Cen Yin said suspiciously: "Also? ”

"That's right!" Shen Fu said in a daze, "I have taken root in the soil, and I can't go anywhere except for growing upward." ”

She, the housewife of the Fu family, seems to be exactly as he said.

"Yes, I am."

Cen Yin was taken aback by her crisp answer, but as soon as she spoke, she felt very happy.

Shen Fu muttered, "Isn't that boring?" ”

Tonight, the clouds were originally dark, but after midnight the clouds were blown away by the wind.

A few bright stars appeared in the sky, hanging clearly from the treetops.

Cen Yin looked up at the stars shining through the dead branches, slowly picked up the wine jar, and took a sip at the edge.

The slower you drink, the spicier the wine will be.

She remembered the wine she had drunk during the previous party, and it seemed to be bland and tasteless, and it was like white water in her throat.

At this time, Shen Fu's voice with a thick nasal voice sounded from behind the tree.

"I said, wouldn't it be better to pull the roots out of the soil and then spread them out and run away with the dirt than to stand all the time?"

His words were illogical, and they came from a drunkard when he heard them.

But Cen Yin listened quietly and said with a faint smile: "If the tree leaves the soil, it will die." ”

Shen Fu drunkenly raised the wine jar, poured several sips of wine, wiped his mouth, and laughed: "It's good to be dead!" ”

"Death" is a big taboo for many people.

Others will deliberately avoid this word even when they usually speak.

Shen Fu looked up and laughed: "If you die, you can turn into a gust of wind, how free the wind is, you can go wherever you want." ”

"Wind?"

Cen Yin was slightly stunned, and the gentle night breeze blew in his ears.

It's the middle of winter, and the hot springs in the garden are bubbling hot, and the garden is much warmer than in other places.

The gust of wind, but it blew from the mountains, with a slight chill, swept through the withered maple forest and gently brushed her cheeks.

She subconsciously raised her hand to comb the sideburns next to her ear, and the wind reluctantly bypassed her fingertips and left.

Is that him......

This thought flashed away, Cen Yin's nose was sour, but a smile bloomed at the corner of his lips.

When a person dies, he must turn into wind, right?

She smiled slightly, looked at the clear night sky, and asked, "If you turn into wind, where do you want to go?" ”

Shen Fu seemed to have fallen asleep, and with a grunt, he muttered, "There are so many places I want to go." ”

"I'm going to the wasteland to listen to a night of wind and snow."

"I'm going to go boating in the lake, I'm going to the mountains to blow down the peach blossoms, and I'm going to chase the sunset in the desert......"

His dreamy voice faded down.

Cen Yin thought to herself, it turned out that the world was vast, and when she finished and retired, she would definitely go to see the splendid mountains and rivers outside.

"What about you?"

“…… We'll talk about that then. ”

Shen Fu was not very satisfied with her answer, snorted from his nose, and said, "Are you unhappy? ”

Cen Yin did not make a sound.

He took a sip of wine, raised his sleeve and rubbed it, and muttered, "That's it, I'll tell you something funny." ”

At all times, his tone sounded with an innate arrogance and disgust.

Even if he's clearly telling jokes.

“…… Didn't they ask me to paint? I was on one of the men's robes, hahaha, I drew a ......"

He spoke intermittently, but Cen Yin listened very carefully.

"I drew a big piece of shit!"

"Huh?"

The turn caught her off guard.

Shen Fu hung his legs on stilts and laughed: "But others say that the gold ingots painted by Master Shen are extraordinary. ”

"That dead fat man was so proud that he asked me to help him write a 'Fortune and Treasure' ......"

Cen Yin couldn't help laughing, and Shen Fu rolled on the ground with laughter.

He usually looks aloof and cold, but Cen Yin never expected that he would be so narrow when he played tricks on people.

"Who made me Master Shen? Right, hahahaha. ”

His laughter was conceited and self-deprecating, and he laughed for a long time before slowly stopping.

Cen Yin took a few more sips of wine, only to feel that his eyes were hazy, his mind was confused and sober, and his thoughts seemed to drift away at any time.

"Hey, look."

Shen Fu was lying on the ground on his back with his back facing the sky, looking at the countless stars overhead.

"What?"

"On the trees."

Cen Yin raised his head in a trance and asked again, "What's on the tree?" ”

Shen Fu hiccuped drunkenly and muttered, "There are several strings of stars hanging on the tree." ”

The terrain of Momijiling is high, and the mountain seems to be very close to the starry sky.

Cen Yin rubbed his temples with a faint pain, only to feel that the starry sky seemed to be exceptionally clear.

Tonight, the night is like a dark blue silk, and the bright stars are the jewels that fall on the silk.

But Shen Fu strung these gems together and hung them on empty branches.

He smiled happily, "You saw that, right? ”

Cen Yin seemed to answer "yes", but he didn't seem to answer.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, quietly looking up at the stars in the trees.

Starlight shines through the branches on Cen Yin's face.

She smiled slightly, the corners of her eyes slightly moistened, and she felt relieved.

"My name is Shen Fu."

He muttered in a daze, turned over holding the wine jar, and said sullenly: "'When the float is a big white'." ”

Cen Yin did not reply.

After a while, Shen Fu seemed to have fallen asleep, and let out an even and long breathing sound.

But he heard the rustling behind the trees and the crumbling of his dress against the ground.

In the night, the sound of her footsteps faded away.

Next.

Cen Yin left in a carriage early in the morning.

She said that the Cao family would come over today to discuss business, and she needed to go back early to prepare.

When Ruan Si saw her off, she glanced back at the plaque of "Fengke Garden".

"These words," Cen Yin smiled, "are not badly written." ”

Ruan Si smiled: "After all, it was written by Master Shen himself. ”

Cen Yin nodded, and the coachman opened the curtain to invite her to sit in the carriage, and when the carriage was about to leave, she opened the curtain again and poked her head out to take a look.

"This garden is very well built."

Ruan Si smiled and said, "Sister Cen can often come over to relax in the future." ”

Cen Yin smiled gently at her, shook his head and said, "No, it's too far, it shouldn't come in the future." ”

After saying that, she lowered the curtain and ordered the coachman to drive away.

The Fu family's carriage quickly drove out of her sight along the mountain road.

Ruan Si thought to herself, Sister Cen must not be able to let go of the family's business and did not want to have fun.

As soon as she turned around, she happened to meet Shen Fu, who was walking towards her.

Shen Fu's hair was unkempt, his shoes were couched, and his clothes were loosely tied around his waist, looking like he was hungover and unawakened.

"Pei Zhiyang, they're all gone?"

Ruan Si nodded and said, "Well, he's going to take Aya to see Old Lady Pei today." ”

In a few days, Pei Zhiyang and Hong Aya should be back in the capital.

Shen Fu yawned, rubbed his eyes and said, "I know, I'm going to leave too." ”

Ruan Sidao: "Well, if we come to the capital in the future, we will definitely come to you for a drink." ”

Shen Fu glanced at her and said, "Don't come to me, I'm most afraid of trouble." ”

She smiled helplessly, and was about to turn around to leave, when Shen Fu suddenly stopped her.

"I have something to ask you," his eyes lit up, "Cen ...... Is the beauty of the Fu family's mother's birth? ”

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