The wind blows all things to the end, and the wind touches all things as quietly. The flowers in the middle of the afternoon have not yet bloomed, the sunset dyes the outline of the flower red silhouette on the window, the oblique shadow is dim, antique, dark and dusk are intertwined, the black clouds press the city as if to swallow up the dusk, everything is so peaceful, people can not see a little wave, the curtain of falling flowers and brocade renders the sunset, the people on the bed are half-hidden, there is a light fragrance in the air, like the cold fragrance of the moonlight at night and the cold water fragrance of the cold spring flowing under the cold snow and green pine, far and deep, without the slightest obscenity.

Awakened by this cold fragrance, I tried to open my eyes, but my body was heavy, as if I was sinking to the bottom of a lake, and I saw the light in the darkness, desperately trying to grasp something, but I couldn't catch anything.

After thinking about it for a while, I felt a chill behind me, and found that I was not in the wisps...

Get up and get dressed and look at everything around you.... The ancient costumes, the noisy voices outside the room, the vermilion, gray and white rubble outside the window..., his eyes were full of doubts.

Surprised, "This is... Where...? ”

Surprised, suddenly felt a force behind him, looking in that direction, the person's eyes were clear and bright, the eyes seemed to be hazy with mist, those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the heart of the whole person, to explore the secret to the depths of the heart, the afterglow was deep and cold, so that people did not dare to speculate at will, for fear that the heart would melt. His body still trembled uncontrollably, and he turned his head away from looking at him. The fine white and dusty plain clothes, as if the world's most deserted corner of the scenery are cut into clothes, the ring fingers are fragrant, the peach blossom is crimson, the lips are stained, and the lips are a little whiter than the daughter's house, almost transparent, he seems to be ethereal, the ink-colored hair and white float quietly, as if the dream is not real, there is a moment of stunned, there are such good-looking people in the world, so that the scenery in the world has lost its due color, only smell its scene, do not hear its feelings, do not ask about the fireworks in the world, the eyes unconsciously dare not look away from this gaze, for fear that it will disappear in the next second, Nowhere to be found.

I was slightly stunned and found that the man was taking off his clothes, on the other hand, the person was dressed neatly, and it could be found from the details that he had just been dressed, and the slender knuckles fell lightly on the skin, like the deep early snow of winter, which was cold and fresh and refreshing, because of this series of actions, it made people blush a little.

Reason pulls itself back to reality and backs away, "You... Want to do... What the? "Here... What kind of place is it? ”

The man was a little surprised, but he didn't let people see that he disappeared quickly and couldn't find a trace of existence, "This is Guochun Tower." ”

The sound is dusty and clear, and it makes people fall into it....

"Wait..., this..."

Before Qiu Cheng could react, the person had already disappeared, looking at the back and blurring. It's like a dream, regardless of the smoke and rain, the dust, and the warmth of this world.

The night is a little terrifying under the shroud of Bianjing, looking at the person in the mirror in the mirror, the skin is like clotted fat, the posture is graceful, gorgeous and magnificent, the furnishings around the room, the calligraphy and painting on the wall are displayed, it can be seen that the character of its owner, elegant and talented, inadvertently swept a painting in the corner, looking at the person in this painting is absolutely beautiful and gorgeous, with rhyme and elegance, bathing in a thousand landscapes... She's a schoolgirl who blushes.

looked at the person in the mirror with a solemn face, only added a little more elegance and courage, the complexion lost its former beauty, and the eyebrows were replaced by quiet and indifferent, as if he wanted to think about something, and there was a trace of sadness that could not be soothed.

"Master, come down quickly, the son downstairs will see you first."

