The breeze takes away the sorrow, corrects the countenance, and soothes the restless heart.

He never imagined that the day they met again would be like this. Looking at the light figure falling in the flowers of the garden, taking brisk steps, like an elf falling in the world.

This feast of flowers can't hide her moving temperament, she is wearing a gorgeous red robe, the silky silk will set off the tight waist Yingying, the slender and suffocating long legs make Qin Lin have a dreamlike feeling, I have never found that the girl has such a pair of charming legs before, her toes gently step on the grass, and the brisk dance steps are like swaying willow branches dancing in the wind.

The red dress didn't make her look too charming, but in this environment full of flowers, it was so beautiful and refined, and when he turned his face, Qin Lin's breathing began to be short.

Maybe it's because I've seen too much together before, and I've never found that she has such a suitable face. The reason why it is suitable is not beautiful, just because at this moment, Qin Lin really doesn't know how to describe this beauty, it can only be said that it is just right.

It is just the so-called surplus but not full, just right. It is the truest portrayal of this moment, that kind of beauty, just here, more glamorous, less but immature.

Her willow moon thin eyebrows and a little red lips, her bright eyes and bright cherry mouth, her long hair fluttering like a fairy, everything is just right, even the scenery seems to change with it, to set off her beauty together, the wind follows her dancing body in the garden, wherever she goes, the wind goes.

She pinched her fingers and gently plucked a rose, the crimson petals, the arrogant rose looked dull in front of her, and she was also fascinated by her beauty.

This move, which was supposed to be a scene-breaking, actually made Qin Lin a little stupid.

At this moment, everything in the garden seemed to stand still, time stopped flowing, the air stopped flowing, and the wind stopped. Everything turned gray and white, and she was the only one in the garden.

The rose she plucked naturally withered, and after a while the petals began to dim, and now she frowned, the wind became erratic, and the sun hid behind the clouds, not daring to look at her beautiful somewhat desolate face.

"This flower is also this moment of extreme beauty, lovely, a few more days, will flower old pearl yellow, residual flowers and willows!"

"Isn't that what I really mean?"

"Although I am infinitely beautiful at this moment, and the women of the whole Jiangnan are envious of me, who can know my thoughts?"

"Perhaps······· Only you know!"

She held the rose in her hand, and her body temperature warmed the cold petals, and at the same time hastened its withering. Seeing this scene, her happiness could no longer be hidden, and the whole person's mood suddenly collapsed.

There was no way to eliminate this situation, so he frowned········· I ········ on my heart again."

This is a word she has read, and it is written by everyone, who is also a daughter, who has been smart since she was a child, and has learned a lot of money. The first half of her life was carefree, with loving partners, comfortable journeys, and like-minded friends·····

But the second half of her life was quite miserable, her partner died early, the country was broken, and she has been displaced. This experience made her empathize with her, and she began to like her poems, and this sentence really expresses her mood at the moment.

What could grieve her more than love?

She is about to enter the second stage of her life, but she is not thinking about the person who is about to join hands with him, which may be a sin.

But I just can't stop thinking about that person.

"Senior Sister !!!"

Qin Lin finally couldn't help it, and wanted to blend into this picture and devote himself to this scenery.

The fluttering flotsam, the petals that dissipated with the wind, the light and straight dust, every detail set off a peerless beauty, he had never had such urgency and expectation.

He desperately wanted to talk to her and pour out his thoughts. He was even more looking forward to being able to integrate with her and establish a spiritual connection with her again.

This scene is only because there is one in the sky, how many times can the world hear it?

If the heavens are not beautiful, I will ask the sky for wine.

With such a beautiful scenery and such a picture, he really couldn't help it, his thoughts exploded all of a sudden, and he couldn't suppress it anymore.

Suddenly hearing this voice, Su Xinyan's body shook slightly, the wind blew away the sideburns around her ears, and her white and red earlobes could be seen, which looked a little crystal clear from this angle.

"Hehe, I'm a little crazy!" she didn't look back, just smiled bitterly, "Hallucination!"

This hallucination made Qin Lin's heart cut like a knife, what kind of thoughts do you need to give birth to hallucinations? What kind of thoughts do you need to think that reality is an illusion?

But········· Is it supposed to be like this?

When she turned around, she was so ruthless. The words back then were still in my ears, that kind of rustiness, deeply hurting Qin Lin's heart.

But even so, he liked her.

It's a wonderful thing to like. Just like in Xiliang Academy, there are many people who can be ranked with Su Xinyan in terms of beauty, and Xuelian is a latecomer, with beauty that does not belong to the world.

But at no time did Qin Lin have any other thoughts. For Feng Lingxue, it is a friend's wife, and for Xuelian, he is more grateful and respectful.

Only Su Xinyan is his heartbeat, and it is his deer that collides.

The thoughts of the past few years have made him understand this truth even more, but the sadness of not being able to love has always tormented his heart.

He also thought about directly expressing his mind to his junior sister, no matter what kind of attitude she had, he should let her know his attitude, but wasn't he direct enough?

How could he have crossed the line with any other woman in Xiliang Academy? Isn't that enough to show his thoughts?

He also thought that no matter whether his junior sister wanted to or not, he would just grab it. As long as you are willing to put in the capital, are you still worried about not getting the support of the dean and not getting the support of the snow mountain? With these two major forces backing you, who dares to say that you don't say a word?

But whenever he thought of that ruthless back and cold words, he dispelled this thought.

It wasn't until the end that he realized how humble he could be to liking someone, it turned out to be the interweaving of longing for seeing and the pain of not being able to see, blending day and night, and finally sticking into an invisible force that completely hid his heart.

In this world, whether it is a man or a woman, whether she has tasted a little red lips, or he lingers on the flowers and leaves, everyone has a place in their hearts, a soft place that once contained a certain person, and that is their life.

Qin Lin hid himself little by little in this way, not letting people see his softness, not letting people see his tenderness and liking him.

But at this very moment, under this poignant view, he decided to be desperate.

Perhaps this is what the Dean is talking about.

At this moment, whatever the Qin family, what the military, and what Jiangnan, he let them all go to hell, he just wanted to ·········· With her, ordinary and ordinary, the sunrise and sunset rest, this life is the only wish.

"Senior Sister ·······" He found himself choked up and almost couldn't speak.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but it's not time to be sad. Back then, in the City of the God King, he had a stiff relationship with his family, he had a falling out with his father, he didn't frown, he came to Jiangnan from the distant City of the God King, he didn't complain, he spent countless lonely nights alone, he never gave up the idea of returning to the City of the God King.

But at the moment, everything is in the past. Only what she is in front of her is the real and the future.

"It's me, senior brother····· Come··· Look·· You're ······"

How many people can know the friendship contained in this senior sister and senior brother? Only the two people involved can really understand the meaning of this title, maybe Tianruo also knows some, but he is no longer there.

This is the so-called self-knowledge of cold and warm drinking water.

So Su Xinyan's tears fell uncontrollably, she squatted on the ground, crying silently, he stood behind, the corners of his eyes were moist, this picture seemed to be frozen, eternally existing in memory.