Qu Yan came to the door and hesitated slightly.

"Knock knock."

After a while, the person inside opened the door with both hands, and saw that the person in front of him was drenched, and his clothes were wet and made way: "Please come in."

Qu Yan looked at Ying Mian and was stunned, she had seen it at that station, but at that time, Qu Yan was wearing a black gauze hat, and the people in front of her had not seen her.

Qu Yan walked in the door, hugged his fists and said: "The first time we met, my name is Qu Yan, Qu Yan is in the middle of the boat, and after the night, they will be roommates."

Ying Mian replied: "Ying Mian."

Suddenly, there were more people in the dormitory, and Qu Yan was still a little unaccustomed.

When it was getting dark, she pushed the door and went out, watching the peach blossoms in the courtyard fall all over the ground by the flowers blown by the spring breeze that came this night.

Then he jumped and sat down on a tree.

Qu Yan looked at his head slightly, his hair was slightly blown, and he stroked his slender neck, and his excellent jawline seemed to be full of thoughts.

A cool drop of rain dripped on the tip of the nose, and then a drizzle quietly came in the quiet night of Chang'an.

The soft sound of the noise moistened the dark world, and some of the lanterns hanging on the street doors were long gone, and some were still lit alone.

The rain hit the trees and dripped down the leaves on Qu Yan, and everything was silent this night.

She looked in the direction of her room, then leaned against the tree and closed her eyes to rest.

"Xingqing Festival, it's coming again."

Perform the Qing Festival, pay respects, and sweep the tombs.

misses her deceased relatives and pays tribute to her ancestors who are in the same bloodline, but every year she burns paper money for Grandpa Qu.

Since Grandpa Qu passed away, she has one more person she misses every year.

"During the Qingming season, it rains a lot, and it rains every year."

As soon as the words fell, she opened her eyes again and looked at the sky.

At this time, Liu Yunxian's dormitory backyard.

She sat on her side in a tree, leaning her head against the tree and looking at the black deserted street outside the courtyard.

Her icy posture was weak but tenacious.

Her face and lips were pale and bloodless, as if something was painful for her.

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Fighting.

In the night, a thunderclap resounded throughout Chang'an, the wind rose suddenly, and the torrential rain was like a note.

The still water lake looked lonely and hazy without moonlight, and the thin willows on the edge of the lake hung down to the waist, and three or two willow branches hung down into the lake and floated.

Fishermen in the suburbs wear hats and robes, and fish in the face of storms.

The frightened fish disappeared, and the fisherman was still sitting leisurely on the shore, his figure faintly shrouded in smoke.

And an oil lamp was still burning in a dormitory in the National Hospital, one person was writing on the case, and the other was making sencha on the case.

The table in the Changling Building was full of tea sets, and I saw him holding the cake and tea with a tea clip and slowly turning it over the simmer.

As soon as the tea fragrance comes out, wrap it in a paper bag to prevent the fragrance from dissipating.

After the cake and tea are cooled, pick up a small wooden hammer and gently break the bag, then pour out and crush it into the tea powder, sweep it to Luohe, sieve it again, and pour it into a bamboo box for later use.

Every movement is gentle and elegant, without a single superfluous movement.

He took out the selected water from the diffuse water of the milk spring stone pool, filtered and clarified it with a water filter, removed the impurities of the mud and put it in the water square, put it on the scoop, and ladle it.

The most important thing about sencha is the three boils, and he makes it very well.

I saw that he finally picked up the tea soup and scooped the tea evenly into the tea cup.

poured two cups of tea in turn, and handed it to Wei Dujun with a light smile.

"Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys; The dwarf paper is oblique and idle, and the fine milk plays tea in the sunny window. ”

Wei Dujun's hand paused for a moment, and then glanced at his own calligraphy.

Chang Linglou took a sip of tea, and only then did he immerse himself in sencha and didn't notice the sound of heavy rain falling outside.

"Tonight is a long night, and the world is sad."

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Somewhere.

A woman in white, wearing a white gauze hat, was holding a cloth bag in her arms, which was half the size of her body.

She stood halfway up the mountain, surrounded by dense woods, rustling in the breeze.

