In Taoyuan Village, there has been such a story for a long time.

In a house by the lake lived a woman over forty years old.

She lives here alone, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Few people know where she came from.

She rarely speaks, but she is very kind. She doesn't look like a person here, but she knows all the old customs of Lin'an.

Over time, everyone got used to her presence, and few people asked about her past.

She became an old man in Taoyuan Village.

That year, spring was just right. Around April, it rains a lot in Lin'an. In the drizzle, it was crowded. The dawn market on the side of the street is a little cleaner, and the crops in the fields are quietly swaying in the wind. Chang'an held a paper umbrella and slowly walked in the alley full of light rain, not far away, the branches of the peach tree were pink, and in a trance, she remembered that another year had passed.

Just like the day in the fourth year of Qingyuan, she packed her bags and left here.

Reunited after a long absence, I want to talk about it. Autumn is over, and the days are still long.

Chang'an has lived here for a long time.

She watched as the sun slowly rose and set outside.

The days seem to pass very slowly, slowly.

After parting, memories meet, and several soul dreams are with you.

Vaguely, she knew that the current emperor had begun to build Jiangnan again, and he had granted amnesty to the world because of his joy and pleasure. She would have been happy about these things, but she knew that life was too far away from her.

Yun Ke secretly sent someone to deliver her a message, if she wanted, she could order someone to take her back to the palace at any time. When Chang'an got the news, he just laughed and turned a deaf ear.

Rise and fall of honor and disgrace, intrigue, aristocratic power, such days, she doesn't want to spend the rest of her life like this.

From the very beginning, all decisions were wrong.

So after so many years, after everything has settled, she is still willing to return to her hometown and live another life.

Chang'an Yao remembered the day she left the palace, she hid it from everyone, but quietly arranged for Wanxiang to go out of the palace to spend the day.

The day before leaving, she opened the door and suddenly saw Chu Ying standing there.

Needless to say, he seemed to know it all.

The sky was getting overcast, and she was fluctuating.

Chu Ying stood in front of her, her eyes as clear as a clear lake.

"Come in and sit."

Chang An smiled slightly, turned around and was about to go in.

"Will you come with me?"

Suddenly, when she heard this, she was almost stunned.

He smiled serenely, but tears were rolling in his eyes.

No, absolutely not.

A smile appeared on her cheeks, and she didn't feel tears, "Lord Wang, this is joking." ”

Chu Ying stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. His palms were warm and powerful, and the corners of her eyes were slightly moist, and tears were almost pouring down.

"I know what you want. Now that everything is over, I can accompany you to live the life you want. ”

"Chu Ying." She smiled faintly, her expression slightly relieved, "You have such a good future, the emperor still needs your assistance, you can't waste your life for me." ”

With tears in his eyes, "How can it be a waste for you?" ”

She smiled, "You've delayed too much for me." ”

"But you're still leaving, aren't you?"

Her heart swayed, and her tone was melancholy, "But you need to stay." ”

Chang'an smiled indifferently, his thoughts wandering.

After all these years, she finally figured it out.

If she returned to the palace on the same night, she would definitely follow him without hesitation.

But no matter how many times they turned, they could never go back.

Now she just wants to escape from the world and find a place of peace.

For a long time here, Chang'an will remember many people. She thinks of her father and mother, Aunt Lan, Changqing, Changle, Yun Jing and Hanyan, but more, she still remembers the time she once stayed in Taoyuan Village. In the past few decades, the country has changed hands, and the outside world has long been ever-changing, but only this small world still retains her simplicity and her heat.

Sometimes, Chang'an also feels that his memory is not as good as before.

She also forgets a lot of things.

Her only pleasure here is painting.

But when you lift the pen, you will forget the appearance of the characters in the painting, and you will not be able to put pen to paper.

She chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Maybe in a few years, she will forget who she is.

She had achieved the glory that women in the world coveted, but she gave it up as she wished. Now such a quiet life seems to be what she Shen Chang'an's heart desires. Only when she was here, could she understand why Chu Luo was willing to give up this prosperous world and enjoy the mountains and rivers with her.

It's a pity that she understood all this too late.

If she had known earlier, she would have had fewer regrets.

The second day was a fine day.

Chang'an had nothing to do, so he walked around the village. Walking through the courtyard where they once lived, she saw Linglong.

The girl who was once obsessed with Chu Luo has now become a mother of three children. She looks much older than Chang'an. There are fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but between her eyebrows and eyes, there is sincere joy.

It was a rustic joy.

She couldn't recognize Chang'an for a long time.

Chang'an looked at her from a distance and smiled indifferently.

It turns out that in this life, people also have the same end in different ways. No matter how much glory you have experienced, how much wealth you have, you will eventually return to a speck of dust in the world. As for Shen Chang'an's record, it is just two lines of words in the history books - Jihou and the Queen Mother, nothing more.

Chang'an slowly walked back to his residence.

The peach blossoms on the side of the road were waiting to be released shyly, and she quietly approached and smiled indifferently.

Walking into the corridor in the courtyard, she suddenly saw a familiar figure standing under the corridor.

White clothes win snow.

So familiar, yet so unreal.

At this moment, she stood there, barely believing her eyes.

It seems like I haven't seen him again in a long time.

Her eyes were hazy, and she wanted to speak, but tears flowed first.

He looked back, a clear smile on his lips. Just as he turned out from under the porch that year, he looked at her like this.

Chang'an looked at him fixedly like this, and what kept echoing in his mind was his original sentence, "In Xiajiangling, King Chu Ying." ”

Chu Ying smiled warmly and opened his mouth to call her.

"Chang'an."

She tried her best to hold back tears, looked back at him, and quietly agreed.

Chu Ying took two steps closer to her and wanted to speak, but her eyes were already red.

"You're not surprised to see me."

Chang An smiled gently, "Because I know you're coming." ”

He took her hand, and they both looked at each other and smiled.

In the distance, the breeze floats, blowing a hazy peach blossom.