Far away from Niren Ridge, the path is flat, and there are more and more pedestrians. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Traders along the way took advantage of the last light before the strong wind blew to sell their goods.

At the fork in the road there was a rather tall sycamore, and most of the leaves had already fallen, probably because this section of the road was the only one that could be used as a sign, and the trunk was carved with various symbols. I don't know who named this place "Wutong Xu", and I don't know how many people have made this big tree a meeting place, quietly waiting for the arrival of the deceased.

Okra but no one can wait.

There are several untidy stone piers around the tree trunk for nearby villagers or passers-by to rest and chat, which is probably one of the origins of the word "Xu". The stone pier happened to be empty at this time, so she walked over and sat down with her back to the tree, as everyone else was. She had never liked the bustle of the place, and she hated dealing with people, but now, she only felt that there were still others here, and she was not alone.

It's a pity that the wind is blowing today. It was far from dusk, and the number of people had gradually decreased, and the last departing seller circled around her a few times, and looked at her reluctantly several times, but the young woman seemed to be always closing her eyes and recuperating, and her face was as cold as frost. He didn't dare to say a word, but took up his burden and went back to the city.

Okra opened her eyes and reached out to brush off a few broken leaves on her body. Even if there is no one, her posture is still as calm and calm as before, and there is no trace of panic.

- "Rao Jun dials out the lovesick tune, waiting to listen to the sound of the sycamore leaves falling", which is probably what he means of this loneliness.

The wind blew a long narrow blade up and stained the hem of her skirt. She picked it up. This is a fresh purple bamboo leaf, I don't know why it appears here, among the fallen leaves of the withered yellow sycamore, it seems a little too soft and lonely, even suitable for this season. She was stunned for a moment, then moved the leaf to her lips and blew lightly.

The timbre was choppy, like her chaotic heart.

The tune began, but suddenly a sigh came from behind the tree. She was taken aback. I don't know when this person came, and I don't know when he sat on a stone pier, listening to her play through this sycamore that the two of them embraced. She should have been startled immediately, but for some reason, only her fingers trembled. The wind blew the leaves and the unfinished song mercilessly from her lips.

But Ye Yin didn't break. The man behind the tree seemed to pick up a long, narrow, verdant leaf, and put it between his lips. The music he blew was even clearer than hers, and it pierced through the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart.

But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far.

There were only four lines in the song, and he finished it for her. Okra remembered that these four sentences were originally written by her heart surging in that small inn in Huizhou, and she was going to continue, but that person suddenly appeared behind her like this that day, and she couldn't help but stop in surprise.

Although the four sentences are short, there is only one person in the world who has heard these four sentences.

"You haven't changed at all. She heard the man behind the tree say in a strange, calm tone, "You've been doing the same thing for so long." ”

She sat in silence for a long time. "Not really. She said. She didn't know why she was responding to his words—she never responded to his words.

"Isn't it?" the man's tone didn't change.

Okra clenched her hands. "It's not. ”

"So...... Who are you playing this tune for?" the man scoffed. "I know it's not for me. ”

Okra was silent for a long time. "Yes, for him, but with then...... It's been different for a long time. ”

"What's the difference. "Humanity behind the tree. "No matter what he is, you've never changed. ”

“...... Do you think I really can't let him go?"

The man behind the tree did not speak, and he thought that he did not need to answer the question.

"There's just one thing I can't get an answer to," Okra looked at her clenched hands, "I...... Unwilling. ”

"What's the matter?"

Okra fell into a long silence again, long enough to moisten her eyes. She must have remembered a lot of things from the past—she was looking for where to start.

The man behind the tree is aware. "You cry, I don't look at you. He also seemed to have his head down, perhaps looking at his own hands.

Okra plucked up her courage instead. She looked up and looked straight ahead at the empty front.

"I just want to know if ...... That's when I ...... "I didn't flinch," she clenched her hands tighter, "if I had faced him bravely in the morning, and told him my heart clearly, wouldn't it have been ...... It's going to be different?"

It was the turn of the man behind the tree to be silent. He was also silent for a long time, so long that Okra couldn't help but chuckle. You can't answer that question, can you? ”

"I can't answer. "Humanity behind the tree," I don't know the answer. But I know another thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I know - if you did, you wouldn't be you. ”

Okra's heart shrank suddenly, as if pierced into the heart by a sword that knew everything, piercing through all chaos.

"The okra I know is the most pretentious woman in the world. She was so proud—how could she put herself so humble for the sake of a man, and didn't even want that conceit that weighed more than her life?"

His tone was light, with an indescribable compassion.

Everything in the emptiness of Okra's eyes was completely blurred for a moment, and tears were streaming down her clenched hands—even she didn't know why she couldn't hold back her tears. Maybe it's because she never thought that the unwillingness and heartache that have haunted her for so long, the problem that she feels will never be solved, was broken by the person behind her, but it turned out to be so simple - so many grievances that she had struggled between "losing herself" and "losing her favor" for so long, only the person behind her understood.

She burst into tears.

The leaves of the sycamore are falling all the time, and sometimes it feels like they are almost gone, but when you look up, you can always see that there are still so many leaves hanging on the tree. After this gale, the leaves of the sycamore are finally gone?