The faint silver light of the moon in the night sky shone right in front of her feet through the gap in the upper space.

The white veil of the hat is flying, the woman's face is expressionless, and she has a beautiful jade face with curved eyebrows and plump cheeks.

There is a little vermilion between the eyebrows, and the eyes are silvery gray.

She crouched down and groped lightly with her free right hand on the ground.

Every movement has a soft touch.

I saw her stop in one place, and with a hard press, a square mechanism was pressed five centimeters deep.

After a click, she relented and stopped at three centimeters.

Then came the sound of gears turning.

The ground shook non-stop, and the mountain in front of him banged, opening a mountain gate.

The woman walked in slowly, and before she had taken two steps, the door closed on her own.

Behind the dimly lit staircase of tens of meters, there are two oil lamps on both sides every two meters, and the road ahead seems to have no end in sight.

Reaching out to the right side of the oil lamp and pulling it gently, followed by the sound of gears turning.

There was a crack in the ground in front of him, and it was still a dim staircase.

Walking down, the stairs are only one meter wide, and each step has a great echo.

It is as if such a large space on both sides is a bottomless deep hole.

The woman held the thing she didn't know what it was, lowered her eyes and walked slowly for an unknown amount of time, and a crisp sound lingered in the air.

When she got to the end, she reached out and touched it, only to touch the uneven wall.

It's just that there is no light here, it's too dim, and it's faintly visible that it's a finely carved wall.

The woman took off the bracelet from her right wrist and groped again, and there was a depression on the right side.

She inserted the bracelet into it, only halfway through.

Turning the groove half a turn to the right again, press the bracelet again.

It then turns a third to the left before the bracelet is fully set in the groove.

Click.

The sound of the gears constantly turning came, and the wall was actually a two-sided sliding door, and there was a hole inside.

In this mountain, there is actually a heavenly palace pavilion, and the pavilions are connected and progressive.

The carvings on the building are exquisite, magnificent and elegant.

An elaborate wooden box is hung on top by four chains, and is fifty meters high.

The woman crouched down and put down the object in her arms, then jumped up, her toes borrowing from the building like a dragonfly.

The moment her fingertips touched the wooden box, she tilted her head slightly, and her figure slowly fell.

"Empty... of..."

After standing for a moment, Howe picked up his things and walked away slowly.

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Early the next morning, Qu Yan and Ying Mian got up together and went to the first class.

Qu Yan entered the Yueluo Pavilion and Ying Mian entered the practice ground to practice swordsmanship.

A female master walked in, and everyone got up together and said, "I've seen Master Yu."

"Okay."

Everyone sat down, Yu Xuan looked out the window, and from the height of the third floor, he could also see a garden of the National Courtyard and Chang'an Street.

At this time, it is still drizzling, if you don't look carefully, you can't see it, the window is wide open, and the air conditioning and fragrance linger.

The leaves were beads of water, some of which slowly slid down and landed in the lake with a crisp and pleasant sound.

On the top floor, I don't know who is plucking the strings, and the music is quiet.

"Look out the window."

Everyone turned their heads to look, and one of them spoke: "Xiao look at the red wet place, and the flower is heavy in the official city."

Qu Yan listened to this familiar voice and looked at it, just looked at Changlinglou, hooked the corners of his mouth and looked out the window again, and said casually: "The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing."

"Seeing the pear blossom with the night moon at the beginning, the begonia half contains the morning rain, the inner Wanchun, can't help but pass the green gate, the royal ditch rises, and dives through Nanpu. The east wind is quiet, and the fine willows are hanging golden wisps. ”

There was a classmate in the first two seats, and when he saw the back, Qu Yan also recognized that it was Liu Yunxian.

is really worthy of Senior Sister Liu, but she seems to be a little worried.

This was followed by many classmates watching the scenery and chanting poetry.

"Before the rain, I saw the stamens between the flowers for the first time, and after the rain, there were no leaves at the bottom of the flowers."

"When I suddenly heard the ancient tune of the song, I wanted to dip my towel back to my thoughts."

"The eyes are full of gossamer and flocculent, and when the red apricots bloom, there is a clear and clear rain."

