The gloomy clouds were like a hat over the sky, and the drizzle was dripping down, and the catkins were dancing and falling to the ground with the rain.

Since Yan Qing lived in this small courtyard, she has been watching this scenery for a long time, in addition to the willow trees that have just been greened, there is also a flower field in the small courtyard, and there are dwarf jasmine planted on the flower ground, but it is not yet the time to open, and there are only young leaves on the branches, but Yan Qing does not like jasmine, and there is no expectation for it to open in pieces.

Yan Qing didn't know where she was now, she woke up by the lake that day, she didn't remember who her surname was, and she didn't remember where her family lived, fortunately she met Ji Sijun, he had a pair of eyes as deep as the sea, he said that he was her husband, and he told her that her name was Yan Qing.

Yan Qing didn't doubt that Ji Sijun was her husband, Ji Sijun was very good to her, and would bring a lot of rare treasures and delicacies every day to make her happy, but Ji Sijun seemed to be very busy, every day he left early and would not come back until late at night, and there was basically no time to accompany her, so Yan Qing often felt very lonely.

Yan Qing once thought that the greatest happiness in a woman's life is to have a husband who loves her, and Ji Sijun has to admit that he is a good husband in addition to being busy, but for some reason, Yan Qing has never felt happy in her heart, even in the face of Ji Sijun's love, her heart is like a calm lake, without the slightest ripple, and even sometimes her heart is empty, as if something very important is missing.

"Madam, Mr. Anchen has come to see a doctor for you." The maid behind him never spoke except when necessary.

An Chen's arrival made Yan Qing's face smile, and she turned to watch An Chen, who was dressed in white, come to her through the long bar.

"Brother Anchen." Yan Qing smiled and whispered to An Chen, looking at the white clothes stained with rain, her smile deepened, "Brother An Chen, you are so good, come to see me on a rainy day." ”

An Chen is the second person Yan Qing knew after waking up, he is Ji Sijun's friend, and he is also a doctor, since she woke up, he will come to the small courtyard to accompany her every once in a while, although most of the time she has a lot of black medicine to drink after he comes, but she is still happy.

An Chen put the dripping umbrella aside, looked up at Yan Qing's smiling face, and was stunned for a moment, as if her smile was more intoxicating than the spring breeze, her smile was very simple, just because she was happy in her heart.

"It's raining outside, why is Qing'er still standing in this pavilion blowing the wind and rain?" An Chen's tone was a little reproachful, but his voice was very soft, and he was still smiling when he spoke, which only meant concern to Yan Qing.

"Brother Anchen, I'm bored, the yard is so big, I'm tired of it, my husband is very busy and doesn't have time to take me shopping, and I'm not allowed to go out by myself, it will be very boring to stay in the room every day." Yan Qing took out a handkerchief to wipe the rain off her face, pouting and complaining.

"I am like a canary in a cage by my husband, there is no freedom, and the scenery around me is always only the green willows."

An Chen looked at Yan Qing, who was unhappy with his head down, his brows were slightly furrowed but he didn't answer, just the unbearable flashes in his eyes.

After a long time, he spoke: "Qing'er, sit down and I'll help you check your pulse, and see if your body has recovered in the past two days." ”

"Yes." Yan Qing nodded and sat on the wooden chair in the pavilion, facing An Chen, she seemed to be like an old woman, and she always had endless words.

"Brother Anchen, you don't have to worry, I know my body, I have never been sick after waking up for so long." Seeing An Chen's heavy face when he took the pulse, Yan Qing felt sad, and the other hand couldn't help but caress his eyebrows to caress away his worries, and his eyelashes trembled lightly between her fingers, tickling.

Feeling the softness between his eyebrows, An Chen forgot to breathe, Ren Yanqing's fingers stroked between his eyebrows, and he secretly prayed in his heart to let time stay at this moment.