At the request of the shade, I wrote something similar to the same person.。 Although it was a little late, it was a birthday gift for Yin. Yin, my gift has been delivered~~~~

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Spring is a fresh season, "the peach is dying, scorching its bloom". Shi Jingyuan remembered that the first time he saw Yan Rin was in such a season when the peach blossoms were in full bloom.

"You are Shi Jingyuan?" Under the largest cherry blossom tree in the Imperial Garden, a small child tilted his head to look at him, his eyes full of curiosity and estimation. "Then, you will be my companion in the future." The immature voice implied a hint of excitement, but it could not be refused. Although King Beijing's family has many children, he is the youngest. When he was young, he rarely went out, and it was difficult to meet playmates of the same age, but at this moment, when he saw a Yan Rin who was close to his age, he naturally felt a sense of intimacy. For Shi Jingyuan at this age, having a playmate is the most exciting, and as for the identity of the playmate, it is not his scope of consideration.

Two little children read books and practiced martial arts together, playing and playing. Children are kind by nature and love to share their best with their peers. Shi Jingyuan often mentioned his father to Yan Rin. At that time, the pride and pride on his face would always make Yan Rin's heart sour. In retaliation, Yan Rin often boasted about his appearance to Shi Jingyuan. What Rong Xiang personally handed him over to ride and shoot today, what Rong Xiang just praised his beautiful handwriting, and so on. That's the appearance, what a great person, in Shi Jingyuan's small heart, that is almost a god-like perfect person. Receiving praise from his face is something that his father feels honored. A heart full of envy was written on his face, making the other child proud. So, every time Shi Jingyuan talked about his father's pride, he was always broken up by Yan Rin's words soon after. Rong Qian's gentleness towards himself is the pride of Yan Rin.

Winter goes to spring, time passes, Yan Rin is still reading with Shi Jingyuan. It's just that he talks about Rong Qian less and less. Occasionally, when Shi Jingyuan asked, Yan Rin's eyes would always flash a trace of deep loneliness, which was so fast that he didn't have time to see it clearly. Then, his friends would always raise their heads and say very proudly, where Rong Xiang put down the rebellion a few days ago, where did Rong Xiang meet today, and so on. Although a little lonely, Rong Qian is still Yan Rin's pride.

Gradually, Yan Rin never took the initiative to mention Rong Qian to Shi Jingyuan again. Whenever Shi Jingyuan mentioned the once warm and familiar title, the hatred in Yan Rin's eyes always made him feel a chill in his heart. Then there was a bout of helpless desolation.

As Yan Rin's chief acquaintance, Shi Jingyuan knows Rong Qian's position in Yan Rin's heart best. Naturally, he also knows the subtle relationship between Yan Rin and Rong Qian best. In the past, he was like a patron saint, but in recent years, he has suppressed and excluded the lord who once swore allegiance. In the past, he was clean and self-contained, but now he is arrogant and lascivious, and he has monopoly power. looked at the loneliness in the eyes of his friends, and gradually turned into resentment; Helping his lord to give advice and keep his head up, Shi Jingyuan was deeply helpless in his heart. Why, his own lord and his friend, would go to the point of meeting each other with Rong Xiang? The birthday banquet seized power, the law field was shocked, and finally the man drifted away. No one knew exactly what the two men had said on the night they came back from the court. I only know that since then, Yan Rin has become more calm, not as calm as a fifteen-year-old boy, and calm is sad.

It was still a prosperous spring, and Yan Rin married the princess of Qin. Looking at his friend who was still lonely in the crowd and dressed in auspicious clothes, Shi Jingyuan seemed to see ten years ago. The cherry blossoms fell like rain that day, and the child had a clear gaze and his own pride.

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ps: Finally, at the end, I'm Yao from Xiaolou.