

At least, Jiang Xiaolou can't forget it for now.

Jiang Xiaolou listened to the sound of the piano like a dream, and he didn't want to take a step forward, for fear of being abrupt.

A breeze blew, the branches were unbearable, the pear blossoms fell one after another, and some fell on Song Chenhao's hair along the wind, and ran down from the hair; There was also a cross that crossed his lips and fell to his flowing fingers; What's more, it's resting on his smooth shoulder. Jiang Xiaolou looked at the pear blossoms at the soles of her feet, the wind blew across her face, she closed her eyes and felt with her heart.

This beautiful scenery in the world, this sound of nature, the fragrance of March, and the spring breeze on the face.

After a pause, Jiang Xiaolou opened his eyes, and Song Chenhao had already discovered her.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Xiaolou had a feeling that he couldn't answer, why didn't this young man know her again? Could it be that she recognized the wrong person, Jiang Xiaolou looked at the young man's clear eyes again, and they were indeed as cold and clear as a mountain spring, full of alienation. She replied: "It's abrupt to put down below, and my name is Jiang Yu, and I am a patient of Dr. Wang." ”

Song Chenhao was afraid that he had been out for a little longer, so he coughed twice. stood up and walked towards Jiang Xiaolou. Jiang Xiaolou realized that although this young man was younger than her, he was still a head taller than her.

"My name is Chen Hao, I am seventeen years old, and you are the first person I have ever seen......

Jiang Xiaolou held his forehead for a while, he said it again yesterday, and today he said that there are still a lot of people who dare to love this young man.