Yan Ran hasn't moved since she returned to bed, not only because she doesn't want to move, but the key is that Bi Tong can see it to death, and that posture seems to push her to the end of the world as long as Yan Ran moves her little finger. Yan Ran is strange, this Bi Tong's body is not strong, but he can intercept her in all directions with his own strength, and even if she wants to go to the convenience of the side, she loyally guards aside, although she does not squint, but it also makes her very uncomfortable.

Yan Ran thought to herself, if she wasn't afraid of committing the next crime, she might have been tied to the bed a long time ago.

After being nervous for most of the day, Bitong was also tired, but she still refused to leave, only leaning on the bed frame and napping.

Yan Ran didn't feel sleepy, just stared blankly at her head pecking rice, watching the moon rise from the window behind her, through the graceful and light floor curtain, the willow shadow by the window was spread on the curtain, long and short, and swayed on the ground.

It's still a full moon today, and she stares at the round jade plate. I don't know what's going on over there, whether the real Cheng Xueyan has also changed into Yan Ran by mistake, will she ...... When I thought of Cheng Xueyan's weak appearance, I worried about her. Then laugh at yourself, you are still too busy to take care of yourself, and you are still thinking about others.

Alas, how could it be wrong? blame the man who was in a hurry to reincarnate and cursed him to become a pig, whether he was a pig or a roast suckling pig in his life! Isn't he in a hurry? Okay, let him reincarnate every day!

She gritted her teeth, but sighed again, what she should be thinking about now is how to get it back, and the only way is ......

The threat of the white-clothed messenger is still in her ears, if she commits suicide again and returns to the underworld, only nineteen layers of hell will await her, but staying here is simply worse than death......

What to do? What to do?

There are countless possibilities in life, but she fell into the gap between possibility and possibility; Fate always has some miracle, and she was struck by a miracle that had not yet fully evolved.

Oh my God, won't anyone save me?

As if it was very natural, a wisp of flute sound passed through the gap of Rusu wicker, quietly plucking the sleeping peach blossoms on the branches, causing a few petals to fall lightly and dance like feathers. The sound of the flute seems to be slightly windy, agitating the curtain in front of the window to swing lightly, lined with the moonlight, like water ripples. This water ripple went straight to the bottom of my heart, and my heart seemed to be cleansed by this coolness, and I immediately calmed down.

The sound of the flute floated slowly, and the moonlight seemed to become more and more affectionate, and the flute entangled the moonlight into smoke, slowly floating in the room.

What kind of song is this, so provocative?

She sat up gently, taking care not to alarm Bitong next to the bed, and ran barefoot to the window.

The so-called window in Cheng Xueyan's bedroom is the balcony.

Lift the curtain and stand on the balcony.

The moonlight spreads the whole courtyard like fine gold powder, and if you look closely, there seem to be fine pink stars floating in the air, and the pavilions, pavilions, bridges, flowers and trees are bathed in the hazy light veil, like a fairyland.

There was a flute in the fairyland, which dragged her gaze past the glittering lake, over the small stone bridge, through several moon gates, and straight into the garden a few feet away. The garden is surrounded by green trees on all sides, and there is a stone table, and a man in white sits next to it. Because the distance is too far, it is not very clear.

Is he playing the flute?

Yan Ran looked around again, but found no one else.

She stepped back lightly, picked up the robe on the chair, and looked at Bitong again...... She slept soundly.

He put on his robe and ran to the door, but he folded it back and put on the embroidered shoes beside the bed.

Outside the curtain is a room about 14 square meters, in the night you can vaguely see tables and chairs and some unrecognizable arrangements silently, in front of two long lattice windows, the shadow of the tree on the window screen is horizontal, and to the right is a door. When I opened the door, I saw a steep staircase with a moonlight at the end.

I walked down the stairs, but I saw that I was in a huge courtyard, and when I looked up, I saw the balcony of rosewood. The flowers and trees in the courtyard are sparse, so that people can't see how big the yard is for a while.

The courtyard gate is not difficult to find, but after walking out, facing the moon gate on all sides, the staggered curved corridors, and the swaying flowers and trees are lost for a while. Fortunately, the flute has been floating leisurely, as if weaving a long floating light veil, as if nothing is pulling her steps.

Such a spring breeze and moonlit night, such a jade flute flying darkly......

Her steps quickened, and her heart seemed to fly with it. I don't know how I bypassed the moon gate, how I walked through the complicated corridor, and I didn't have time to enjoy the garden under the moon, but when everything suddenly became clear, I saw a man in white sitting at the stone table. Half of the hair is tied up and fastened with hostas, and the rest is draped behind it, almost to the ground.

