The candles are lit and the room is bright......

Su Anan looked at the decoration in the house, and suddenly all the tension dissipated.

Nothing had changed in the room, except for the quilt, which had been retained as she remembered.

She pushed open the window, and a cool breeze blew in the room, blowing away some of the alcohol in the room.

Taking a deep breath of the clear bamboo fragrance mixed with the wind, Su Anan couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, this small bamboo house carried her happiest time, and in her memory, it would never fade.

She turned and walked around the room, her fingertips running over the bamboo table, the bookshelf, the pen holder, and finally to the place where the little dark pavilion was.

Back then, it was here that she accidentally ran into the dark pavilion and popped out a pot of wine.

She missed every inch of this place, and subconsciously reached out and pressed the buckle.

With a click, the cassette popped open, and there was no liquor inside, only a letter and an unfinished belt......

The letter was a letter she had given at the time, and it was crumpled on the outside, as if it had been ravaged by a violent man, and then flattened.

It is conceivable that he must have wanted to destroy the letter at that time, but in the end he didn't do it, but picked it up and carefully flattened it......

Su Anan put down the book and looked at the belt.

The belt was embroidered with auspicious ruyi patterns, and the final outline was about to be finished, but on the last night, he didn't let her finish the embroidery......

Her fingertips stroked the lines on the top, and when she saw the part of the thread below, she remembered what Aunt Xiao said, and he often stared at this belt in a daze.

Come to think of it, he should not only be in a daze, but also rubbed this belt countless times before the bottom of the line was off.

Su An soothed the part that was off the thread, and suddenly laughed, but his eyes were a little sour when he smiled.

The wind rises outside the window, and the bamboo leaves rustle.

The robes of the people in the courtyard were blown and flying, sending a wisp of autumn dew and white fragrance......

Shen Juncheng carried the wine jar and stood stiffly in the garden, motionless.

The lamp was on, the window was open, and she stood at the window, holding a belt that had not been embroidered many years ago, and her expression was shy.

There was an orange halo in the room, sprinkled on her figure, which was extraordinarily soft, like a wife waiting for her husband to return at home, so gentle.

Shen Juncheng never thought of taking the wine and coming back, what he saw was this kind of picture.

Sure enough, was it because I drank too much and had hallucinations?

How could she appear, and how could she hold his things with such a gentle expression.

She should be a family of three, warm and harmonious, and the edge that he can no longer touch......

He looked at it in a daze, not daring to make a sound, not daring to move, for fear of breaking the beautiful illusion.

In the silence, Su Anan seemed to smell a trace of the aroma of wine from outside, and suddenly turned around, and saw the familiar and desolate figure in the courtyard.

He didn't know when he came back, and he didn't know how long he had been standing, carrying a jar of wine in his left hand, and his crescent-white robe drew an elegant arc in the night.

Su Anan didn't move, just looked at him quietly, his eyes seemed to be four years ago, and he remembered for a moment when he saw him in Shenzhuang Pear Garden.

At that time, he was as white as snow, more than a pear blossom, with wide sleeves and swaying to the ground, handsome and dusty, which made her look at her for a moment.

Now, he stood in the night, and although he had removed the whiteness, he had lit up his light-colored eyes.

The faint light shattered into his eyes, and the coldness was smeared with warmth, and her youth had grown up, and people couldn't take their eyes off it......

The wind passed through the hall, and suddenly extinguished the flame of the candle, and the surroundings fell into a haze.

Shen Juncheng still didn't move, looking at the back of her turning away at the end of the haze, just looking at it so lightly.

He didn't chase it, because this scene had appeared countless times, whether in dreams or hallucinations.

In the end, she left the ......

At first, he didn't accept his fate, he was unwilling, nostalgic, and crazy to chase, but in the end, it was all empty.

So the back is calmer, and you can quietly watch her go away and run towards her own beauty.

The darkness engulfed her figure, and the bamboo hut returned to its lonely and empty appearance.

He looked at the dark, abyss-like window and let out a very soft laugh.

See, it's so, it's an illusion......

Just as he was thinking gloomily and decadently, a pair of jasmine satin embroidered shoes suddenly appeared in front of him, and further up, was the face he had been thinking about day and night.

Before he could react, his arms suddenly softened, and Su Anan rushed over directly and hugged him tightly.

"Shen Juncheng ......" she spoke up, her voice was filled with grievance and joy, "What are you doing, I've been waiting for you for a while." ”

Shen Juncheng froze for a moment, thinking that he might be a little drunk, and muttered, "Is the hallucination aggravated?" ”

Not only did I hear her slightly coquettish tone, but I also felt the fragrance on her body, the kind of fragrance that I had not seen for a long time and was extremely familiar......

He reached out to touch her, but as soon as he lifted it, he retracted it.

If it was an illusion, wouldn't it be shattered by his hand?

Su An'an heard what he muttered, and his heart was even more distressed, and he retreated from his arms slightly, seeing that he was suffering from gains and losses, and he wanted to touch but didn't dare to touch himself, and suddenly tiptoed and kissed the corner of his lips gently.

"Do you still think it's a hallucination?"

Shen Juncheng touched the corner of his lower lip, lowered his eyes to look at her, the dignified general, it was rare to show such a stupid expression, he let out a dumbfounded "um", and said, "It's not an illusion." ”

Su Anan smiled, and just wanted to answer, but he added, "It should be my dream." ”

Su An'an: "......"

She tiptoed again, bit him on the lip, blushed and said, "Does it hurt in the dream?" ”

Shen Juncheng lowered his head, his voice was a little empty, "It hurts ...... in my dreams"

He couldn't breathe because of the pain, and every time he woke up, he felt like the whole world had abandoned him, and the pain was devouring into the bone marrow.

Su Anan's eyes turned red, and he hugged him tightly, "In the future, it won't hurt, I'm back, I'm really back." ”

"Shen Juncheng, you are no longer lonely, you still have me......"

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and tears soaked his shirt and burned his heart.

Shen Juncheng finally stretched out his hand tremblingly and hugged her back, even if it was a dream, he wanted to hug her.

"An An," he cautiously called out the name that he had not dared to touch for a long time, and prayed, "Will you accompany me?" ”

Don't walk without saying a word like in the past, leaving him with a back that he can no longer capture.

"Just stay with me for a while......"

Su An'an's heart was a soft mess, she wanted to explain that this was not a dream, it was not an illusion, she would not disappear, but when she touched the fragile humble light at the bottom of his eyes, suddenly, she felt that all the words were not enough to comfort him.

She stretched out her hand, clutched his palm tightly, and turned to walk towards the inner room of the bamboo hut.

Since he drank too much and thought it was a hallucination and a dream, she made him feel real.

Yao Niang's method may sometimes be the most direct and effective.

She mustered up enough courage and directly knocked Shen Juncheng down!

It probably took all her life's courage.

(End of chapter)