Suddenly, a light flute sound floated to the bed like a breeze sweeping the floor-to-ceiling curtain on the side of the terrace, lingering in the ears, and then drilling into the heart, instantly turning into a lake of rippling water, washing away the grief and indignation silently, making the whole person like a boat on the lake, anything.

It's him......

The man in white immediately appeared in his mind, standing under the moon with his hands in his hands, floating like a fairy......

By the way, who is he?

While thinking about it, the man had slipped out of bed.

Bi Tong really fell asleep, but she didn't realize that her girl was wearing a moon-blue plain coat and quietly went downstairs.

Still the same as the previous time, Cheng Xueyan, a road blind who was congenitally unable to distinguish the direction, finally appeared accurately in the garden a few zhang away through the corridor gate under the guidance of the flute sound.

Snow-white floor-length robes, long ink-dyed hair that is half-pulled and half-drooping. He sat on a stone bench with his back to the door, a section of the jade flute's face showing a moist halo of moonlight, and his slender fingers moving slowly as if dancing on the moonlight.

The sound of the flute stopped unconsciously, and his graceful hand lightly held the flute on the stone table, and slowly turned sideways to call her: "Why don't you come and sit?" ”

His voice seemed to be the most beautiful dreamy melody of the night, and she walked over as if hypnotized, and sat down on the stone bench, facing his jade-carved face.

"Don't remember anything?" The dreamy sound fell to my ears again.

He knew he had "amnesia"? He even knew, was it rumored or cared about? The inexplicable hope in my heart is the latter.

"Remember this tune?" He seemed to sigh softly, and turned to look at her.

For a moment, she felt a sense of suffocation.

How can there be such a beautiful man in the world, beauty is beautiful, but not as soft as a woman, especially the eyes, although they are as indifferent as mist, there is a deep and indescribable nobility between the eyes, as if the cold stars flashed, but they disappeared behind the clouds in an instant.

It wasn't the first time she saw her, but she was still shocked, and she only vaguely heard him ask something, so she nodded reflexively.

It's not a lie, isn't that the tune he played that night? Although she is not a person with a good memory, she has an unusual sensitivity to music.

"Lilac Snow" ......," he laughed.

Damn, even the smile is so charming, she can't help but want to ...... if he continues like this

"You only like lilacs, and although their flowers are small and not outstanding, you say that the color of the lilac is beautiful, because the delicate fragrance is intoxicating...... It's unassuming, but it's the most charming flower ...... in the world."

Was he talking to himself? Why can't I understand a word?

"It was a late spring and early summer day, and the first time I saw you, you were standing under a lilac tree, dressed in a goose-yellow gauze skirt, with a few lilac trees behind you. The wind blows your light sleeves, and the whole person is ready to fly......"

His voice became deeper and more inviting, as if immersed in the memories of the first meeting, but he smiled again, and tapped his palm with a flute: "I never thought there was anything good about cloves, but I chose this courtyard full of lilacs......"

Cheng Xueyan noticed that the courtyard was surrounded by lilacs, but the two times she came here was at night, and this man was too attractive to her eyes, so she ignored the surrounding scenery.

It's mid-spring right now, or the cloves will bloom in a few days. Although her mother was a gardener, she had never been particularly fond of any kind of flower, but he said that he had a good impression of clove peanuts. But when you think about it, who is influencing whom?

"Some flowers don't need to be appreciated with your eyes. Every night, the aroma of cloves is extraordinarily strong, like intoxicating wine. I always poured wine and played chess, sat at this stone table, and sometimes ...... and they will see you. As soon as his deep eyes were raised, Cheng Xueyan's heart seemed to stop beating: "It's just ...... Occasionally, you're just ...... Pass by...... For this courtyard full of cloves. ”

His gaze swept away as if he had left a trace of sadness.

"More often than not, I'm alone, or drinking, or playing against myself, or occasionally playing the flute......"

The jade flute spun in a circle in his hand, slicing through a curve of iridescent color.

"Intermittently, there is this tune." The corners of his lips hooked slightly: "That night, I was playing this tune, and you came...... My back to the door, but I know you're standing in the doorway. Since I moved into this courtyard, it is the first time you have stepped into this purple fragrance house, and it is also the first time you have sat in front of me, and the first time you have spoken to me......"

He looked at her deeply, and that gaze fell through her eyes and into the bottom of his heart, like a pebble gently but loudly cast into the water.

"You ask what kind of tune this is. In fact, it is just a casual work, and it has no name yet. If you don't believe it, how can it be said that it is an idle pen with an indescribable sadness? ”

She sucked in.

At this point, everyone can see that this man likes Cheng Xueyan very much, this song was composed for her, and it was completely sad because of lovesickness, but I don't know if Cheng Xueyan feels sluggish or pretends. And how do these two people look at how they match, if this plot appears in the TV series, it is enough to kill a group of viewers, and then scold the director for dragging the plot. This man too, if you like it, just say it, go around and around, make "The Bride Marry, the Groom is Not Me" and then he was divorced again, what does this mean by saying this? Alas, the ancients were such trouble!

