Alas......

The mind of adults, this son doesn't understand at all!

Carrying a pair of small hands, he walked helplessly, quite like a little adult.

The little guy is quite sentimental, what a sigh at a young age!

Mu Chujin tilted his head and glanced at the small shadow behind him, and a rare smile hung on the corner of his mouth, faint and warm.

"Beautiful brother, you look so good when you smile!" The sweet children's voice, the little ghost farts followed, and inadvertently found that the beautiful brother was snickering.

"Ahem......" Mu Chujin coughed twice in embarrassment, the smile on his face was a little stiff, he was praised for being beautiful for the first time, and he was a child who had not been weaned for a long time, so it was really sad to let my old face go!

"Mother-" The dark eyes lit up, and the eyebrows suddenly relaxed, the task was finally completed, so reluctant to be a beautiful brother! Wearing a mask, mysterious and cold, so handsome!

Mu Chujin turned his eyes to look over and saw a woman standing under the plane tree, her face was burnt, probably in a hurry.

The imp waved his short arms and legs and ran into the woman's arms, with a happy face, and the woman leaned over and hugged the child in her arms, as if holding a baby, and her sandal-colored lips kept chattering, saying some words of lesson, until the little ghost was bored and refused to stop.

Then, the woman looked up at the purple-clothed young man not far away, smiled kindly, and said gratefully, "Childe, thank you." ”

"You're welcome, I'm just dropping by." Mu Chujin responded politely.

The little ghost smiled mischievously at the young man, and the baby's fat cheeks bloomed: "Beautiful brother, maybe we will meet again!" After that, he grimaced at Mu Chujian.

"Farewell, Childe." The woman said kindly.

"Madame, please—"

Looking at the big and small figures that disappeared from sight, Mu Chujin smiled, what a naïve stinky boy, will we meet again? I'm afraid it's difficult, after all, the encounter is accidental, but there are not too many accidents in the world.

The purple-clothed young man raised his eyes and stared at the clear blue sky, and the small courtyard at this time was sparsely populated, making it extremely quiet. She closed her eyelashes, which were as light as cicada's wings, and felt a faint fragrance of flowers rushing towards her face, straight to the tip of her nose.

Peach blossom?

It turned out to be a peach blossom?

In the hot July, the peach blossom season has passed, but how can there be peach blossoms here?

As soon as her slender eyelashes opened, her brows furrowed slightly, she sniffed the faint fragrance of flowers, and walked deeper into the backyard, where there were several simple and elegant wings, lined up.

She crossed the wing room and continued to walk towards the back of the house, her eyes were full of interest, Huo Di's eyes lit up, only to see a large peach blossom forest, pink petals fluttering in the wind, warm breeze, rolling up the peach blossom snow on the ground, floating ripples, crystal clear, snow like a godsend.

Mu Chujin raised his hand to catch the soft petals, put them in the palm of his hand and observed them carefully, sniffing lightly, a fragrance penetrated his heart and spleen.

Suddenly, a melodious flute sounded with a faint coolness and indifference, as if it could penetrate people's souls, go straight to the bottom of their hearts, and tease the heartstrings of listeners.

The purple-clothed young man tapped his chin with his fan, and his rhinestone-like eyes shone with crystal brilliance, as if dyed with a faint peach blossom snow, which was beautiful and moving. She listened quietly, standing straight in the peach blossom forest, the purple robe swirling and flying in the breeze, and the melodious flute sound shrouded her side, which was refreshing and pleasant.

The corners of his lips hooked, and his eyes were filled with strong interest, presumably the people in the forest must be a cool and thin character, and the flute sound was light as if it did not eat the fireworks of the world, and it was really a bit of dust.

She thought, shaking her fan and walking towards the depths of the peach blossom forest, her silver boots making a slight noise on the pink ground, and the purple streamer hem was also stained with a few pale patches of peach blossom snow.

With the pace of marching, the flute sound becomes more and more clear and tactful, like an emerald green bamboo, swaying lightly in the wind, the timbre is ethereal, and the sky is suddenly urging the rain.

Mu Chujin stared ahead, a pale white figure slowly invaded the eyeliner, the snow-white clothes shook with the wind, the ink-colored tassels swept a few strands of hair in front of the sideburns, the black eyes as obsidian hung quietly, as if nothing was in the eyes, the breeze was blowing, the pink peach petals swirled with the wind, shrouding the pale white slender figure, lining him as if he was a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world, out of the dust to bewitch people's hearts.

Rhinestone-like eyes stared at the man in front of him, and a touch of confusion flashed between his eyebrows, what a coincidence, how could he be here? Thinking of this, she slowly paced over, and sat gently on a smooth bluestone one meter away from the man in white, she didn't disturb him, maybe she felt too beautiful and hazy at the moment, and couldn't bear to disturb him.

The clear sound of the flute is like a delicate silk thread wrapped around the ears, and it circles into people's hearts, causing slight waves and turbulence.

The flying peach blossoms and snow fell on the shoulders and tails of the man in white, as if deliberately adding a touch of color to this beautiful man, and willingly decorating for him, everything was lost in the powerful aura of the man in white, including the purple-clothed young man on the bluestone.

Spreading out his slender palm, gently catching the falling petals, the corner of the man's lips hooked, put down the bamboo flute, and smiled gently at the people around him, "Princess, what a coincidence." Wen Tun's voice was low and magnetic.

Mu Chujin smiled slightly, shook the fan and sat elegantly on the bluestone, not planning to get up, and raised his left eyebrow: "Yes, it's really a coincidence, why are you playing the flute alone here?" The confused tone, with a strong interest, I don't know what to do, as long as I can know some secrets of the wind and snow, Mu Chujin will always feel that he is one step closer to the fairy-like man, and there is always a trace of joy in his heart inexplicably.

Feng Rongxue looked up at the blue sky, a touch of gloom crossed her eyes, and then she lowered her head and said lightly: "I come here every year for the temple fair." The gentle tone added a touch of sadness, and the black pool-like eyes looked at the peach blossoms in front of him.

Rhinestone's eyes keenly caught the gloom, she was silent, she didn't need to ask about other people's sad past, after all, they were not very familiar.

"You should be proficient in music! How about you accompany me when I sing a song? Mu Chujin tilted his head and proposed, the paper fan tapping his forehead, as if thinking about what kind of song to sing in order to respond to the scene in front of him.

Feng Rongxue turned his head sideways, staring at the young man who was thinking quietly in front of him, his light eyes showed a little interest, and he smiled softly, as if he was angry, "Rong Xue is willing to serve the princess." ”

Smack-

A paper fan was on the bluestone by all means, and there was! A bright color flashed in the young man's eyes, dazzling. After a moment, the red lips were lightly opened, and a clear voice came faintly-