It was late at night, and the two slept next to each other.

There is no moon tonight, only the starlight penetrates through the window.

Xiao Yan stood in front of the window in his bedclothes, pushed open the long window, looked at the stars in the night sky, and blinked as if it was a silent whisper. In her purple sky, the stars did not blink a single blink, and they shone calmly on the canopy. Her consciousness fell in the sea of knowledge, the cool water surrounded her, she looked up at the starry sky, looked at the green dragon in the east, looked at the red bird in the south, these are all her partners, but fate played a joke on them, tied the silk thread of feelings, and the love to the depths of the waves, the road ahead will never be calm.

The night wind in the mountains was strong, and it blew her bedclothes to the ground, and then it shook again. The cuffs of the bed's robe are embroidered with a circle of cherries, all of which are red and full, fluttering in the wind, reflecting the starlight like red agate...... It was Tingzhou when she was eating assorted fruit cheese in her sister's room, and suddenly she wanted to say that her bedding clothes should be embroidered with all kinds of favorite fruits and hugged them to sleep every night, and her sister rolled her eyes and said Why don't you go to bed with a fruit tree, she laughed crookedly, it was a joke, who knew that my sister actually wrote it down silently...... The red agate stung her eyes. I remembered the sentence: red cherries, green plantains. The years have passed, waiting for the red cherries, waiting for the green plantains, the acacia has still not bloomed, and the people who have been waiting have still not arrived...... Year after year, shirt after shirt, can you wait for her?

For the first time, she felt that the starlight hurt her eyes, closed her eyes slightly, and opened her eyes to look out the window, where was the back garden, where a rose tree was planted among the flowers, and the pink and white petals were quietly opening in the night.

When Yan saw the rose she liked, she gave it to me.

She closed her eyes.

The flower will be the wife.

Do you want to? Do you dare?

The night breeze was sudden and fierce, and the fine white fabric was so soft that it was ironed against her skin, but her heart could not be ironed, and she only felt like that thin shirt, up and down, unable to calm down.

Shen Qingyi put on a coat and stood in front of the window, but did not open the window, just stood quietly in front of the window, the starlight reflected her figure hazy through the blue silk veil, her eyes were melancholy, and her mood was not clear.

She has poured out the affection that has accumulated in her heart for many years, no longer forbears, and is purely exposed: she pleases her, misses her, and never regrets the gradual widening of her belt, and the lovesickness under the acacia tree, year after year, year after year, this love can not be eliminated, only death is resting, without a trace of hiding and disguise...... She gave her her whole heart and didn't leave a single point for herself.

But she was still afraid...... I have done countless thoughts in advance, one point more and one point less, one point heavier and one point lighter, where to start, how to go with the flow, how to move forward step by step, what needs to be explained, what to say clearly, tossing and turning and thinking again...... But when I faced it, I was still nervous and afraid. Nervous that she will lose her temper, afraid that her strong affection will scare her away, afraid that she will not be able to impress her, afraid that she will not be able to experience those deep feelings, those forbearance, afraid that she "does not want" and "does not dare"......

She's scared!

Countless thoughts, but the moment she saw her, the tide of love surged from the bottom of her heart, making her almost uncontrollable to hug her...... But after all, he just stretched out his hand and said "Ah Yan", and the two words that twisted the tip of his tongue countless times in his heart: Ah Yan, do you know that I am happy with you and crazy about you? When I held her hand, my fingertips trembled, and my heart went up and down, and I felt like I had lost my bearings...... was so thoughtful, but her heart was still shattered when she heard her say for Murong Jue, and she would say in anger, "If you hook up with whoever you make love with, I will poison you", this is not her idea, she still lost her temper......

Shen Qing was uneasy, thinking about whether she would take it seriously, and thinking that she knew that she was reluctant...... But did she really take it seriously? …… Shen Qingyi closed her eyes and smiled bitterly, suffering from gains and losses, she also fell into this kind of mentality of calculating and scheming. Just because she cares too much, she loses her sense of proportion and measurement.

Shen Qingyi's hand unconsciously pressed on the windowsill, and the palm of her hand pressed against the hardwood windowsill, but she couldn't make her feel solid, and her heart was uncertain, lest there was anything else that was not done well.

Her hand clenched into a fist slightly, then retracted and hung beside her, her index finger curled slightly, and the fingertips seemed to still have the burning heat that had been carved in her palm.

She stood there, her eyes staring out of the window, her neck not turning for a long time, as if her eyes could go through the window and see into the window next door, but in fact she could only see the hazy white paper behind the blue veil......

But she knew that Xiao Yan was by the window, standing in the same place as her, and even in the same posture...... She is familiar with every detail of her, and has "copied" her details countless times in the dark night, feeling that she is a part of her, so that she is close to her...... Now, she was indeed beside her, close to a wall, so close that she could hear her own heartbeat.

Shen Qingyi's heart was mixed with joy.

She knew her heart.

She's right there for her.

She was thinking about her.

It's not the kind of thought that my sister thinks about her sister, but the kind of thought she wants.

