Weak Water took the sachet and went back to his cabin.

She stood quietly in front of the window, her fingertips carefully brushing the sachet.

The fragrance emanating from the sachet seems to have a drop of dew that does not belong to the world dripping into her heart, rippling in the bottom of the weak water, making her feel peaceful and comfortable inexplicably, as if the warm wind is blowing and the clouds are flowing.

According to the ancient records of Dream Lingering Flowers, the weak water actually did not tell Mu Qiannian completely.

In addition to calming the mind and calming the mind, in addition to the effect of worrying and helping sleep, there is also a beautiful legend.

Dream lingering grass, named Dream Lingering, is taken from the meaning of the soul of the dream. It is the best gift to express love and give to the person you care about in your heart.

The Dream Grass will only be born on the cliff and will bloom in a hundred years, and a Dream Grass will only bloom once in its lifetime.

If you are lucky enough to encounter the flowering of the dream grass, dig it out and dry it whole, remove the petals and grind it into powder, make it into a sachet and give it to the person you care about the most.

Then the person who receives the sachet can not only feel the unique fragrance of the dream flower, but also feel the other party's concern for his soul.

Dream lingering grass, dream lingering flower, after all, who is whose soul, who is whose dream?

Weak water didn't think much about it, she had never told Mu Qiannian the legend of the dream of the flower, and she herself was also a person who didn't believe in the destiny of heaven and the legend.

The weak water silently hung the sachet in front of the window, and the breeze came in from the window, and the faint fragrance of the dream flowers filled the whole room.

But this legendary fragrance that can make people forget their sorrow and pain, and can make people relaxed and happy, can it really make the weak water forget the grief and pain that Mu Xingyu brought her? Can it really make her forget the hatred and hatred in her heart?

No, this answer is very clear to the weak water itself.

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The years in the mountains are quiet, and the red leaves under the maple trees in the courtyard are getting thicker and thicker, and when the last red leaves on the maple trees fall in the cold wind, it also ushers in the first snow of the harsh winter of the Tianshu Kingdom.

Early the next morning, when the weak water pushed the door out, I saw goose feather-like snowflakes flying all over the sky, and everything in the courtyard had already been covered in silver after a night of heavy snowfall.

Not far away, under the bare maple tree with only vigorous and powerful branches, a purple-gold robe stood in a snow-white, and beside him was a snowman who was only half a head lower than him.

Weak Water looked at the back of this familiar purple and gold robe, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. When Mu Qiannian came here with her, it was autumn, and the maple leaves were red, but now, the snow is white, and the red leaves have long since withered, but the man in the purple and gold robe is still there.

Weak Water stepped on the thick white snow and slowly approached Mu Qiannian, until he stood behind him, and Mu Qiannian still didn't notice it. He was intently holding the charcoal in the kitchen, drawing eyebrows on the one-man tall snowman in front of him.

He drew very carefully and carefully, as if it was not the charcoal in the kitchen that was in his hand, but the eyebrows that the woman used for the thrush. It also seems that what he is in front of him at this time is not a snowman, but his beloved girl.

Even the snowflakes fell on his hair and shoulders, and he didn't bother to brush them off. Seeing him like this, Weak Water did not bother, but stood quietly behind him, admiring him as he drew his eyebrows on the snowman's face, and then his eyes and nose......

After about a stick of incense, the weak water found that the snowman in front of him had a bit of déjà vu under the outline of Mu Qiannian.

Dai eyebrows open, delicate and far-reaching, green temples, thick spring smoke.

The weak water was immediately stunned, it turned out that the snowman painted by Mu Qiannian was her. A snowman of the same height as her and a similar verve.

After Mu Qiannian finished painting, he took two steps back, wanting to distance himself from the snowman to appreciate his work, but suddenly bumped into the softness and warmth behind him.

He turned his head suddenly, and he was facing the weak water with a peerless appearance, seeing such a collision, there were snowflakes falling on his body, Mu Qiannian hurriedly took a small step back, lest the chill on his body freeze to the weak water.

He didn't know when Weak Water came, nor how long Weak Water had been standing behind him, but at this time his snowman had been completed, and he immediately pointed at the snowman excitedly and smiled at Weak Water: "Weak Water, look, this is the snowman I built for you, as tall as you and as beautiful as you." ”

But as soon as the words came out, his voice immediately lowered again, and he said with a little regret: "Although I have studied with the best painters for a few years, it is a pity that the painting is not as good as yours." ”

Weak Water was originally standing behind Mu Qiannian and wandering, but he didn't come to his senses until he stepped back and collided, and when he heard him say this, he couldn't help but be stunned again.

But Mu Qiannian didn't seem to notice the distraction of the weak water, he was still immersed in his regret, and he picked up the charcoal again with dissatisfaction, and carefully extended it slightly towards the snowman's eyebrows.

"This is the best-looking snowman I've ever seen. Weak Water walked forward, stood side by side with Mu Qiannian, turned his face sideways, looked at Mu Qiannian's eyebrows and eyelashes stained with fine Xiaoice crystals and said.

This was the first time someone had built a snowman for her who was as tall as her height and as graceful as her. And Mu Qiannian's painting of her is even more beautiful than that drawn by those painters in the palace of Tianji Kingdom.

Those painters in the palace, the unparalleled princess who painted it, although the elegance is peerless. But it is not as charming as what Mu Qiannian painted.

It is a charm that can only be drawn when a person is deeply placed in the deepest part of the heart, and the heart is full of that person.

"Really?Do you really think that's what Weak Water?" Mu Qiannian turned around happily when he heard this, looked at Weak Water and asked. He wondered if Weak Water was a heartfelt endorsement or just a comfort for him.

Weak Shui didn't answer again, but looked at Mu Qiannian, who was close at hand, and drew a shallow smile on his face. It's been three years, and she thought she had forgotten how to laugh, but at this time, she suddenly found her long-frozen smile.

Mu Qiannian didn't wait for Weak Water's answer, but he saw her smile.

The clear deep eyes are like the calm lake water in the night, reflecting the soft and gauzy moon, and a shallow pear vortex blooms at the corners of each of the mouths, making the weak water have always been cold and beautiful faces.

Mu Qiannian had never seen such a weak water, and since the first day he met the weak water, he had never seen the weak water smile. He had seen her loneliness, his coldness, his sadness...... But I didn't see her laugh alone.

Even if her face is expressionless, it can be called a weak water that captivates the country and the city, Mu Qiannian has always wanted to know what she will look like if she laughs.

Now, he finally saw the smile of the weak water, even if it was just such a very shallow, fleeting smile, it made him realize that in this life, in this life, in this life, in life and in this life, no one's smile can compare to her.

Such a fairy who laughs like a mistake has fallen into the dust, I don't know how heinous the person who originally took away her smile, made her sad, made her painful, and made her miserable.

Mu Qiannian's heart suddenly swelled with a trace of hatred, he hated the person who brought pain to the weak water, even if he didn't know who that person was.

But if the weak water doesn't say, he won't ask.

He only hopes that the weak water can forget those painful pasts, and he only hopes that the weak water can be happy and happy.