The epiphany in the courtyard was just blooming, but the moment the golden epiphany bloomed, perhaps because the golden mangs were too brilliant and dazzling, as if they had alarmed the earth's firmament, it was originally a drizzly autumn night, and suddenly turned into a torrential rain and wind

。

Wei Siyang felt that Tan Xing'er's hands were cold, and when she lowered her head, she found that her face was also pale like an epiphany in the rain.

"Brother Wei, what happened just now?Did it bloom without snow?" Tan Xing'er's voice trembled slightly,

"It bloomed a golden flower, never an epiphany was golden, am I dreaming?"

Wei Siyang looked at the wind and rain outside the teahouse, shook his head and said:

"You read that right, not only did the snow bloom, but the golden light of the flowers literally lit up the whole sky, and then it caused this heavy rain. ”

It was indeed a heavy rain, as if the heavens were venting some kind of anger. The epiphany in the flowerbed was hurriedly withered in the heavy rain, and they bowed their heads in submission. Only the tall tree, without snow, still stands proudly in the torrential wind.

The wind carried the cold rain directly on Wei Siyang, Tan Xing'er's face became more and more pale, as if between the opening of the epiphany, her spirit and soul were also disappearing

。 She suddenly grabbed Wei Siyang's arm and said in a trembling voice:

"Brother Wei, every time I lose the epiphany, I often faint, so you don't have to be afraid, I, I, just, just ......."

Tan Xing'er said and spoke, her eyes staring at Wei Siyang suddenly dimmed, her slender body fell softly into Wei Siyang's arms, her long eyelashes slowly closed, but there was a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth.

Looking at Tan Xing'er who seemed to be asleep, Wei Siyang felt like an epiphany suddenly withering in the palm of his hand, and he was anxious and at a loss for a while. He hugged Tan Xing'er to his chest, but he didn't dare to hug it too tightly, for fear of hurting this soft and delicate body. "Miss Tan, Tan Xing'er, what's wrong with you?" Wei Siyang shouted while blocking the rain outside the eaves with his body, "Xing'er, can you hear me?"

A few raindrops splashed on Tan Pricolar's snow-white cheeks, her body moved, her starry eyes were half-opened, and she saw Wei Siyang's anxious gaze under her two sweat-stained thick eyebrows, so she smiled reluctantly and slowly closed her eyes.

Wei Siyang was frightened for a while, he picked up Tan Xing'er and just wanted to go into the teahouse to avoid the heavy rain, but the door of the teahouse had already opened, and it was Tan Yanbei, an old man with silver beard and white hair, who opened the door.

"Old Man Tan, come and see, Miss Tan, what's wrong?" Wei Siyang shouted as if he had met a savior:

"Just now Epiphany was defeated, and she suddenly fainted. ”

Tan Yanbei reached out and touched Tan Xing'er's forehead, tested her pulse again, and then let out a long sigh. "Help me get her into the house." Tan Yanbei said: "You don't have to worry too much, she will wake up." ”

Wei Siyang walked into the teahouse with Tan Xing'er in his arms, Tan Yanbei looked back at the dark rainy night, and muttered, "What a big rain."

Tan Xing'er was lying on the blue and purple bamboo bed, breathing softly like the fine yarn on her pillow. Tan Yanbei covered her granddaughter with a thin quilt, and slowly lit a sandalwood stick beside her, and in the wafting smoke, the old man's kind eyes carried a trace of melancholy.

"Let her lie down quietly for a while!" Tan Yanbei said to Wei Siyang, who was standing aside, "The water outside is boiling, let's go have a cup of tea." ”

Wei Siyang nodded, followed Tan Yanbei to the living room, and when he walked out of the door, he couldn't help but glance back at Tan Xing'er.

The sound of rain outside the window was turbulent, and the light smoke was curling indoors, Myolie Tam was lying quietly on the bamboo bed, and the shallow smile was still hanging on her lips.