Liu Yunxian looked out the window and lowered her eyes slightly: "The willow silk is soft, the smoke is woven into sorrow, the begonia is not raining, the pear blossom is snowing first, and half of the spring rests."

Qu Yan looked at Liu Yunxian's side face, and was about to speak, but Chang Linglou answered: "Since I am looking for spring and going to school, I don't need to be sad and resentful." The wind fell crimson, and the green leaves were full of branches. ”

"It's warm and cold at first, the wind and rain come late, Tingxuan is lonely and close to Qingming, the wine in the residual flowers is sick again."

"The water surface of a rainy pond is flat, and the mirror shines on the eaves."

“......”

“......”

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A few days later, the beginning of the application.

Today, Chang'an can't help but stay at night and have a day off, while the National Court is half a day.

Some pedestrians walked out of the city like broken souls, and some even led their children with smiles and bought some incense paper.

The child simply asked, "What is this going to do?"

The man smiled and touched the child's head, and the woman pinched the child's flesh face and said, "Go and sweep the grave, go visit our deceased relatives."

"Let's buy some more meat."

"Okay."

Qu Yan also bought some paper money and incense candles at that stall, and went to another stall to buy lighted lanterns and bring his own vegetarian wine.

Paper money is not allowed to be burned in the city, some are in their own mourning halls, some have to go out of the city to burn incense and paper, if there is a tomb outside the city, they have to go to the tomb to worship.

Qu Yan also went to the mountainside outside the city, and there were still a lot of people coming and going, so he went to a remote place behind the mountain.

There is a valley that is empty and fresh after the rain, and somewhat cool.

You can faintly hear the sound of a clear spring flowing.

As soon as he walked in, he saw a man in a black bib facing the mountain wall, half-crouching there, burning paper money.

When he heard the footsteps, he turned his head and saw that this man was probably a young man, with his hat half-hiding his face, and red tassels leaking out of his hat.

Qu Yan looked at him for a second, then turned his head and walked towards Gengli.

With your back to the spring stream, you can light incense with a lantern burning paper.

"Grandpa, it's here again this year."

As she spoke, she took out the vegetarian wine and poured it on the ground: "This wine is still made by myself, it is different from the year before last, if you like to remember the dream, I will bring this bottle of wine next year."

Qu Yan is like forgetting her former name, forgetting her mother, her former family, no matter what, she was abandoned.

She only remembered that she had secretly seen her mother hugging her brother lovingly, kissing him on the cheek and whispering to him Azhu, which was the only name she remembered.

She has never been loved by her mother, and every day, she keeps learning Gu techniques and raising Gu.

At that time, she was extremely hopeful that she could get the same warmth as her mother like that younger brother.

In the valley, Qu Yan heard footsteps, so he didn't linger and got up to leave.

When Qu Yan left, a third of the incense candle had already burned, and there was not much left of the ashes of the paper money that had been blown away by the wind.

I walked straight to the top of the mountain, but found that I couldn't see Chang'an here, and was blocked by another higher mountain.

When he was about to return the same way, he seemed to see something the moment he turned his head, and when he looked back, he saw two figures quickly falling into the mountain forest.

Qu Yan slid directly down the slope of the mountaintop, and then found the right place to jump up the tall tree to search for the traces of the two men.

Finally she came to a large pit.

It's like someone accidentally stepped on a trap laid by a hunter. Qu Yan squatted down and looked, there were no traps inside.

Instead, there was a hole in the side, as if some giant thing had fallen and smashed through the thin layer of dirt.

Qu Yan jumped into the pit and squatted down to look at the hole that had been smashed out.

Inside it was purple, all purple mandalas.

Drilling in, the pungent and warm taste comes to the face, and the flower field is beyond the boundary.

It's still spring, and generally mandalas bloom in autumn, how can there be such a large patch.

If this person accidentally falls in, he will not be able to hold on for a few seconds and will be paralyzed.

"It's just taken to make anesthetic."

Qu Yan looked around, only to see that not far away, a touch of white overpowered a purple mandala.

Walking over to take a look, Ying Mian wore a moon-white shirt and fell among the flowers.

There were several plants pressed in his arms, one of which was pressed with the flower root, and the petals touched Ying Mian's somewhat white lips.