The person behind her never spoke, didn't even turn to look at her, as if he didn't care about her crying. But he was always there, as if he could stay with him no matter how long he wanted.

Okra doesn't know how long she cried. When the crying was slowing down, the person behind the tree spoke: "Are you better?"

She was still a little out of breath, and when she wiped away her tears, she felt that everything was like a big dream, and she didn't know how she sat here with this person and started talking about such a topic. "Didn't I call you all...... Don't follow me? She whispered as if she remembered something, "What are you still doing with you?"

She was still wiping her tears, but the people behind the tree were smiling.

He said: "If I really don't come because of your words, then I won't be Shen Fengming either." ”

Okra was speechless. For a moment, she had the illusion that the luckiest thing in the world was probably that she was still okra, and he had always been Shen Fengming.

The wind is getting stronger. Daylight was completely dimmed, giving the afternoon to this gloomy sky.

"Don't want to go back to the city yet?" Shen Fengming asked her.

She shook her head, "I want to sit a little longer." ”

She sat in a daze for a long time. It was the first time she was willing to sit with him like this, and instead of disgust and unhappiness, her heart became calmer.

"Why don't you speak?" she asked, suddenly aware of his silence.

Shen Fengming smiled. "I'm afraid of your knife. ”

But he didn't wait for her to answer, and said, "I have something to do, and I should have asked you about it." ”

"Are you going to ask me again if I will go to Dongting this time?"

"I want to ask you, are you really unwilling to be this Cloud Dream Sect Master?"

"This ......" okra was a little sneering. "You're not good, why do you want me to be the sect leader?"

"Then I can't help but take precautions, don't you say?" Shen Fengming said with a smile.

Okra bit her lip, "How can the position of sect leader be given to people at will, even if you don't leave it to your descendants, you shouldn't be so hasty." ”

"How do you know I'm sloppy?" Shen Fengming said, "How do you know that I didn't make this decision after careful consideration?"

"You've thought it through, but you haven't asked me first. "I don't care what you think, anyway, I haven't thought about such a thing." ”

"Then you might as well start thinking about it now. Shen Fengming said, "The meeting of the three branches was a little hasty, and you asked you today when I did." ”

“...... Why did you choose me?"

"In the Yunmeng Sect, Master Jinghui is too old, besides you—who else do you say?" Shen Fengming said, "Besides, don't you want the full score of 'Divine Dream'? This is also the only way I can teach you the score in the right word." ”

Okra bit her lip, "You're threatening me." ”

"I'm here to help you figure it out. Shen Fengming smiled, "If you really refuse to agree, I can't force you, so I have to wait a few more years, and when I pass on "Divine Dream" to my son in the future, you can eavesdrop on it again." ”

Okra was inexplicably embarrassed, "You are so ridiculous, how can I eavesdrop on your ......"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly found that Shen Fengming, who had been sitting across the tree from her, had moved to her side at some point. "But...... I'll have to wait until you give me a son. She heard Shen Fengming laughing lightly, this sentence was so close that it seemed to be about to penetrate into her ears, making her heart almost jump out of her mouth. She jumped up with a bullet and retreated several steps before stopping.

She almost thought that she had misheard—it was clear that this person was still sitting calmly and upright, but in the blink of an eye, he had become as frivolous and shameless as before, as if nothing had happened.

She couldn't get angry, so she could only turn around angrily and say, "I'm going back to the city!"

Away from the trunk of the tree, the wind blew her clothes and long hair up at once. Shen Fengming followed, and she caught a glimpse of him taking off his outer robe, expecting that he was going to put her in a shield, so she quietly stretched out her hand on her shoulder, and when he really dared to put it on, she would wipe it away mercilessly.

Unexpectedly, her hair was soft and covered, and the clothes were draped over her head. She was caught off guard, and it was too late to push. Shen Fengming wrapped her head and shoulders, and said with a smile: "The wind is strong, don't blow your eyes red again." ”

Okra's nose suddenly soured, and she didn't have the strength to struggle. She lowered her head, took a sip lightly, and said, "The wind is strong, and it will only flash your tongue first." ”

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Jun Li was the latest to return to the First Drunken Pavilion, and Shen Fengming, Okra, and Thorn had already gathered for dinner. Seeing him come back, Shen Fengming and Thorn immediately greeted him.

There was another table of guests in the pavilion, and as he had finished paying and leaving, he let go of the door and walked over to sit down.

Okra sat across from him as in the morning. He looked up and saw that she looked different. She used to be depressed, but tonight there was a little bit of a smile in her look.

He glanced at Shen Fengming again. Shen Fengming's gaze seemed to fall on the table next door where someone had just left.

"What's wrong?" Jun Li also glanced at the table.

Shen Fengming suddenly got up, went to the table, picked up the chopsticks, and poured out the chopsticks.

Along with the chopsticks, there was a small roll of note.

"What is this?" asked Thorn curiously.

Shen Fengming had already picked up the note and shook it, and said with a smile: "It's your Brother Jun Li's business." ”

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Yes, this is a special Valentine's Day extended edition. Remember what I wrote on February 14 last year?