Jiang Yun felt like she had a dream.

It was as if she had gone back to fifteen years old, and the begonia flowers on the trees were falling, the petals falling on her forehead, sliding across the bridge of her nose, then over her lips, and finally on the palm of her hand.

A gust of wind blew and surrounded her, and she danced in the fluttering flowers, humming melodious tunes.

And the young man who haunted her dreams sat under the begonia tree, her fingertips plucked on the guqin endlessly, and wave after wave of piano music was sometimes enthusiastic and sometimes long.

"Ah Yun, why don't you refuse me."

In a trance, the dream was shattered by the sudden impact, like a beautiful glass ball that began to crack, and the beautiful world built by memory collapsed with force majeure.

It is said that time can take everything, but in the past twenty years, she has been trying her best to repair this crack, but... More and more, more and more......

She no longer has a beautiful glass ball, and she is afraid of something that is even within reach.

It's better to put it there, just look at it, maybe don't touch it, and it won't break.

Jiang Yun felt that she must have hallucinated, otherwise why was it that the begonia flowers were fragrant and tasteless, but she seemed to smell it, as if she was wrapped in a tree full of begonias......

Why? Probably... It's been a long time since she's felt something she likes.

Some longings never disappear, but are covered with a black cloth and do not see the light of day.

Jiang Yun didn't want to answer this question, she closed her eyes in the flickering candlelight, and a tear slipped down, but... Like a long-dried seed, it is tightly absorbing the sun, rain, and soil that have not been seen for a long time......

A soft sigh sounded in my ears.

"I regret it."

"Don't be duplicitous."

"I'm actually... Can't do it anyway......"

The autumn breeze brings the first chill of the morning.

Jiang Yun subconsciously fished out the quilt, but touched a heat source.

His waist was tightened, and the breath that had been entangled with him all night suddenly approached, and a hazy voice sounded: "Ah Yun, let's sleep a little longer." ”

Jiang Yun took a deep breath, his memory poured back, and he kicked the person out in annoyance.

Xie Yanlin's sleepiness was kicked clean by this kick, and he sat on the ground helplessly, "Ah Yun, you really look like some negative people who throw it away when they run out." ”

"Don't call me that." Although Jiang Yun wanted to keep her voice cold, she unconsciously revealed a coquettishness, she sat there with her hair scattered, her skin as white as jade grease glowing like a little cinnabar, which was confusing.

Xie Yanlin didn't hear what Jiang Yun said at all, he gathered his clothes a little embarrassed, and stood up slowly.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Hmm." Xie Yanlin subconsciously responded before he reacted to Jiang Yun's meaning, he was respectful but not very respectful, "It's the subordinates who committed the crime, the Empress Dowager is generous and benevolent and doesn't care about the ministers, the ministers... Later, the title of grass knot ring is reported to it. ”

"I...!" Jiang Yun is short of breath, when did she say that she didn't care? I think of myself last night......

Jiang Yun closed his eyes, gritting his teeth a little, "Pretending." ”

Xie Yanlin only felt that her appearance was much more vivid than her previous posture of always holding a noble and graceful posture.

And her reaction was much better than she had imagined.

So did you really miss a lot before......

Thinking of this, Xie Yanlin leaned over and kissed the corner of Jiang Yun's mouth, and left with a touch.

Mao Dun Literature