Summer days in the mountains are always short, and the midsummer heat has not faded at the bottom of the mountain in the middle of July, and the wooded mountains are already a little cool. The bamboo curtains at the doors of the courtyards of the Yuan Heting have been removed, but the door of the pear room in the inner courtyard will be open during the day.

Xianglan doesn't want to use the word "idiot" to describe the master who has always been calm and self-controlled, but why... Alas, she silently covered her face in her heart, and if the master was in love, it would be stupid.

The pendulum clock in the study is rhythmically ticking and ticking, and the study on both sides is burning agarwood incense, and the fragrance of concentration and tranquility is calm.

Shen Qingyi will practice calligraphy every day for an hour these days, but she can't calm her heart, let her be calm and wise, once she hurts the lovesickness, her heart will not be stable, as if the rain hits the lotus leaf, one on the other, the next one, there is no proper.

The bookcase is a little messy, the desk calendar with the white jade base is lying flat, and there are a few nail prints on the desk calendar paper with dark patterns, thinking that someone is holding it and thinking about pinching it. A pharmacopoeia was flipped open and pushed aside. The white jade carved plum paperweight pressed the corner of the acacia note, and half a sentence was inscribed on it: Love is a deep well of lovesickness. The last stroke of the "well" was extremely heavy, as if it had fallen straight down, and it was bottomless. The ink had not yet dried, and Zihao casually rested on the Chengni inkstone, thinking that he had no mind after writing half a sentence.

There is a hanging hook on the booklance where the painting is resting, and a painting is hanging, Shen Qingyi got up from behind the bookcase and stood in front of the painting, looking at the painting, thinking about people. If Xiao Yan doesn't come back for a day, she won't be at ease for a day. Love is a deep well of lovesickness, and the heart is the reel on the well, which is stirred around.

"Ah Yan......" she sighed faintly, her fingers gently caressing the painting.

That was what Xiao Yan gave her when she left Chang'an in the spring: my favorite spring flower.

The painting is March in the south of the Yangtze River, after the spring rain falls at night, the morning sun is rising, the mountains are all over the field, and thousands of trees and pear blossoms are blooming. The morning glow in the sky is like a brocade, and the jade trees on the ground are piled up with snow, and the snow and the glow are thorough. There are raindrops on the petals, the color is white without the pink of peach blossoms, the ice jade skin is not delicate with apricot blossoms, if the plum bones are too cold and dewy, there is no Chu Chu with rain. It is calm, elegant, shallow, but natural, unrestrained and unrestrained. The red dust is disturbed by itself, the world is noisy from the hustle and bustle, and I bloom leisurely. The sky is vast, and the spirit is comfortable and noble.

Xiao Yan paints people.

A painting that depicts Shen Qingyi.

The pen reveals her soul.

Only with a deep understanding of her can we grasp it so accurately.

Only when I have deep feelings for her can I paint so vividly.

There is a strong emotion in the painting.

Although he knew that Xiao Yan's feelings when he painted were flowing in the river of family affection, when Shen Qingyi missed her, when he was suffering from lovesickness, he would always look at this painting, which seemed to make him feel more at ease and more confident.

"Ah Yan......" she sighed faintly.

Seventy-nine days have passed......

Since the moment Xiao Yan left, Shen Qingyi has been counting the days, only feeling that the time is like the day, the day is like the year, the pendulum clock ticking and ticking seems to be drawing threads from the heart, inextricably linked, pulling out trace after thread, endless.

She looked at the drawing, and then couldn't help but turn her head to look in the direction of the screen again, hoping that the person she was waiting for would suddenly appear.

But it's still quiet.

The inner courtyard was quiet, save for the occasional chirping of birds in the acacia trees.

"Chirp!" The bird in the tree chirped twice.

Shen Qingyi sighed and turned his head - but suddenly, his whole body was twisted!

In the chirping of birds, there is a wisp of flute!

The sound of the flute was crisp and curling, and it drifted in from outside the Mie Temple.

The flute rhythm is simple and simple, and there is only one key for repetition.

That is what Shen Qingyi thought in his heart, a tune of the national style of the "Book of Songs":

Qin Se is in the palace, and it is good to be quiet.

……

Her tears suddenly welled up!

The people have rushed out.

I forgot to wear clogs, a pair of white socks entered the porch, and my skirt flew out!

