Walking into the long alley, Wei Siyang raised his head and saw the delicate girl in white like the tip of a flower.

It was a teahouse made of patches of pale yellow bamboo. The sign made of wood is engraved with the word "Zen incense", and the whole tea house has a faint poetic feeling. It is not at all like the architecture of this era, and it is even more incompatible with this busy and noisy city.

In front of the teahouse there is a small flower garden fenced with bronze wooden stakes. But in the whole flower field, there is only one kind of flower. Maybe it's not a flower at all, just a cluster of green plants. Long branches, narrow leaves, verdant and dripping. But there are no flowers, not a single flower, not even a bud. The girl in white stood in the green.

When Wei Siyang saw her, she was bending down and touching the green leaves with her hands, the wind blew, the large emerald green shook gently, and the girl's white clothes were leaning on this emerald green. At this moment, Wei Siyang felt a trance, as if he had stepped into a dream, and saw a flying snow in the north of the country, which suddenly fell on the leafy Jiangnan.

Wei Siyang stopped and looked at the girl in a daze, feeling dazed. Wei Siyang has been walking this alley for many years. Every day when he goes to work in the library, Wei Siyang will walk through the crowded street in front of him as fast as he can, and walk into this alley. In fact, this alley is not close to the library where he works, but Wei Siyang likes the tranquility of this alley. Sometimes Wei Siyang even feels that he doesn't belong to the city like this alley. It's all so quiet, lonely, and out of place.

Wei Siyang was familiar with every building on both sides of the alley, but he couldn't remember when this teahouse called Zen Xiang was built. It seemed that this teahouse appeared on the side of the street overnight.

The girl also saw Wei Siyang, so she straightened up and showed a faint smile at Wei Siyang.

She's definitely a beautiful girl. Under the long eyelashes, a pair of eyes are delicate like the first autumn color after a long rain. The slight smile that bloomed at the corners of his mouth raised slightly made Wei Siyang feel that a spring flower suddenly bloomed in his heart.

Wei Siyang was 100% sure that he had never seen this girl before. But this smile is familiar as if it has been seen thousands of times in a dream, and it is so light and warm.

"Are you alright?

The girl looked at Wei Siyang, who was confused, and asked softly. Her voice was clear and soft.

Wei Siyang seemed to have just woken up from a dream, reached out and touched his nose. "No, it's fine. Hello, I'm just, it's just" Wei Siyang suddenly spoke a little nervous, this is something that has never happened in thirty years. "I'm just passing through here. ”

"You seem to pass by here every day. The girl smiled again, "I've seen you three times." ”

"Yes. I go to work from here every day. Wei Siyang said, "I have also seen you three times." But it's the first time I've talked to you. Wei Siyang walked to the flower garden and stood a few steps away from the girl, the faint morning sun sprinkled on the flower field, and the morning breeze was full of the soft fragrance of wood leaves.

The girl stretched out her slender fingers, and a drop of crystal dew slid through the veins of the leaves, and landed lightly between her fingers, like a lonely pearl.

Alleys, flower beds, maidens in white, pearly dewdrops. All this is too beautiful, and beauty will only appear in Tang and Song poems, not in the scene of this era. If it weren't for the girl standing in front of him, Wei Siyang would have suspected that he was just dreaming.

He shook his head vigorously, this unreal feeling made Wei Siyang very confused, in order to get rid of this feeling, he deliberately coughed dryly twice, and then pretended to be very relaxed, raised his voice and asked, "You are a foreigner, girl." I've been walking this road for years, and I've only seen you in the past few days. ”

"Yes. The girl kept smiling. "Our home is far to the south. It's been less than a month since my grandfather and I moved here. The girl's soft accent did have a faint Jiangnan charm. "Grandpa opened a tea house here, and I planted flowers here. ”

Wei Siyang also smiled, in such a breezy morning, and such a beautiful girl who came out of the picture scroll to speak softly, that warm feeling was something Wei Siyang had never had.

"Are you planting flowers or grass?" Wei Siyang pointed to the green plant and asked with a smile, "If it's a flower, why don't I even see half a petal?"

The girl lifted a green leaf with her hand, and the green was as beautiful as an emerald that had just been washed by the rain. "This is Mu Xue Epiphany. The girl blinked her long eyelashes, and her watery eyes were full of care and pity. "Have you ever heard of a flash in the pan? This is the epiphany, and the most beautiful one in the world. ”