The corners of Shen Qingyi's mouth couldn't help but be gentle, and his eyes were overflowing with tenderness, melancholy and restrictive......

She closed her eyes slightly, stood for a long time and her legs were numb unconsciously, and when she moved slightly, she was numb and trembling, and suddenly propped up one hand on the windowsill.

Xiao Yan was only separated from her by a wall, and she didn't need to be perceived, she could clearly hear the sound of her breathing with only her keen ears, deep and shallow, with a restless disorder, her legs suddenly trembling, and the sound of one hand suddenly supporting the windowsill...... Xiao Yan's heart was hurt by that thread again, and finally he couldn't help but transmit the sound of his divine sense: [Still not sleeping? After a pause, his voice pretended to be relaxed, "I will have blue circles tomorrow." 】

Shen Qingyi chuckled lightly and said in a low voice, "I'm uneasy when you're not here." ”

Xiao Yan was silent for a while and said, "Okay. 】

After a wisp of thought, she set off a little cool breeze after entering the window, blowing on her black hair.

Shen Qingyi stretched out her palm, as if to feel her storage, and a breeze blew in her palm. Her fingers curled, as if holding her, moved lightly to the bed, took off her cardigan to reveal the snow-white bedding inside, hugged her and lay down, the hand rested on the edge of the couch, still keeping her fingers curled and slightly closed, it seemed that Xiao Yan was sitting in front of the couch, she held her hand like this, and closed her eyes with peace of mind.

Xiao Yan closed his eyes, and the wetness rushed in his eyes.

After hearing her breathing long and slow, and having fallen asleep, Xiao Yan put on a coat, put on clogs and walked out of the house, slowly walking down the steps and walking towards the lucky banyan tree transplanted in the courtyard.

It is a young tree with long leaves on its slender branches. She looked up at the canopy of the tree, imagining that Shen Qingyi looked at the tree every day waiting for the acacia flowers to bloom, but the breeze blew a few green leaves...... Year after year, what does Biluo know? When do acacia flowers bloom? When will the people who are happy know my feelings? ……

This kind of dark and forbearant love moved Xiao Yan more than the flamboyant and enthusiastic love.

Who doesn't yearn for flamboyant and passionate love? Who wants to be dark and silent? Everyone wants to shine in the sun, but not every relationship has that luck to say.

It's not easy to love someone, it's even more difficult to have a crush on someone, it's even more difficult to have a crush on someone who can't be loved, you can't move forward, you can't go along, you can't give up, you can't make a mistake, you can't make a mistake, you don't dare to make a mistake......

This kind of love is too heavy, because she used all her strength, not only her love, but also her life, her life.

She is the daughter-in-law of the Xiao family, and will be the main mother of the Xiao family in the future, she can enjoy honor and wealth all her life, and live a quiet life, although she has no warm love with the fourth brother, but she can respect each other as husband and wife, and accompany each other for a lifetime, with eternal family affection, and there will be lovely and outstanding children, who will inherit Xiao's one qiē in the future......

But her life changed because of this love.

She left the Xiao clan and entered the Dao Gate, painstakingly embarking on another long and endless path that was also dangerous and could die.

She knew that her sister did not admire wealth, power, or longevity, and although she was interested in exploring the path of medicine, she was not attached, and if it were not for love, she would not have gone to the Dan Dao - the three thousand avenues, and without the enthusiasm for the Dao, without the strong desire for the Dao, none of the Dao would have succeeded. She insisted on the Tao because of her feelings.

If you love someone deeply, you can give all your feelings to it, but it doesn't necessarily change your life.

Li Yuzhen loves her and will not change her own kendo.

Whoever Xiao Yan falls in love with will not change his avenue because of this.

Because this is their faith, their pursuit.

Only Shen Qingyi, persistent is love.

She walked slowly under the acacia tree, as if she could see Shen Qingyi walking slowly around the tree at dusk, lovesick inch by inch...... The crows are exhausted, the thoughts are broken, and the lovesickness destroys the old.

Only those who are obsessed with love are absolutely fierce.

Her love is her life.

Alone cocoon, lovesickness can not be obtained, and the silk can be rested.

…… The spring silkworm is dead to the end.

Her life melts into love.

Xiao Yan slowly walked up to the corridor again, walking slowly along the corridor, imagining that Shen Qingyi was wandering alone on this corridor, and the lonely moon was leaning on Zhu Yan, even if there were thousands of acres of affection and lovesickness, who would he say to? …… Who can I talk to? …… The word goose goes back and forth, and the brocade book in the cloud cannot be sent.

Xiao Yan walked slowly until the sky was white.

The Taoist attendants in the atrium had already gotten up to practice boxing, and the maids in the inner courtyard had also begun to get up.

Xiao Yan returned to the house at this time, and after meditating for a quarter of an hour, she changed into a short brown and went out of the house to practice boxing...... The heart is not at peace.

Her state of mind is in turmoil.

The color of the glass pure lotus is dark, and the light and shadow are as disordered as her heart.

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