Xiao Yan had already been admitted to the hospital when the flute sounded, she would not let Shen Qingyi wait anymore, and when Shen Qingyi ran down the stairs, she had already entered the third courtyard. As soon as the flute fell, the piccolo formed by ice condensed instantly dissipated into qi, Xiao Yan stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and caught Shen Qingyi's body rushing over.

Hug tightly under the acacia tree.

Hearing the sound, the white Su Chi Peony and the blue eyes standing on the corridor suddenly burst into tears, as if the person who had traveled thousands of miles and been lovesick for thousands of years had finally arrived, finally ...... Meet.

The master finally waited for it, and they were all so anxious! Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Three Clear God!

Bai Su winked, and the three of them quietly retreated, preparing tea, hot water for bathing, and snacks...... Well, it's going to be busy. It's busy!

"Chirp!" The birds in the trees chirped merrily.

Shen Qingyi burst into tears, her joy was extremely uncontrollable, countless days and nights of lovesickness, longing, and finally waiting for the person who was waiting, that huge joy swept her like a tide in an instant, making her speechless, hugging Xiao Yan's body trembling slightly.

Ayan Ayan Ayan......

She screamed in her heart, but she didn't say a word, just afraid that as soon as she opened her mouth, she would choke out.

Xiao Yan hugged her very hard, but felt that the waist was too slender, and she was afraid that the force would be too strong to strangle her, and her arms couldn't help but relax slightly, but she was afraid that she would not be able to convey her affection if she was too light, and her arms were folded again, holding her carefully and carefully. Like experiencing a fantasy in her state of mind, her body is light and soft, and the faint fragrance of white plum lingers in her nose and turns in her heart. She only felt that her heart was like this fragrance, faint and soft, and long, like water, as thin as silk...... It turns out that loving someone is such a feeling!

Xiao Yan sighed with satisfaction in his heart, and his arms involuntarily tightened a little, only feeling that he felt like he had held the years, and the flowing water of time had become gentle, and he only wished that the long river would be long and never end.

Feeling that the body in her arms was trembling slightly, Xiao Yan couldn't help but press her back with her right hand, making her and herself stick tighter, there was no more space between them, and the palm of her hand caressed her back gently, "Qingyi......" She screamed slowly and softly.

The voice is slightly jerky, and the tail note is long, like the ripples of willow silk brushing across the water, and the charm is long.

Shen Qingyi's heart trembled, only to feel that it bloomed like petals, soft and gorgeous, and made her whole heart melt, only to feel that her name came out of her mouth, it was the most beautiful note in the world, which made her extremely happy and soft and intoxicated. I couldn't help myself for a while, and my face was close to the side of her neck, and I said in a soft and trembling voice: "Call again." ”

"Qingyi." Xiao Yan screamed slowly and softly again.

Shen Qingyi listened to the voice coming from her throat, with a gentle tremor, tossing between her lips and teeth. I liked it so much that I couldn't help but raise my lips and kiss her lightly on the throat. In a very soft voice, he said, "Don't stop." ”

Xiao Yan's slow and long voice called her:

"Qingyi."

"Qingyi."

……

"Ah Yan—" Shen Qingyi put his arms around her neck and sighed, joy and satisfaction filled her heart, and overflowed all over her body, even the tips of her hair seemed to be filled with joy.

Ah Yan Ah Yan ...... She screamed in her heart over and over again.

But he didn't scream, he just felt that he didn't want to break the peace.

Her heart has been calm, not affectionately calm, but her heart has been settled.

When Xiao Yan hugged her tightly, when Xiao Yan called her "Qingyi", her heart melted into the well, no longer ups and downs, and the flowing water entered the harbor and no longer wandered homeless.

Her heart is still. Her love has been settled.

I don't want to break this quiet, the intoxicating silence that belongs to them.

The years are quiet and good, in her embrace with her.

Shen Qingyi's face was slightly on the side of her neck, her breathing was thin and slight, and she smelled the fragrance of mountains and wild flowers on her body, as well as the smell of wind, water, and sunshine, but they were not as deep as her taste. It is quiet, pure, warm, such as the fragrance of grass and trees, such as the sunshine, such as the wind, such as the clear water, but there is not these slightly sweet smells, which is the fragrance that belongs to her tenderness and affection. Shen Qingyi was reluctant to raise her head, only one hand was raised, and the sideburns from her ears were touched, lingering tenderly.

Xiao Yan hugged her waist, his right hand gently stroked her back, and his fingers gently stroked the hairline on the back of her neck, and affection flowed through her fingertips.

Shen Qingyi's breath was lingering with sweetness.

