"No, now, I don't have the face to see him again, An Ran, you go and give this to him, tell him, I have nothing to do with him from now on." Ye Anyao endured the heartache and handed over a folding fan, on which were two butterflies flying with wings, which were drawn by Fang Xiucai himself.

Ye Anran was just about to take the paper fan, but was pulled by his sister: "Wait a minute, I'll write something." ”

Then Ye Anyao took the brush and wrote down the intoxicating butterfly love flower word by word - the flowers faded and the red and green apricots are small, when the swallows fly, the green water is around, the willows on the branches are blowing and there is little, and there is no fragrant grass at the end of the world. The swing in the wall, the road outside the wall, the pedestrians outside the wall, the beautiful woman in the wall laughs, the laughter gradually disappears, and the affection is ruthlessly annoyed.

Looking at the desperate poem written by his sister, Ye Anran slowly spoke: "Sister, did you really decide so?" If you regret ...... now? Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Ye Anyao: "Don't say it, An Ran, this path is my own choice, I won't regret it no matter what, you go, take it to Xiucai, and tell her that it was me Ye Anyao who lost him." ”

"Sister...... Ye Anran wanted to say something to comfort his sister at this moment, but found that it was useless to say anything, things had evolved like this, and no one could change it.

"Go, Enron." Ye Anyao waved her hand weakly.

Then Ye Anran took the paper fan and went to the back door, and sure enough, Fang Xiucai was waiting there, looking anxious, and he was still wearing the old whitish gray gown.

"Fanghe Prefecture." Ye Anran screamed softly.

Fang Xiucai immediately raised his head, a little emotional: "An Ran, what about your sister?" Because Ye Anran and Fang Hezhou have been familiar with each other for more than a month, Fang Hezhou does not call her Second Miss, but directly calls her Enron.

"My sister won't come, she told me to give this to you." Ye Anran slowly handed over the paper fan.

Fang Hezhou trembled and took the paper fan, slowly opened it, and two butterflies appeared in it, which he drew to Ye Anyao with his own hands, he still remembered that day, he sold fans at the Dragon King Temple Fair, Ye Anyao helped him, in order to express his gratitude, he sent a paper fan to her, but she insisted that he draw something for herself, maybe at that time, he had an inextricable emotion for Ye Anyao in his heart, so he drew two butterflies fluttering.

He still remembers that at that time, Ye Anyao liked it very much, and the baby seemed to be holding this paper fan, but now he has returned this thing?

Why? Could it be that the rumors are all true, she ...... Are you really going to be an imperial concubine?

At this time, he found that a poem was written on the open space next to the paper fan, the butterfly love flower was so poignant, but it made him feel painful, where is there no grass at the end of the world? Hehe, it's clear that she's breaking up with him, isn't she?

"She's writing it, isn't it?" It is not difficult to recognize Ye Anyao's handwriting, the swaying traces are the same as her character, always so flamboyant and free.

Ye Anran nodded: "Well, my sister said that she was the one who lost you." ”

After hearing this, Fang Xiucai's body trembled, and then he looked up to the sky and smiled: "Haha, Ye Anyao, to this day, if you lose me, can you pay it off?" You are so ruthless, if you can't be with me, why did you come to provoke me in the first place, I knew that a lady like you would not look down on a low-level poor person like me, it turned out that it was really playing tricks on me, was it fun? ”