I have been engaged in image design for three years, and I have never seen a man with long hair, and they give her the feeling that they are nothing more than the pursuit of alternatives. Besides, men don't seem to be good at taking care of their long hair, so the hair is mostly dirty and messy, and it is called the style of art. The long hair in front of him was as green as water, so smooth that even the moonlight could not stand firmly on it, and it slid down the hair to his white robe on the ground, as if it had plated him with a faint jade glow. In this way, although it is only a back, it is enough to regret people's hearts.

He...... Is it a human or a ghost? I ran here on impulse, in the dead of night, in case ......

"You're here......"

A voice as soft and gentle as water swept through his ears, causing a strand of hair hanging down from his sideburns to flutter gently.

And she didn't even notice that the sound of the flute had disappeared unconsciously, she just stood still, watching him turn around slowly, seeing his perfect side face, and seeing his moon-like holy and elegant face blooming in front of her little by little......

There is such a handsome man in the world, so handsome that he is not like a mortal.

The man did not feel any smug or uncomfortable because the person in front of him had been stunned by his demeanor, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of attention, or should have been. Indeed, there is a kind of people in the world, and they are born nobles.

He just smiled indifferently...... This smile was enough to turn everyone upside down, although the word seemed inappropriate for a man, but at the moment she really couldn't think of any other word to describe her shock.

"I knew you'd come......"

What is he saying? Yan Ran was a little confused, but she didn't want to ask questions, she was afraid that her hoarse and strange voice would scare this fairy-like man.

In the face of flawless things, it is inevitable to be ashamed of oneself.

The fairy didn't speak anymore, but pointed to the stone bench opposite with the jade flute in his hand, and Yan Ran sat down with a ghost.

He held the flute in his hand and held it close to his lips......

So, the tune just now blew up this spring night again.

The sound of the flute is beautiful, and there is a trace of imperceptible sadness in the beauty, as if standing on the top of a high mountain and looking at the person in his heart far away, not wanting to be discovered by him, and hoping that he will look back to see it, but only to see his back gradually blurred in the heavy fog......

Maybe everyone will encounter such a back, once heartbeat, looking forward to seeing each other, fantasizing about staying together, but can only be secretly buried in their hearts, and that person doesn't know, what kind of desolation and sadness is this?

It was when I was in junior high school, and I hopelessly liked the boy in the neighboring class, and I found an excuse to go to the door of someone's class when I had nothing to do, just hoping to see him, and if I met his gaze, it was like getting some treasure, and if I put on a smile that intentionally or unintentionally, her whole person seemed to be lit up.

It all ended hazy at a basketball game, she brewed for a long time and almost took out the tissue just to wipe his sweat on the court, but just as she was ready to express herself and just take a step towards him, a girl jumped up and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat on his forehead. He smiled at her, a gaze that was gentle, like he had never seen before......

That day, she hid in the corner and cried.

When I think about it many years later, I feel that I was so stupid and cute at that time. And stupid is stupid, but he misses that innocent years very much, but he can't go back. It's not just that time, many things around her were dismissive at first, but once they missed it, they couldn't go back, such as her previous life, Ling Su, and her mother...... has been dependent on each other for more than 20 years, and now, only my mother is left alone in that world......

In a trance, something shook in front of my eyes. She instinctively dodged, but saw that the man looked stunned and withdrew his hand.

His fingers were as slender as bamboo. Yan Ran had never seen a man with such beautiful hands, but unfortunately he took it back without waiting for it to be clear, but when his eyes flickered, he seemed to see a crescent-shaped trace on the tiger's mouth of that hand.

"You cried ......"

His voice was as quiet as the water of a lake.

Yan Ran touched his cheeks in a panic, and he really cried.

"Time may change everything......"

Ever since he met him, Yan Ran hadn't understood a word he said.

He stood up, raised his head slightly to the bright moon, as if bathing in the moonlight, and the two fingers of the hand behind him unconsciously knocked on his waist with the jade flute. In this way, he was lined with the tranquility around him and the sweet fragrance of peach blossoms, and the wind blew the hem of his snow-colored robe, as if he would ride the wind away at any time.

"I still remember the night before you got married three years ago, it was also such a spring night, you said to me......"

Three years ago...... The night before the wedding...... A man and a woman meet on a spring night......

Yan Ran's brain teaser was racing rapidly...... Well, there is a situation!

"In that case, so be it......"

Yan Ran couldn't understand it again.

The man turned his head sideways, his face was floating with the light of the moon, and a pair of black eyes were facing her for a moment, which made her forget to breathe for a while, but she saw him smile again, like a white lotus: "Since this is the case, so be it......"

He paused word by word.

Yan Ran has one word and one product.

Although it is very likely that this man is telling a secret that only the real Cheng Xueyan knows, but in this situation, she heard something different from it.

In that case, so be it......

It's true...... Is that all?