"This is Epiphany?" Wei Siyang blinked in surprise. "It's rare for us to see epiphany in the north, and that's what it looks like. I've heard that epiphany blooms at night all year round, and it is thanked as soon as the morning dawns, right?"

"Not exactly. The girl gently let go of the flower branch in her hand and looked up into the distance, "Epiphyllum also has a flowering period, and it does not bloom in all seasons. But these epiphanyes of mine really bloom every night, regardless of autumn and winter, cold and heat, wind, frost, rain and snow. Open every night, lose every night. Every time, when it blooms to its most beautiful and splendid, it begins to wither slowly."

The girl looked back at Wei Siyang, and her voice suddenly felt a little sad. "Every time I see the epiphany, I know that they will bloom again tomorrow, but I still feel very sad. ”

Wei Siyang was silent for a while, and suddenly nodded, "Yes, I can feel that feeling." However, it may not be sad, but a ...... The loss of the coming and going, the impermanence of the world, isn't it?"

The girl turned her head and stared into Wei Siyang's eyes. With a hint of doubt on his face. I looked at it for a long time. Wei Siyang smiled, "What's the matter? I'm almost embarrassed to be stared at by you like this." ”

The girl looked back and whispered, "It's strange. ”

Wei Siyang scratched his head and said with a smile: "What's strange? Did I say something wrong?"

The girl said, "I have never seen you, but I think you are familiar." It seems like I've known you for a long time. ”

Wei Siyang was suddenly stunned. Because that's how he feels, too. The girl's gentle smile seemed to have appeared tens of thousands of times in his dreams.

"Then, let's be good friends!" Wei Siyang felt a little at a loss, so he didn't have anything to say. "My surname is Wei, Wei Siyang. What about you?"

"Wei Siyang?" the girl smiled, two shallow pear pits on the corners of her mouth. "Siyang. Si Junjun is far away, and the white water falls into the autumn sun. What a name you have. She pointed at the tip of her pretty nose with her white fingers, "My name is also very good, my name is Tan Xing'er." ”

"Apricots, apricot blossoms, spring rain, apricots in the south of the Yangtze River?"

Wei Siyang also smiled. "You must have been born when the apricot blossoms bloomed to have such a nice name. ”

Tan Xing'er nodded vigorously, "Yes." I was born in the season when the apricot blossoms bloomed. Grandpa will call me Xing'er. ”

"Looks like we're going to be friends. Oh yes. And your favorite epiphany. Wei Siyang pointed to the epiphany in the flower field and said.

Myolie Tan smiled even more happily, "I just don't know if I like the epiphany I like you or not," she said. Wei Siyang squatted down, followed Tan Xing'er's example to touch an epiphany in front of him, and said with a smile: "I'll ask them." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly shouted, and then the whole person jumped up, and his right hand, which had just touched Epiphany, shook vigorously, and his handsome face turned red.

Tan Xing'er was startled by his sudden shout, looking at Wei Siyang's chaotic appearance, Tan Xing'er didn't know what was going on at all. "You, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Siyang grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, and beads of sweat rolled on his forehead. "This flower has thorns. Wei Siyang looked up at Tan Xing'er. "As soon as I touched your flower branch with my hand, it felt like I had been pricked hundreds of times, and I almost fainted from the pain. ”

Tan Xing'er's eyes widened in surprise. "My flowers have thorns? I've been raising these flowers since I was a child, and they don't even have half a thorn!" she lifted the branch that Wei Siyang had stroked just now, "I don't believe it." "Indeed, the branches and leaves were as smooth as jasper, and not a single burr could be seen.

"But I was really stabbed. Wei Siyang spread out his palms and stretched out in front of Tan Xing'er.

Tan Xing'er lowered her head to look at Wei Siyang's hand, the palm of Wei Siyang's right hand was densely covered with bright red dots, as if it would bleed at any time.

"Why is this happening?" Seeing Wei Siyang's sweaty face, Tan Xing'er frowned anxiously, Wei Siyang held her right hand tightly, and the stinging pain in the cone on her palm not only did not reduce, but slowly intensified, as if it was about to spread from her hands to her whole body. It was obviously a thornless flower branch, but the stinging made him tremble in pain. Wei Siyang was painful and strange. I heard Tan Xing'er ask softly, "Are you better?" ”

"Not likely. It's really, really painful. ”

Wei Siyang raised his head with a wry smile, and Tan Xing'er was also looking at him anxiously. A pair of beautiful big eyes were staring at Wei Siyang without blinking, and their eyes were full of tenderness and care.

Myolie Tan suddenly stretched out her hands and held Wei Siyang's right hand in front of her chest, carefully holding a string of dewdrops that would shatter when touched. Her palms are soft and smooth like a baby's cheeks. Then she lowered her head and blew softly on Wei Siyang's palm.

Wei Siyang smelled her sweet breath and her expression that made people feel so pitiful that she felt distressed, and her heart suddenly melted into a gentle spring water.

And at this moment, the piercing pain seemed to stop suddenly. Tan Xing'er raised her head and asked him softly, "Are you better?"

Wei Siyang looked at Tan Xing'er in front of him a little confused, Tan Xing'er's delicate face was beautiful like a dream in the morning light.

"It seems to be a little better. But......" Wei Siyang said in a daze, "but don't take your hands away." I'm afraid I'll start hurting again as soon as you let go!"

He was telling the truth, but Myolie Tan's face suddenly turned red.

"So you were pretending. She shook Wei Siyang's right hand to the side heavily, and her face was red like petals that had just been dyed in autumn colors.

Wei Siyang was shaken off by her, and the sharp pain suddenly hit the mountains and seas. This time it was even more violent than before, like 10,000 steel needles from the arm to the heart. Wei Siyang couldn't help but scream again, the sound of two rows of teeth clenching, and the sweat instantly soaked his shirt.

"I'm sorry! I'm just kidding. Tan Xing'er saw that he was in pain again, and she was at a loss for a while, she stretched out her sleeve to wipe the sweat on Wei Siyang's forehead, and asked anxiously: "Did I hurt you when I fell?"

Just as they were scrambling, an old voice suddenly came. "Xing'er, what's wrong? What are you shouting?"