At first, Qi Jing was a little helpless, and patiently explained to him: "It's actually unreasonable for you to count the hours like this, the number of apricot petals that are blown off every day is different, and it has to fall on you to count, and if the sun falls into your clothes, you may not be able to see every apricot blossom, even if it is the same half an hour, it is not a certain number, you refer to this, where can you count." ”

Later, Qi Jing found out that Qin Xun didn't care whether he could count or not, and his original intention was to find an excuse to be coquettish with him, so he connived at him to play like this.

It didn't take long for Qin Xun to be too lazy to memorize the number of apricot petals every day, so he simply asked Jiqing for a blank booklet that he had kept in the house for recording the list of people entering and leaving the small door.

Qin Xun still remembers that at that time, he named it "Apricot Blossom Book".

At that time, Qin Xun wrote the words big, and he memorized the content of a day on one page, and the apricot blossoms that bloomed in February and fell in March were only enough for him to have fun for more than a month, and a booklet was just enough for him to record a spring. Qin Xun entered the Imperial Library in the late spring at the age of six, and the first apricot blossom album only recorded ten pages, and then until he left Beijing at the end of the autumn at the age of ten, a total of five apricot blossom albums were recorded. Sitting on the chair that Qin Xun had sat on, he flipped through the five apricot blossom books in turn.

Obviously it is a child's behavior and immature handwriting, but Qi Jing is focused on reading government documents, but he has more layers of tenderness than when he was in government, and every time he has to read the content that has been read countless times word by word, he is tired of it, as if he can't see enough, and his movements are gentle and careful, so many times after flipping through it, the original booklet is not much wear.

Qin Xun didn't want to hold a stack of books in his hand, so he only took the last one, that is, the apricot blossom album he wrote down when he left Beijing at the age of ten - the spring day of the fourth year of Yuan Sheng.

It stands to reason that Qin Xun doesn't care much about this kind of thing that he left behind when he played in his childhood, but this thing is related to Qi Jing, so it naturally becomes important, and then thinking about what Jiqing told him, how Qi Jing cherished these apricot blossom albums, he also unconsciously moved softly, and tried to search for the trivial things in the corresponding date from his memory while flipping through it.

Most of them can't be remembered, and the apricot blossom album is not a diary he wrote in detail, the content is actually very simple, each page is an almost similar sentence, the difference is in the date and the number of apricot petals recorded.

Because the cover of the apricot blossom album was generally recorded by him as the year of "the fourth year of Yuansheng", the date in it only recorded the month and day, Qin

Xun can only remember two or three old things from the same content, such as one of the pages: "February 18, apricots, and those who fall into my body are fifty out of thirty." ”

At the bottom of the sentence, the two words "angry" were greatly added, Qin Xun remembered that day was a rare time for Qi Jing to go to school from the imperial garden very late, and the sunset was hidden from the mountain, at the beginning of twilight, Qi Jing patiently explained to Qin Xun that it was Mrs. Ji who asked to make a book in the hall today, and he was already the fastest to write it, Qin Xun, who had been waiting for a long time, still wrote the word "angry" in the booklet very aggrievedly, and then said to Qi Jing: "Punish you for not being allowed to sleep with me tonight!" ”

Qi Jing rubbed his hair and smoothed his hair good-naturedly: "Is it okay to punish others?" I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep yourself. ”

There is also a page: "On the first day of the third month, the apricots are still alive, and there are seven people who have fallen into my body." This is also two big words, but it is the opposite of the previous word "happy", after writing it seems to be not enough, and in front of these two big words added a "special", but because the original word occupies too much space, the word "special" is obviously written in a small circle, and it is dangerously squeezed in front of "happy".

That day Qi Jing came out of school very early, Qin Xun and he didn't have long to see him again, he was in a very good mood, and after remembering the day's apricot blossom book, he also rewarded and punished clearly: "Today's reward is that you can kiss me!" ”

Qi Jing smiled: "Is this rewarding me or yourself?" ”

An apricot blossom album was quickly flipped through, and Qin Xun smiled at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, but when he turned the page of "The Nineteenth Who Left Me Behind" on the last day, and saw the content of the next page with only two words, he smiled and showed a slight surprise in his eyes.

"More than that."

The handwriting is very familiar, but it is not Qin Xun's own handwriting, Yi Ze is upright, it is Qi Jing's handwriting.

Qin Xun suddenly felt a pain in his heart, subtle and sharp, as if he had not entered a needle.

In the few spring days when he was not in Chang'an, how many times did Qi Jing sit under this apricot tree and look through the apricot blossom album he left in the past, and at the same time he was also learning to count the apricot petals that fell on his body? No matter how much he counted, from early spring to spring twilight, it was impossible to wait for Qin Xun who was far away in the south of the Yangtze River.

The footsteps were approaching, Qin Xun closed the apricot blossom album in his hand, resealed the two words on the last page that made him distressed back to the old days between the pages, raised his hand up, and lowered a budding red apricot in the direction where the footsteps approached: "It's better to come early than to come by chance, just in time for this red apricot to come out of the wall." ”

The approaching white-clothed man smiled gently, and his voice was more than broken jade: "The more guts?" ”

Qin Xun chuckled: "How can it, isn't it you inside the wall, and you are also outside the wall, I'm greedy, so I can only climb up the wall and sit." ”

The wall is not high, Qi Jing stretched out his hand upwards to hold out the palm of his hand, which was exactly the distance that Qin Xun could reach as soon as he stretched out his hand: "Come down, I am in the wall, and I am also outside the wall, but I am lacking in skills at the moment, if Hongxing does not sit firmly and falls outside the wall, it will hurt." ”

Qin Xun reached over and held the hand he stretched out loosely in his palm, but he didn't rush to jump off the wall, today the Imperial Garden went to school early, and the sunset was still nostalgic for the sky, Qin Xun fixed his eyes on Qi Jing

raised a moist face gilded with sunshine, and asked him very seriously: "Qi Jing, in the past few years that I have been in Chang'an, how much do you miss me?" ”

Qi Jing was slightly stunned: "I miss it, why do you ask this?" ”

Qin Xun raised the apricot blossom album in his other hand: "I saw it." ”

Qi Jing laughed and admitted, "Well, I miss you very much. ”

"Just miss it?" The young man in red jumped down from the wall and fell into his arms, his fingertips pointed at his heart, "I heard it here, you want to kill me, I want to die." ”

Qi Jing grabbed his waist with one hand, took the apricot blossom album in his hand with the other, glanced at the cover, and responded with a smile: "Well, that's right." ”

"Am I right?"

"Hmm."

"Then I'll tell you again." Qin Xun hugged his neck, rested his chin on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "I miss you too, I want you to die." ”

Qi Jing hugged him tighter.

The wind blew through the branches and brought the apricot blossoms to fall, Qin Xun closed his eyes: "Also, you remember, if you can't follow where you go in the future, then I will definitely wait for you at home, you must come back, you can't accompany me wherever I go, you have to wait for me at home, and I will definitely come back." ”

"Well, I remember."

Qin Xun loosened the arm that tightened Qi Jing's neck, looked at him, looked up at Manzhi Chunxing again, and said with a smile: "I won't remember the apricot blossom album in the future, just stay here and wait for you, you can listen to the study in it with peace of mind, I won't trouble you if you come back early or late, I'll wait here." ”

Qi Jing's forehead lightly touched his forehead: "It's okay to make trouble." ”

Spring tour, apricot blossoms blow all over the head. Mo is young and romantic.

(Volume 1: Who is young and romantic)

(End of chapter)