Her fingers also went from Xiao Yan's ear sideburns to the back of her neck, and her five fingers lightly entered her hair.

Xiao Yan lowered her head and let her stroke her hands.

Shen Qingyi's lips were slightly curved, and she couldn't help but raise her head, and her eyes met hers.

Affection flows in the eyes.

Your eyes are in my eyes, my eyes are in your eyes, the feelings are intersecting, and the intentions are blended.

The rivers of affection in the hearts of the two are connected, and there is no longer separation, your love flows, my love flows in, bubbling together, they can't distinguish each other, and they merge to create a stronger affection.

Birds chirping on acacia trees.

Gaze quietly under the acacia tree.

The surging and even agitation of affection in the river of feelings is calm, and only the heart echoes with the heart, which is the silent fit of the two hearts.

Xiao Yan lowered his head, and Shen Qingyi tilted his head slightly.

The two touched their foreheads.

At this moment, the world is quiet, and in the world of the heart, they touch and embrace each other.

The bottom of my heart is joyful and soft.

How soft is the heart? Beautiful petals are soft, turquoise grass is soft, calm wind is soft, and white clouds in the sky are soft. But the softness of the heart can be softer than the petals, softer than the grass, softer than the wind, softer than the clouds...... Softer than all of them.

The courtyard was silent, even the birdsong on the trees was quiet, and a gust of wind blew, driving a string of brass wind chimes hanging under the east corridor, making a rhythmic dingdang sound.

After listening quietly for a while, Xiao Yan chuckled.

The simple, rustic rhythm was the same as the flute she played.

Remember not having this string of wind chimes before leaving?

Shen Qingyi was a little embarrassed when he heard her laughter, and patted her lightly.

The foreheads of the two had separated, and Xiao Yan's eyes looked at her gently and brightly, with a smile on her face.

Shen Qingyi snorted lightly.

Xiao Yan's bright eyes blinked, and he lowered his head to kiss her eyebrows.

Shen Qingyi's breath was chaotic.

Xiao Yan raised his eyes to look at her, his voice was low and mellow, as thick as osmanthus wine:

"Qin Se is in the palace, don't be quiet."

Shen Qingyi's heart fluttered, listening to her say this sentence herself, how could it be comparable to the flute sound? Clear eyes, looking up at her, a little annoyed that he was not tall enough, raised his hand to caress her face, and said softly: "Are you asking me for a kiss?" ”

Kiss......

Xiao Yan's eyes fell on her lips suddenly.

The lips are red like rouge.

There is a scent of rose dew, which should be rose rouge...... Xiao Yan thought in his heart.

Shen Qingyi's heart was pounding at the sight of her fluttering eyes, and she frowned and annoyed for a while, "I said a marriage proposal." ”

Xiao Yan's face was slightly red, remembering that he almost kissed her on the lips in the illusion, and he was even more surprised, and felt that he was in love with her, and it was normal to think about it, and said frankly: "I just wanted to kiss you." ”

Shen Qingyi's cheeks were slightly dizzy, but his eyebrows were slightly raised, why didn't you kiss?

Xiao Yan sighed sadly, "I haven't told the fourth brother yet." I can't kiss you yet. He said with a serious look, "So I can't propose to you yet." It's a promise. My heart belongs to you, and it will be like a sunflower, forever sunny. ”

Shen Qingyi's eyes were shining, and he pulled her down and kissed her on the center of her eyebrows, his voice was gentle and affectionate, word by word, "Death and life are broad, and we grow old with our son." He slowly added, "One life, one couple." "Don't hook up." ”

Xiao Yan listened to the gentle expression in the front, and couldn't help laughing when he heard it, and said softly: "I'll only hook you." With a hook of his hand, he hugged her horizontally.

Shen Qing was caught off guard and let out a soft sound.

Xiao Yan said seriously: "You didn't wear shoes. He took her in his arms and walked out onto the porch.

Shen Qingyi realized that she was not wearing clogs, she had always been calm and unhurried, how could she be so out of shape, and she was a little embarrassed between her eyebrows for a while, but she was held in Xiao Yan's arms like this, and she was very happy in her heart, and she felt that it was worth it.

Xiao Yan entered the house and kicked her boots, hugged Shen Qingyi and went directly to the inner bed, put her on the couch by the window, and bent down to remove her socks. The warm palm was pinched on the bare ankle, and Shen Qingyi's face was not only warm but also jumping. This kind of intimate thing, even if most couples have never done it! I felt the heat burn from my ankles to my heart.

