"It can't be that this blood enters the jade and gives birth to a soul!" Xu Siyuan laughed while picking up the teacup in front of him.

The woman in white looked at Xu Siyuan's hand holding the teacup contemplatively, and her fingers were distinct. The skin color of the hand is fairer than that of ordinary men, which makes the bloody scab of the thumb wound more obvious.

"That piece of jade does give birth to a soul."

It just so happened that when she was talking, Xu Siyuan had just taken a sip of tea. The moment she heard her words, the tea suddenly had the potential to gush out. Xu Siyuan hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand to block it, after all, it was not very elegant to spray water in such a public place. He finally suppressed the feeling of squirting and swallowed the tea smoothly. Perhaps because of the fright, a little water went down his trachea into his nose and chest. Although he had swallowed the tea, the sensation from his nose and chest still made him cough violently.

The teahouse was not too noisy, and this string of violent coughing sounds was particularly clear in the teahouse, attracting the sideways glances of many guests sitting in the teahouse. The chess master closest to Xu Siyuan was not affected at all, and he was still concentrating on studying the chess game in front of him, and he was still muttering something in his mouth.

The woman in white looked at him indifferently, coughed, and calmed down before finishing the second half of the sentence: "But the soul of the jade is already there before the blood enters the jade." ”

Xu Siyuan listened to the second half of her sentence, and looked at the woman in white in front of him with a look that you are crazy. The water in his chest and nose made him cough again.

He felt that he didn't need to talk to this person anymore, and her brain was convulsing more than he had imagined.

Xu Siyuan stood up suddenly, and the chair rubbed against the ground and made a "stabbing" sound.

He leaned forward with one hand on the table, and with the other hand quickly pulled out the jade pendant in the hand of the woman in white. He stood up straight and put the jade pendant into the brocade box, looked at her and smiled: "Miss, I'm afraid there is no need for us to talk anymore." I kindly suggest that you go to the hospital for a brain check-up first. ”

The woman in white didn't care about Xu Siyuan's sarcastic language, she rubbed her red fingers when she pulled away the jade pendant, and still took a sip of the teacup in front of her with a blank face.

Xu Siyuan sneered at her unwavering appearance, slapped the table with his hand, and turned around to leave. Just as he had just taken a step and had not yet landed, the woman behind him suddenly spoke.

"Aren't you curious about the connection between your piece of jade and that piece of jade? Not curious why I'm looking for you? And why do you know the piece of jade in your hand? ”

Xu Siyuan's whole body shook when he heard this, and his feet hanging in the air fell back involuntarily. The jade soul that this woman said was nonsense to everyone. But at the same time of ridicule, will there really be a soul in the artifacts in this world? similar questions. Even though 999% out of 1000 do not believe, there is still a point of doubt in the heart.

Xu Siyuan turned around and looked at the woman in white for a long time, there was indeed a secret about the jade pendant in his heart that he wanted to unravel. He wasn't sure if the secret would have anything to do with the woman. The woman sitting in front of him was too mysterious, and her cold face made people feel the slightest danger inexplicably. He knew he couldn't get close, but he couldn't help but want to step forward and lift her veil.

The woman in white quietly watched Xu Siyuan sit back in his original position before slowly speaking: "The soul of this jade pendant sprouted a long, long time ago, and in its memory, it was originally a piece of jade on the Tianshan Mountain, and a white-haired old man made it into a jade pendant.

Since then, it has circulated in this world as a piece of jade pendant, from ancient times to the Tang Dynasty. Although it has existed in this world for too long, its soul has been in a state of slumber. Until the drop of Yu Youwei's blood awakened all its consciousness like spring rain.

It felt her touch, listened to her thoughts, watched her face grow day by day.

And all this, Yu Youwei never realized..........

One day, two days......... Until the autumn mood of the whole world faded and the winter snow hit, Wen Tingyun never replied. Thinking of disasters and tears, how can Yu Youwei believe that the master who is always in front of her, teaches earnestly, and speaks softly, how can she be so ruthless and never send even a word or a word.

Isn't it that the feelings you express are too subtle for people to see? No, if it was someone else's letter, but this person was him-Wen Tingyun, who used to be with him every day, how could he not understand the feelings between the lines.

"Yu Pei, Yu Pei, isn't the master deliberately avoiding me?" Yu Youwei held the jade pendant given by Wen Tingyun, stroked it lightly, and whispered in her mouth.

How could this jade pendant not know her grievances, one is a talented poet with an ugly appearance, quite old, and a dismal career, while the other is a talented girl in Chang'an who is beautiful, youthful, and has unlimited prospects. In addition to the matching of the two talents, what else can be accepted by this world. Wen Tingyun just saw through this too much, so there was no reply to today's words.

Yu Youwei took out the rice paper, carefully laid it down, and raised the pen again to write:

Send Wen Feiqing on a winter night

pondering and searching for poems under the lamp, sleepless and long nights afraid of the cold;

The leaves in the courtyard are full of sorrow, and the screen window cherishes the moon.

Evacuation is unheard of and finally follows wishes, and the prosperity and decline are empty and the original heart is seen;

The secluded indwelling of the plane tree, the twilight finch chirps around the forest.

When Yu Youwei wrote this poem, she undoubtedly spread out all her little daughter's burning thoughts and grievances in front of Wen Tingyun. She's gambling, gambling with her pride. She didn't believe that in the face of herself, Wen Tingyun had never had a trace of heartbeat.

But it backfired, and this letter was as silent as the previous one.

It turned out that the master really refused to give her even a word. Yu Youwei laughed at herself and gently hung the jade pendant on the table on her waist.

It's just that there is a gap of decades and tens of thousands of miles between himself and him, and he can't catch up with him alone. I don't know when we will meet again in this life, so it's better to forget about each other while you and I are still in the wind and moon songs.

A little snow falls on the platform by the window, and the heat in the house seeps out, melting into a puddle of clear water in an instant, and the shadow of the snow can be found anywhere. Yu Youwei looked at the snow falling more and more outside the window, and only the tears on her face made her feel the cold of winter even more.