The spring is beautiful, and the wind is smooth. A rattan chair sits in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, facing the morning sun, and Ping Yan likes to sit and take a nap. The room is quiet, and there is a faint noise of the world outside the clear big glass, as if it is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, ethereal, and in the half month of recuperating here, Ping Yan has almost forgotten many troubles.

"Miss, this is the tea sent by the second young master yesterday, Longjing before Ming, you can taste it." Dongxia brought the tray.

Ping Yan opened her eyes and said with a sneer: "Dongxia, you have taken care of me for so long, I have treated you as a friend, how many times have I told you, just call me Tao Yan, I am not a legitimate master, what is my name." ”

After half a month, the two got along very well and got along very well. Dongxia directly took the teacup and put it in her hand, and said with a smile: "Before leaving, my wife told me to serve Miss with all my heart and mind, and regard Miss as the master, how dare I exceed the rules." In the blink of an eye, she leaned closer, and said with a somewhat mysterious and ambiguous smile: "I heard that the second young master was arrogant and domineering when he was a child, and he was the demon king of the mixed world in the family, and the servants in the family were afraid of him. ”

Ping Yan lowered her eyes, looking at the fine porcelain cup with blue flowers on a white background held in her palm, the tea leaves stretched, rippling slightly on the tea surface, like the broken gold sunlight in the early morning penetrating into the grass, green and yellow. She lost her mind and said, "The second young master was not the demon king of the mixed world in your mouth when he was a child. He ...... the words stopped, and she felt a bitter pain in her throat, and she couldn't speak anymore, and she didn't want to remember anymore.

Dongxia came up with great interest, and asked matter-of-factly: "Could it be that Miss has already met the second young master when she was a child?" ”

Ping Yan shook her head, took a sip of tea, and turned around and walked to the windowsill. I saw a slender woman wandering downstairs to look, and it seemed to be in the direction of this small building. Ping Yan opened the window, the woman raised her head when she heard the sound, and after being stunned for a moment, she smiled gently, Ping Yan also smiled back, nodded at her, and the woman walked into the corridor.

As soon as Ping Yan came down the stairs, she heard a soft sound of slamming the door. She was about to open the door, but Dongxia recognized that the person who came was not the attendant who came to deliver the necessary supplies on a regular day, and was very vigilant in front of her. Ping Yan thanked her for her sincerity in treating herself, smiled comfortingly at her, and said, "It's okay." "Bypass her and open the door.

The woman came into the door, dressed in a fashionable stand-up collar cheongsam, embroidered with a large piece of peonies on dark green velvet satin, covered with a knitted tassel shawl, fluffy shoulder-length wavy curls draped over her pink and white flawless cheeks, a delicate and shiny diamond hairpin on her left ear, willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, red lips and flames, she was a bright and scorching beauty in the city. She stared at the flowers and trees in the flower room in a daze, almost greedy and stupid.

Ping Yan guessed that she was the previous tenant, but she looked at her very familiarly, and said, "I have always wondered what kind of wonderful person can serve all kinds of flowers and plants with different qualities so harmoniously. Now that I've seen you, Miss, I understand. ”

The woman unbuckled the veil from the pipa under her armpit and wiped her tears from the corners of her eyes, "Miss, don't lift me up, I can't afford the title of a wonderful person, but I'm just a duckweed with no roots in the world." ”

Ping Yan suddenly remembered that she had a relationship with her in Fuchunju, and she was the dancer who took the lead in choosing to get a check for 100,000 yuan. She said, "Do you remember me?" ”

The woman looked at her deeply a few times, and let out a low startle, presumably remembering it, and was about to speak. Ping Yan thought about Dongxia's existence, and interrupted her in the previous step, "Presumably this place is of great significance to Miss, if Miss wants to move back, I am also willing to give in." ”

The corners of the woman's peerless eyes and eyebrows were suddenly dyed with a touch of sorrow, she sighed, and said with a wry smile: "How can my body soaked in wind and dust come here again to smoke and dye clean flowers and plants." ”

Ping Yan has been a playful for eight years, and she must know the hardships and sorrows, and suddenly she has a sense of sympathy and sympathy, and she is about to say something. But I heard a few voices outside the door, Shen Yuchen was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and swayed in leisurely, "There is a flower boat on the bank of the Cuihuai River today, or we will go to join in the fun." As soon as he entered the door, he saw a graceful woman standing, he came up, looked at it with the usual debauchery of some wealthy children, and said with a smile: "Who is this?" How do I look good at raw noodles? ”

The woman smiled professionally and gently, took a few steps back without a trace, turned to Ping Yan, and said: "Today's flower square cruise is a rare grand occasion, very fun, I happen to be in those flower notebooks, and now I have to go back to prepare for various matters, so I will leave." ”

Shen Yuchen stared at her Tingting's curling back, her eyes sharpened, and at the moment she turned around, she put on the appearance of a pure young man, and she was quite shameless and flattering, "Let's go together, Changlin finally got a few famous posts, what a pity to waste." ”

Ping Yan tugged at the corners of her mouth, fiddling with flowers and leaves, thinking about what kind of method she should use to follow Dong Changlin back to Yiyuan City unharmed under Shen Yujian's nose. Shen Yuchen waved his hand at Dongxia, and Dongxia retreated knowingly. He walked behind Ping Yan and pretended to take a sip of the fragrance of flowers, the heat tickled the back of Ping Yan's neck, and she immediately turned around with a cold face.