Xiao Yan opened the closet and took a pair of clean white socks, and turned around to put them on for her. Holding her ankle with one hand, I didn't look at it carefully when I just took off my socks, I will stare at it, and feel that this foot is born very well, such as jade finely cut, snow-white and symmetrical, the heart of the foot is as beautiful as a clear stream, the back of the foot is slightly arched like the eyebrow moon, the delicate skin is silky, such as satin, the five toes are full and round, the color is pink and healthy like a baby, I really want to bite it. She couldn't help touching it a few times, and then held the heart of the foot only to feel soft and boneless, and she couldn't put it down for a while.

“…… Xiao Yuezhi! Shen Qingyi gritted his teeth and called her, angrily pulling her ears.

Tickle her like this, hook her...... How is she going to endure it?

Xiao Yan raised his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he was a little innocent.

Shen Qingyi was annoyed, pounced on her, and smiled in a slightly disgusted voice, "Tell me honestly, did you just feel disheartened?" ”

Xiao Yan remembered the feeling of holding the jade foot in his hand, and his heart shook again, and he honestly confessed, "It's swinging." He stared at her again and sighed, "Don't blame me for being uncertain, just blame you for being born too well." ”

Shen Qingyi laughed "poof" and was provoked by her. The annoyance of wanting to restrain and not being able to make love disappeared in an instant, and he only hugged her like this but was reluctant to let go, and sighed quietly, "I have to recite the Qingjing Sutra seventeen or eighteen times." ”

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and fell on the couch laughing.

Shen Qingyi tilted her, his elbows propped up, and his eyes stared at her.

Before the heart was not reconciled, I was in love with the light of my eyes and couldn't bear to leave her, but now I am determined to be in love, and I can't leave it in my heart, I just want to stick to her all the time.

"Ayan." Shen Qingyi couldn't help but call her, her voice was soft and greasy, as if she was full of peach juice, and her eyebrows and peach eyes were also full of tenderness, as if she was about to overflow like peach juice.

Xiao Yan was screamed by her, looking at her eyes that were about to drip out, her lips were as red as rouge, rich and like a peach, and her heart was even more fluttering.

The faces of the two men were so close together that they only had to press forward to make their lips touch. The breath lingered, and the gloom penetrated into the heart and lungs, and each other's breathing was disordered. Shen Qingyi's heart became more and more urgent, staring at her eyes gradually burning, suddenly his eyes closed, he suddenly turned his head away, and silently recited the Qingjing Sutra in his heart.

Xiao Yan calmed down for a while, his mind returned to calm, and he laughed on the couch again.

"Still laughing." Shen Qingyi patted her on the shoulder with slight annoyance.

Xiao Yan laughed even harder, pounded on the couch with one hand, and said in a gasp of laughter: "This is to temper our minds...... Hahaha! ”

Shen Qingyi kicked her in anger.

Xiao Yan sighed, sat up and smiled, "I haven't put socks on you yet." His eyes were fixed on her feet, and he felt his hands itch again.

Shen Qingyi rolled his eyes at her, "I don't want to be tempered by you." ”

Being teased by her like that, the gods also have to have desire.

I picked up my white socks and put them on.

Xiao Yan smiled on her back, her arm fell and circled her waist, she felt extremely slender, and her palm couldn't help but compare a few times, and sighed: "You see that your willow waist is thin, it's not enough for me to hold with one hand, not to mention not a hand, it's not a half hand, it's okay, I want to raise a cucumber in the future......" I feel that the cucumber is still thin, "Well, the winter melon waist." ”

Shen Qingyi: "......"

raised his eyebrows and looked back, his voice was cold, "What waist?" ”

Xiao Yan coughed, and felt that the winter melon waist was really not thick, but this description was really not wonderful, so he changed his words: "Drum waist? His eyes lit up again, and he said happily, "Yes, like my waist." Xiao waist, haha! ”

The corners of Shen Qingyi's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he glanced at her lightly, "Why didn't I know you were so narcissistic before." ”

Xiao Yanle, "I'm narcissistic, I've always told the truth." The palm of his hand touched her again, and sighed, "You will have to raise more meat in the future." ”

Shen Qingyi was provoked by her, held down her hand, and deliberately annoyed: "You don't like it when I lose weight?" ”

Xiao Yan immediately said, "I love you fat and thin." ”

Shen Qingyi turned annoyance into joy.

Xiao Yan said silently in his heart: It's better to be rich.

She felt distressed when she lost weight.