The silk silk rolled up the crimson flower thick satin curtain, and the floor-to-ceiling window reflected the endless night of the three watches, the moon was like a silver plate, as if it had been washed by the spring rain, there was no fog surrounding, and it was clean and pure, as if it could be reached out as soon as it was reached. On the surface of the moon, there are shadowy mountains and rivers, and flowers and trees are undulating. Shen Yuchen looked at it a little distracted, and his mind was full of no gaps. He stayed up bit by bit, the first half of the night was full of rehearsals of the wording of meeting Dong's father and son tomorrow, and the second half of the night was full of Ping Yan's voice and appearance.

When he was far away, he indulged in Flower Street and Willow Lane, in order to relieve loneliness and hide people's eyes. After returning to China, he occasionally missed those days of drunkenness, but he still restrained himself, and he couldn't remember the same faces of those old and new beauties after a few days. And Ping Yan, from a glimpse of the stage to today, after many catastrophes, she is as faint as smoke from afar, but her charming appearance is becoming more and more timeless and indelible.

He remembered a Western play by Romeo and Juliet performed by foreign students, and there was only one line in it. Missing you makes my life like a year.

Now he seemed to be staring boredly at the unreachable moon, but in fact he was full of mixed thoughts, listening to the idle window in the ticking of the clock, listening to the chirping of birds and insects cutting through the silence of the night, and then ushering in an even more silent silence. He had never felt that the time was so long, but because he had her as light as a chrysanthemum in his heart, he didn't feel flustered and bored.

He chewed every word over and over again, pondering every smile and every detail about her.

This is probably the lovesickness that is suffered by people and liked by people.

It was just dawn, in a new apartment on Xiaguang Road. Dong Changlin finished freshening up and went downstairs with the small follower inkstone carrying the rattan leather suitcase. There were already two plainclothes guards standing in the hall downstairs, and as soon as the two saw Dong Chang coming down, they hurriedly greeted him at the staircase, bowed half of his body, and without waiting for him to ask, he explained respectfully and neatly: "Young master, Yiyuan has taken a military emergency call, and the commander needs to deal with it as soon as possible, but I don't worry about leaving you alone in this unfamiliar place, young master, so let us quickly pick you up and go with Yiyuan." ”

Dong Changlin nodded and walked in the front, with a bit of loneliness and loss on his face that was difficult to hide. He has never been keen on banquet negotiations, and his father insisted on taking him with him in order to befriend Lin Heng, and he persuaded him bitterly, and threw out the exact news that Shen Yu was present in Qingzhou. However, I can't see my old friends until I wait left or right.

The dawn swept in, the houses were scattered and sifted out of the soft sunlight from all directions, the rickshaw drivers squatted together and nibbled on the steamed buns, their eyes looked at the gentlemen and ladies who had business to do from time to time, the breakfast stalls placed at the intersection of the street also set up tables, chairs and stoves one after another, and there were hawkers selling tofu flowers along the street, and the morning dew was wrapped in the fragrance of rice, waking up the busy and peaceful day of the day.

Dong Changlin was wearing a rice satin robe with golden flowers, standing at the door facing the sunlight, and his pale face was also dyed with a layer of vitality. He looked at the crowd shuttling back and forth with a smile, and his heart was full of envy, he envied such a busy and fulfilling, budget-conscious ordinary life, although it was not colorful, at least peaceful and calm, worthy of his heart.

The morning breeze got into his collar with a slightly cool cold tide, he covered his lips and coughed a few times, and a red tide suddenly coughed up from his white cheeks, and the inkstone hurriedly put on a snow-white fleece cloak with a fur edge of the snow-white rolling fox, "Young master, be careful of the cold." ”

Dong Changlin smiled self-deprecatingly, and as if he remembered something from the past that he couldn't bear to look back on, the green tendons on his forehead jumped in panic. He held his chest with a faint pain, and it took a long time to calm down, and the Xiao-like face he saw in the bamboo forest suddenly appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but smile dumbly.

How could it be her, she was already dead in the past.

And he is afraid that it will be difficult for him to be worthy of his heart in this life, so he is willing to take the pain of his body to miss the subtleties about her.

"Let's go." He wrapped his cloak around his body and stepped into the sun. The inkstone twisted the car door, and he got into the back seat without hesitation, pinched the pocket watch, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The car drove smoothly on the street, and then took a shortcut into a few quiet alleys.

In the alley, a black car drove on. The driver seemed to be a little frizzy, the narrow road met, the two cars almost collided together, the driver stepped on a sharp brake at the right time, twisted the steering wheel and slanted a few inches, narrowly evaded.

One of the guards leaned out of the window and cursed, and was about to get out of the car with a gun. Dong Changlin stopped him, glanced at the car opposite, and could vaguely see a shadow in a suit and leather shoes through the window, he didn't look too much, and ordered lightly: "Since people are fine, don't make a big move, this is in Qingzhou after all, make a way, let the gentleman on the opposite side pass." ”

The guard nodded sheepishly, waved his hand outside, and twisted the wheel to retreat into the corner. As soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, the car flew past like a flying pass.

Dong Changlin tilted his head, and saw the side face of Xuan Ang who was pecking like a blade of jade in the half of the open car window, he felt very familiar, and he couldn't help frowning and thinking about it. The guards on the side flattered and invited one after another: "The young master is really broad-minded, kind and kind, and will not investigate the mistakes of the yellow-haired boy." It's good that the young master is not frightened, and I ask the young master to be considerate and considerate of us as subordinates, but don't mention it in front of the commander, or you will be beaten again. ”

was interrupted like this, his mind was really empty, so he simply closed his eyes quietly and responded lightly.