He hadn't set foot here in the past half a month, because he was afraid that going in and out of here too much would bring her murderous opportunities. But the lovesickness is unbearable, he is on the street today, and he walked and walked unconsciously here. Ping Yan has the essence of Sichuan opera's face change, which he has tried to accept and adapt, and his cold eyes on her can not change his face, after all, satisfactory love always needs to be indomitable and stalking.

He pinched a rose in his hand, raised it in front of Ping Yan with a smile, and said: "Western men always like to send roses when courting, and it is up to you whether you accept it or not, but I will definitely not give up." ”

Ping Yan glanced at him, was direct, and deliberately provoked: "Second Young Master Shen, you save some thought." I don't like you and I won't like you in the future. ”

Shen Yuchen didn't have a trace of anger when he heard this, he stretched out his arm and brushed her side, put his hand on the flower stand behind her, wrapped her in the arm ring, and laughed ruffianly, "It's okay, you will like me sooner or later." Oh, by the way, I seem to remember that you said that you would share the 100,000 oceans with me. He looked at Ping Yan's slightly tightened face, became more and more proud, poked his finger on her shoulder, and teased: "Before you pay off this debt, don't want to leave me." ”

When Ping Yan saw this posture, a group of local bullies teasing the women of good families, and then looked at his face, she felt even more hateful, and stepped on his instep without thinking about it. Shen Yuchen twisted his face and wrinkled his eyebrows, jumped up with a black face and hugged his legs, and shouted: "You are becoming more and more lawless, who is the master!" ”

"Of course you are the master, but I see that the second young master's legs and feet have been almost good recently, so I want to test whether the nerves are all active. Seeing that your pain is not light, it should be a good recovery. "Ping Yan said seriously.

Shen Yuchen almost believed it.

Shen Yuchen refused to lose the battle, raised a finger and shook it, looking wealthy, "How about accompanying the young master and me to play today, which is worth a thousand oceans?" ”

Ping Yan struggled and thought about it, and finally had no choice but to compromise in all evil money. She is afraid that she will not be able to earn 50,000 oceans in her lifetime as a singer, and her debt will naturally be a little less. She gritted her teeth and decided to make a deal.

Shen Yuchen finally turned against the army, with a descript on his face, "Let's go through the back door, and the car is parked there." ”

The flower boat cruise on the bank of the Cuihuai River is a three-year festival that has been followed for a long time, when there will be two luxuriously decorated boats docked on the riverbank, the warblers on the boat are all from the countertop pillars of the major nightclubs, they draw lots to perform their tricks in the open-air cabin at the bow of the boat, and the small servants distribute them one by one to the distinguished guests who watch the Cuiming upstairs to choose the flower notes, and the visitors select the Oiran lady with the highest votes. The Oiran would cross the river and swim down the Cuihuai River to the Fuchang Wharf, where the silver taels of grain carried on the boat would be distributed to the people along the river for the sake of well-being. This is not only a grandstanding event about the fate of women, but also a private contest between various nightclubs in Qingzhou.

Ping Yan thought that they had arrived early enough, but she didn't expect that the banks of the Cuihuai River were already full of people. Shen Yuchen had already pre-nailed his seat on the second floor with an excellent view, and the teahouse junior greeted them with a happy face and walked upstairs to Cuiming.

The room is open to the vermilion window, the furnishings are antique, and Dong Changlin is looking at the grand scene from afar behind the red sandalwood screen, which is very distracted. Shen Yuchen smiled and patted him on the shoulder behind him, and teased: "Isn't it brother, you are also a little interesting to that Oiran, and you are stunned." ”

Dong Changlin stood up and saw the fluttering shadow behind him, wearing a crescent moon silver cheongsam with a few red plums embroidered on the collar, as if she was really in full bloom, lining her skin like snow.

Shen Yuchen looked at him a little stunned, and felt a little uncomfortable, he grabbed Ping Yan's hand, didn't allow her to break free, pressed her to the chair and sat down, the tone was joking, but the expression was very solemn, "It's okay for you to look at the Oiran on the ship like this, but it's not good for you to look at my woman like this." ”

Ping Yan glared at him, and her tone was cold, "Why does the second young master want to slander my reputation like this." ”

Shen Yuchen smiled, and there was a little coldness in her eyes, "I said, you will like me one day, don't worry, I have time to slowly consume you." ”

Ping Yan knotted and turned his head to look at the scenery.

Dong Changlin knew that Shen Yu's stubborn and stubborn temperament was like those toys, but whatever he fancied, he had to get ownership, but in Dong Changlin's impression, he always had a certain freshness period for toys, so he had been playing with them and never kept them. As for his feelings for Ping Yan, Dong Changlin felt that it was no different from those toys that were fresh for a while, even if there were, the Lin family would never be able to develop if they were in front of them.

And he could see that Ping Yan didn't have a good impression of Shen Yuchen.

For half a month, Dong Changlin knew that Ping Yan lived in that alley, and every morning and dusk, her slender shadow would be reflected on the curtains of the balcony on the second floor. He almost knocked on the door several times, but he had palpitations, afraid that she would not be able to let go of everything that had happened eight years ago, that she would recognize herself, and that she would not recognize herself, and that she would not be able to recognize herself.

He poured a cup of tea with trembling fingers, pushed it to Ping Yan, and opened his mouth cautiously, as if he was afraid of blowing her away, suppressing his excitement, "Thank you, Miss, for rejuvenating and saving my life." ”