An indifferent face looked at the person who spoke, and responded to others with indifference, "This is Qinglou?" ”

"Phew! What Qinglou, what's wrong with you, teacher, where is the wind blowing in Tianjing today! ”

The person who spoke wriggled his fat body, his face seemed to have cooled the layer of oily skin on the broth, although he was old and decrepit, but it could be seen that the person in front of him was also very well maintained, and when he spoke, the wrinkles on his face twitched as his lips opened and closed, and before Qiu Cheng could speak, she fiddled with the red handkerchief and covered her face with a half-shy face, which seemed to be meaningful, and then said: "It seems that you and that cold son..., in the future, don't go to the Huanlian Pavilion old." ”

There was subtle jealousy and hatred in her eyes when she said this, but it was only a fleeting moment, and as the sophisticated cover disappeared, before she could get out of it, she disappeared into nothing, replaced by the same coquettish smile.

Teasing the red handkerchief, he said, "Oh, come down, really, is it easy for the old lady?" ”

Looking at everything strange around him, he saw that the still indifferent face pondered for a moment: "Okay, freshen up and go." ”

The bright candlelight, the bright room, the smile and whispering, the noise, "I said, the "girl" is not going to help the young lady dress up, "It can be seen through the words that this "girl" is very afraid of Aunt Hong and even a little afraid.

The girl stepped forward, what's your name? His indifferent and quiet face never changed.

"I.... I.... I..., Miss don't... Scold me," tearful eyes slid down her cheeks and fell to the ground, and a pair of small, black and yellow dry hands kept rubbing back and forth.

"I often scold you?"

"No... No... Although... Serve the young lady once, young lady... Very... Very good. ”

"Get up, you're afraid of me?"

"Ahh His face was furrowed, obviously he didn't expect to ask such a question. ”

"What's your name?"

"Ah. Bifurcation. Girl. ”

"You're from here? Is there anyone else in the house? ”

She was very simple, and when she heard this, she was a little hesitant, probably the softest place in her heart was touched: "I... I... Aunt Hong brought me a month ago, and I... There was no one at home after last year's drought..., and my sister was too," she burst into tears, and tears of sadness swayed along her cheeks in the wind, and she didn't stop for a long time....

Qiu Cheng stretched out her hand and gestured to pull her up, "Okay, you can call me 'sister' when there is no one in the future, I will take care of you, you just need to help me abide by my duty." ”

"Ahh

"Girl, it's not a name, from now on you are a flower gravel, the stamen of the flower, it seems to be weak, but in fact it is tenacious, Yingxiang Ting, remember your name."

Qiu Cheng felt that this girl had no scheming at first sight, but she was very forbearant and strong at a young age, such a person could stay by her side, but it didn't mean that she trusted her completely.

The girl was about to be shocked, she didn't expect that she would be treated like this, and she leaned on the arm of the person in front of her, as if looking for support, "Little... Miss, sister...," she was a little excited, the corners of her eyes were shining, that was..., suppressed her grievances for a long time, her tears were drowned by the voice, she needed to sell herself if she wanted to survive in the alley of red mansions, not to mention that she was still young and only came for a few days to hire Ting, and it was just when she was happy with her family, what she wanted was not to be displaced.

"Do you know what that boy was here for? What do I do? ”

"Sister... Sister. Son? Small... My sister usually likes to go to the Raccoon Pavilion. The girl blushed a little when she said slowly.

Qiu Cheng was puzzled, "What kind of place is that?" ”

"It's a woman.... Wind... Flow... "Her face was now red and could drip blood.

The indifferent face was still indifferent: "Got it." ”

Turn around and laugh at yourself, when will you be good at taking advantage of other people's emotions, but you will know everything if you are kind to her.

Close the door and sit in front of the window, the light veil blows, everything unfamiliar, as if only at this moment they are free, in the era when the city is just emerging, the sound of street selling outside, the smoke rising in the distance, the smell of rice from time to time in the wind, at least know who the painting is from, the painting let her know who the owner is, and also know the age, the person's water fragrance seems to remain in the house, attached to the air, penetrating into every corner of the house, fluttering and blurring, regardless of the smoke and rain, not falling dust, Without taking away a trace of the warmth of the world, Qiu Cheng touched his face.