She was in a hurry, so she almost pierced this layer of window paper to be a matchmaker, but she immediately thought that she was Cheng Xueyan now......

"The sound of the flute may be unintentional, but the listener has a heart." He smiled.

The smile is still elegant, but it makes her feel a little sad, because this smile should belong to the real Cheng Xueyan.

"I asked you to come up with a name for the song, but you looked at the lilacs all around. At that time, most of the lilacs had withered, and a layer of purple and white flowers was spread on the ground. You spit out lightly, Lilac Snow...... All right? ”

At this moment, the moon is light, the shadows of the trees are hazy, and the fragrance is fine.

"Lilac Snow ......" His eyes flashed with a small light, like a starry sky: "Nature is the best ......"

Because of the love of the house and the black, I have a different kind of love for lilacs, and I am convinced to compose this song. The song is born from the heart, and when it is played, there is affection, inch by inch, not only can she hear it, but Cheng Xueyan should also understand it very well, so can she think that she really doesn't know his mind? And what kind of miss is it between this pair of beautiful people, which is just made in heaven?

"You...... Who the hell is it? ”

This man, including his past with Cheng Xueyan, made her extremely curious at the moment. Even if you don't gossip, you will inevitably want to know a thing or two, not to mention that women are always emotional animals.

"Guo Zichen."

He looked at her, the stars shining in his eyes.

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His face was ticklish, and there was a suppressed chuckle in his ears.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a little girl with a round face and a bearded beard lying on the side of the bed, her eyes smiling like two crescents looking at her, and she was still scratching her face with a thin grass in her hand.

Cheng Xueyan couldn't help but stand up.

My head hurt a little, and I thought about it for a long time when I came back from Zixiangju last night, and then I found that I only asked the name of that person and gave up, but I didn't ask who he was, how could there be a man surnamed in the family of an official eunuch like Cheng Fu? She wanted to go out again several times, but the sound of the flute had stopped, and as a woman, whether modern or ancient, it was not appropriate to look for a man in the middle of the night.

She thought about it like this, and I don't know how long it took before she fell asleep and dreamed a lot. Just now, I felt that everything in the dream was very logical, and I couldn't figure it out at all, but the little girl enthusiastically pounced over and shouted, "Sister Xue Yan, don't forget me!" Then I forgot about it completely.

Her body was fleshy, with a faint milky fragrance, as if it was a big marshmallow, which made people feel relaxed.

"Little boy, Sister Xue Yan is just right, don't pester her, okay? Is it okay for Bitong to go out with her son? The flowers of Xinyuan are blooming......"

Bi Tong hurriedly stepped forward to pull the child who hugged the girl tightly, but she didn't dare to use too much force.

Little boy?

Cheng Xueyan hurriedly grabbed the child's face and looked carefully.

Pink and snow-white skin, smooth enough to pinch out water. He has a round face, thin eyebrows and thin eyes, a slightly low nose bridge, and an extremely thin upper lip that is slightly upturned. When she looked at her, she immediately grinned, revealing half of her crooked front teeth, and the other front tooth was a hole, but it made him look extremely cute.

He pulled Cheng Xueyan's hand away, but hooked her neck, and said coquettishly: "Does my sister remember me this time?" I'm Cangpeng......"

Cang Peng...... Cheng Cangpeng...... The little son of Chengfu...... A cherished character in the house!

When he said this, Cheng Xueyan really felt that he looked very similar to his sister Cheng Xueyao, but since he was a son, how could he dress up as a girl?

But she quickly found the answer on her own. In the past, many families liked to dress up little boys as girls, in order to make a living. She remembers that when she was a child, her neighbor's grandmother always let her grandson wear girls' clothes and gave him pigtails, which she didn't cut until he was in elementary school. Although well-intentioned, this can lead to psychological problems in boys, and most men in modern society who desire sex reassignment surgery suffer from transvestism.

It's just that Cheng Cangpeng, who is now twisting candy in his arms and refusing Bitong to lead him out to play, is really cute, and she is happy to hold this chubby and fluffy toy, but she doesn't understand a little, Du Mizhen and Cheng Xueyao don't like her very much, how can this child be so close to her?

"Remember me? Remember me? Cheng Cangpeng tossed this sentence repeatedly, and rubbed her cheeks vigorously with his two little hands.

It's not good, it's going to get wrinkles if you go on like this.

"Well, Cang Peng will answer my sister's question first, okay?"

She pulled down his hand and took it, looking at the round face earnestly.

"Okay."

Cheng Cangpeng immediately sat upright, his mouth was pursed, his cheeks were bulging, and there was a shallow dimple embedded in it, this serious appearance made Cheng Xueyan really want to kiss hard.