Shen Yuchen found the apartment on Xiaguang Road according to the address, and shouted inside and out, but there was no one in sight. The old man who was riding porridge at the porridge stall on one side said Yaoyao: "Young man, are you looking for the boy who lives in the apartment?" He had been gone for less than half an hour. ”

"Gone?" Shen Yuchen lost his soul for a moment, and asked anxiously: "Then do you know how he walked and in which direction?" ”

The old man put down the porridge spoon in the cauldron and pointed to the avenue due east, "I took the car and went to the east." Scratching his head, he pointed to the car in front of Shen Yuchen, "It seems to be the same as your car, it is also dark and shiny." ”

"Thank you, uncle!" The black car in the alley suddenly jumped up in front of him, got into the car vigorously, and hurriedly chased east.

It was early in the morning, and the Fuchang wharf was sparsely populated, and the only group of porters looking for work had been isolated by the guards stationed there. At this time, a luxury passenger ship was on the shore, and there was a sentry with a gun stationed on the side, and next to it was Dong Guosheng, who was dressed in military uniform and standing in the wind.

The car is about to turn into the wide river beach, and the water vapor on the waves on the Wangping River has been rushing into the air with a unique freshness, saltiness and refreshingness, and it has drilled straight into people's noses. Dong Changlin took a breath out of the window, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the yellowed petals flying against the car window, slightly bitter and fragrant, lingering. He stretched out his hand, took a few pieces in his palm, and studied them carefully, and suddenly his eyes were sour, and his chest was painful. He called several times to stop, and the guards pulled the car on the side of the road for some reason, but when he turned around, he saw Dong Changlin getting out of the car in a gloomy state, looking around in a daze, as if he was looking for something. The inkstone was called several times, but he ignored it.

This is the apricot blossom that blooms in the spring breeze and spring rain, the milky white color of cold smoke, and the fragrance of the flowers. There is also the bitterness that endures the cold winter.

It seems to come from a distant memory.

There is an elbow-thick apricot blossom tree growing in the crack of the old building with blue bricks and white walls, the green buds are full of smoke, full of branches, and the apricot blossoms dotted among them are no longer the enthusiasm of early spring.

He walked over slowly, his steps seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds, and seemed to be quietly brisk, stopped under the apricot blossom tree, raised his head to look at the trees full of flowers and trees, the sunlight was leaking, and the spots fell on his whole body, he closed his eyes, as if he was silently chanting whose name, and when he fell in love to the bone, several lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"I haven't seen you for many years, it seems that Changlin hasn't changed at all, and he is still used to being sad in spring and autumn, and he is an idle and elegant son who plays with flowers and moons." A loud and thorough voice, carrying the full tacit understanding accumulated over the years, smiled.

He came back to his senses, followed the sound and looked over, only to see a gentleman with outstanding demeanor standing on the side of the street, smiling leisurely and leisurely, and his all-round bearing seemed to be about to cut off the bustling world along the road.

His appearance and the side face that flickered in the car window were magically integrated, and also gradually coincided with the immature and vague outline of the childhood friend, he moved his lips, such a long-term reunion almost made him unable to move his feet, his blood was numb, and he just subconsciously shouted: "Kyushu." ”

This kind and unfamiliar expression has brought him endless joy, but also brought him the torture of life is worse than death, and he was simply scared at the moment of exit. Shen Yuchen shushed a few times, signaling that he had already abolished this watch, walked over a few steps, turned his eyes on his face, and beat him twice on the chest with no light or heavy force like a child, but he couldn't stand it, took half a small step back, just covered his lips and swallowed the itching that surged in his chest.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yuchen held him and asked with concern: "Are you really as the outside world said, suffering from hidden diseases." ”

Yan Tai saw that his face was pale, his chest rose and fell, and urged him to go back. Dong Changlin waved his hand tiredly, his lips, which were still slightly colored, instantly turned a little chapped and pale, looking at the old friend in front of him, he was sincere and happy from the bottom of his heart, and he always felt that God still had a trace of humanity that had never been extinguished.

"Sickness is my own request, and I suffer from it. Yuchen, after eight years, you are finally back, I am still afraid that we will not get along with each other as harmoniously as before, but now it seems that you have not changed at all, I have taken this heart in vain. He pressed Shen Yuchen's shoulder with one hand, and his fingertips were loose and tight, as if covering a thousand words after years of things, and between his eyes, there was only one unspeakable, but bright and deep friendship.

"I begged my uncle to bring you a fountain pen, can you use it?" Shen Yuji casually walked over his shoulders and walked forward. Dong Changlin nodded, stared at his feet for a few steps, and asked thoughtfully, "What's wrong with your leg?" Didn't you mention that to me in the letter? He looked at his serious appearance, laughed twice, and said, "This is also what I ask for, and I am willing to accept it." Isn't there a single mention of your illness in the letters you have exchanged over the years? ”

Dong Changlin was very aware of his stubborn temperament, and only scolded with a sad face.

"That's it." Shen Yuchen sighed a few times, and said, "It's just that I was bitten by a snake, and I haven't recovered yet." His voice suddenly deepened, "I'm here for something important and I want your help." ”