Last night there was a fire in the old garden.

Mrs. Shi suddenly didn't know what she remembered, her body shook, and she looked at Xiao Qingyu with straight eyes, "It turns out that it's so ......."

The lip language that Xiao Qingyu understood, it was the name of the stupid disciple that the mage had lost: Xuanhua.

How similar this scene is.

Just like the master in the fire that year, she looked back at Si Fan Pavilion, her eyes looked straight at her sister, and her trembling lips fell on the original Xuanrong......

Circumstances change with the passage of time.

People always have to move forward, walk through the sea of flowers looking at the peaks and mountains, walk through the tea cool pavilion, walk out of the bell morning and twilight drums, walk out of the gentleness of the mountains and rivers, build a monument, set up a tomb, and bury the innocence of those years together.

Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and flowers bloom.

Xiao Qingjue smiled with a smile on his face, and said goodbye to his master with regret, and the monks in the temple also sent each other off.

Before leaving, in the end, Mrs. Shi just stared at Xiao Qingjue with a complicated face, and the words fell still about her concern and diligent advice, which was no different from usual.

"Mrs., when the plum blossoms in the temple bloom again, I will come back to see you."

"It's good if you have a heart, and you don't have to come back often, there are many turmoil in the court, you should be careful in everything."

Sister, you have said many things, and one of them is right. No matter what happens, Xuanrong will always be Xuanrong in Shitai's heart.

From childhood to adulthood, Mrs. Shi has always been particularly partial to Xuanrong, and it has never changed.

The pale and bony hands pulled down the curtain in the carriage, and the sound of the clattering horses' hooves faded away in the eyes of everyone.

Ah Yang, who was in the temple, slept until dawn and experienced another dark, and when he woke up, his eyes were confused, as if the past was leaking through his fingers, and what was born in vain was the loss of nothing.

It doesn't matter what you remember and what you forget.

put on a cloth robe, and he is no longer a child of Hongchen.

"You two, whoever is separated doesn't seem to be able to live."

No one is inseparable from anyone.

"Why isn't it my pot that wants me to carry it, damn it! I'm always tied to you, and the next time you do something bad, I'm going to find evidence to get out! ”

Okay, I won't carry your pot next time.

"Plum blossoms, peach blossoms, and pear blossoms can all make wine, so why can't azaleas!"

It's not that I have too little knowledge, can azaleas really make wine?

"What do you remember to call when you go out?"

"It's called Xuanrong."

"No, it's called Childe!"

"What's it called?"

"Childe!"

"Hey!"

"Ah Yang, you are looking for death!"

The bell rang in the morning, and along with the pavilion, the courtyard, and the flowing water, they were barren together.

"Ah Yang, your mother sent you to protect her, you have to do your best, lest she be bullied......"

"Sister, I don't want him to protect me! I'm protecting him almost ......."

That year, the Shangyuan Festival, the whole Yongzhou City was very lively.

"Sister, Ah Yang, this year's carved lanterns are so beautiful, I'll take you out to see them......"

"Look! Look, the common people are worshipping the silkworm god ......"

"The lotus lantern can make a wish, what did you promise......"

"I promised to make my sister happy forever and happy......"

"Fool, it doesn't work if you say it......"

"Ah Yang, what about you, what about you......"

"I, I, I don't say it, if I say it, it won't work......"

"Then you will tell me secretly tomorrow......"

The people are cold orange grapefruit, and the autumn color is old sycamore.

The setting sun hung low in the sky, dyeing the white clouds with dazzling brilliance, like fine exquisite silk.

Two figures snuggled sneakily under the bitter willow tree......

"What! Do you like it, sister......"

"Shhhhhh In the future, you have to call me brother-in-law, you know that there is no ......."

"Hahaha, even your kid also wants to be my brother-in-law, and Xuanhua is not good-looking, so you ...... die as soon as possible."

"But Xuanhua is too stupid, your sister won't like him......"

The two figures laughed.

Why do you want to be her brother-in-law? Because this can put her under pressure everywhere.

Many years later, as if he was repeatedly weighing the shy sunset in the eyes of his lover, he pushed open the gate of the ancient temple with a few cries of birds and birds from time to time.

"What about Xuan Shang? Why haven't I seen her for so long......"

"She's gone, go back to the palace......"

"I don't leave a letter or say hello, I'm still not a good friend! Alas, did she say anything to you, that she would tell you to give me an account......

"She doesn't treat you as a friend at all! They didn't treat me as a sister......"

"Don't say that, don't be angry, don't be angry, I said the wrong thing......"

There was silence all night until dawn began to break. The fingertips trembled slightly, and it was the sound of the Buddha beads falling to the ground, and the sound was heart-wrenching.

"I'm leaving, you don't have to come with me, I told the queen mother, after all, keeping you is a disaster......"

In a word, those times of laughter and slapstick seem to never exist.

Yes, it is already lucky not to be imprisoned and killed.

"If you can, leave the azaleas in the backyard. Also, don't come back here again, go back to your Yang Mansion, and never come back......"

The large patch of rhododendrons swaying in the wind in the backyard was planted by the three of them when they were young.

When the flowers bloom, Ah Yang Baba folded flowers in front of the house to guard the Xuan Shang and please her.

Xuanhua was always sneaky, sneakily following behind him, lowering his head, looking at his toes, and not saying a word.

And Xuan Rong can always try her best to steal a pot of good wine elsewhere, waiting for her favorite sister and best friend to drink together.

There seemed to be a long, long laugh in the void.

The wind tore the sounds apart, and then, dissipated.

"What about me, what have I always been in your heart!"

"It's nothing. An ordinary servant, a pawn used by his mother to contain the Yang family......"

The chaos of the world is, after all, just the memory of the vicissitudes of life.

Ah Yang replaced Xuanhua and became a monk in the temple.

There are some sins that have to be borne by one person......

Yang family, I won't go back......

Leave me here, your queen mother will be more at ease......

If you cause any trouble in the future, you won't take the blame together......

"Xuanrong, Xuanrong, what is your dream?"

"Huh? What is the dream? Oh~ What I want to do the most, of course, is to hold a pen for a horse and walk the end of the world......"

The twilight clouds were full of cold, and Yang flicked the petals on the paper roll, and saw the carefree smile in his dream, and then, bit by bit, it dissipated into pieces.

The sky is high and the sea is wide, you live in the temple high, and I am far away from the rivers and lakes.

In fact, in the end, none of us really trusted anyone.

The coldness of the human heart is innate.

Kindness is a luxury in the eyes of everyone who is struggling and struggling.