The sky is as blue as ink, and the fog at the foot of the mountain is thick.

Two or three o'clock light rain trickled down on the bluestone slab, the world is silent, everything is sad, the mountains and forests are far away occasionally hear the lonely bird crying, falling into the rain, even more lonely.

And the majestic and deep huge mountain villa hidden in the mist of the mountains and forests, like a black cat lying quietly on its lap, green bricks and tiles, reflecting the mountains, quiet and docile, flashy but not luxurious, simple and quiet, as if hiding some huge secret, revealing a mysterious sense that people can't figure out.

The mansion hidden in the mountains and forests in the east of the suburbs of Qingcheng is the biggest taboo in the mouths of the people of Qingcheng.

In this world, few outsiders have set foot in this world.

And when you enter Qingcheng Villa, you can only ask people to say a sentence first-the courtyard is a little deep, the willows are full of smoke, and the curtain is not repeated.

However, in this huge mansion, there seems to be no human population, and it is too quiet.

It's too quiet.

Weaving Dream sat silently under the porch, across the corridor Xuan to the pool of water in front of him, the koi fish in the water frolicked, and disturbed a pool of spring water in vain.

A pair of eyes are like glass that has lost its brilliance, becoming a little gray, and the past is full of energy, and half of it is gone.

I didn't know what I was listening to, or what I was thinking, but I just sat in silence, like a withered wooden sculpture.

She should have been alive and welcoming, not very much in tune with the dead courtyard, but now, not very abruptly.

I don't know that after sitting for a long time, the sound of water dripping in her ears gradually increased, and then it became more and more frequent, and it fell on the lush plantain by the pool, splashing a few splashes on her skirt, and she suddenly realized that it seemed to be raining.

In front of him was a chaotic and dead black fog.

She bit her lip lightly, hesitantly reaching out to catch something, as if to grab something.

A drop of rain dripped down the green tiles under the eaves and fell on the palm of her hand like a pinprick, and she jerked it back.

It's really raining.

She could feel, hear, touch, but she couldn't see anything.

It made her feel worse and worse.

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Biluo walked far away from under the porch with a white porcelain plum vase in her arms.

It was because the son who had been out for a long time finally returned safely, and many years of stubborn illness was cured, and the mood was very good, and the pace couldn't help jumping up and down a lot more lively.

How did you get out?

She slowly approached, stopped not far from Weaving Dreams, tilted her head and stared at Weaving Dreams for a while, grinding her teeth.

Even if she lost her soul at that time, she still couldn't hide the beauty of this girl's prosperity.

It's a pity......

The scene of the rain blowing the water in the plantain pond only added to the sadness, but reminded her of the scene when she first met that day.

She has lived for many years after coming to Qingcheng Villa, the villa is sparsely populated, and few outsiders enter, so naturally she has never seen Gongzi Ronglian bring any strangers back, let alone a woman.

But a month ago, Childe suddenly brought back a girl, but her eyebrows were not happy, and her face was a little ugly.

However, the eyes are full of pity, but what is hidden is not obvious.

Ah, this must be the girl that Childe likes.

This is the first time that the son has brought a stranger back, and he is still a girl, and he has to say that it is the top priority of Qingcheng Villa, just like the blossoming of the iron tree, which is more and more important.

She was very curious at the moment about what kind of girl could get into the eyes of her son.

Bi Luo swallowed half of the words of greeting, and curiously leaned over to take a look, the first thing she saw was not how gorgeous the person's eyebrows and eyes were, but only found that the girl's eyes were bloody and tearful, and her expression was painful, and she was blind.

She was startled, and she didn't care about the number of politeness, and reached out to probe the girl's pulse, which was chaotic and weak, like a ...... It was caused by poisoning!

Not to mention the eyes, even the internal force of a body is almost scattered.

Why did you hurt so badly?

She withdrew her hand in astonishment, her face was gloomy and uneasy, Rong Lian glanced at her lightly, and did not stop, but had already carried the girl in her own arms and staggered into the courtyard.

Huang Quan also entered the door, and she hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "You are back, how is this......?

Huang Quan's face was as good as ever, as cold as if he was wearing a mask, which made people look angry, but it was rare that he didn't talk to her much, shook his head, walked hurriedly, and followed Gongzi into the door in silence.

She stood on tiptoe, trying to see more clearly, but in fact, the deep corridor separated all view, and she saw nothing.

Unlike the spring cold in the northwest, the cold is difficult to retreat, all parts of the Central Plains have recovered, the spring breeze is blowing, not to mention, the Qingcheng Villa with countless rare and exotic grasses, the green color of the courtyard has been changed, bustling, endless, and it is a good spring scene in the courtyard.

But I didn't see one or two living creatures for a long time, but I saw a little lifeless in the infinite vitality.

She rubbed her hands together and obediently changed directions and ran to the doctor.

Walking through the corridor covered by the bright and emerald colors of the willows and flowers, she squinted and saw an apricot tree under the corridor, and a precocious bud poked out faintly in the spring breeze washing her face, and she didn't know whether to show her unique beauty or not realize that the time had not come too early, and she was a little abrupt alone.

She reached out and pinched the bud off.

Yes, although the beauty hidden under blood and tears is rare, but ...... How can such a girl be worthy of a son?

She thought so.

However, after many days, the son, who has never had much joy or sorrow, was a little shocking when his emotions were revealed.

Unabashed, unflinching.

She couldn't help but soften her heart a little.

The girl was seriously injured and unconscious, and she never woke up, Rong Lian took care of her day and night, she couldn't untie her clothes, and rarely left.

Even the girl has not woken up, and the furnishings in the room are also very careful, even the vase placed at the head of the bed has never been empty.

Although there are countless flowers and plants in the courtyard of the villa, there are also flowers in full bloom in early spring, so it is not difficult to find a bouquet of flowers in a vase.

However, the care of this everywhere is obviously a rare tenderness.

At least, she had never seen Rong Lian so attentive to anyone.

In her eyes, isn't her son-in-law always like a god above the clouds, looking down on all sentient beings and killing decisively, how can she be attentive to the mortal world?

......

Tick.

The sound of raindrops crushing on the plantain leaves pulled her thoughts back, and Biluo's fingers holding the plum bottle tightened a little.

When she came back to her senses, she saw that the rain was getting heavier, but the girl seemed to be unaware of it, and sat under the porch, avoiding it.

Biluo was indignant when she thought about the place ahead, but now she sighed again.

Poor people too.

Ask how the son is, she would never dare, but it is still okay to ask Huangquan, a few days after returning home, she pestered Huangquan for interrogation, more or less dug out some news from Huangquan's mouth, and knew about a thing or two.

How could you think that going to the northwest is so dangerous?

Childe also gave an order and told them to take care of it carefully, she would never be disobedient and merciful, how could she be exposed to the rain and cold now.

She walked over quickly, grabbed Weaving Dream's arm and took it back to avoid the rain, and said coquettishly: "...... I don't know how to avoid it when it rains!"

Her words startled Weaving Dreams, who suddenly had a thrill, as if she had just discovered that someone was coming, and she quickly stood up when she stepped back, and her vision was not very clear and she knocked down the vase in her arms.

With a bang, it shattered, and the plum branch she had just picked fell to the ground.

"Ah......h

Although a pair of eyes lost their brilliance, Weaving Dream's face still quickly appeared with a look of unease and guilt.

lost the light, and lost the cultivation, the dream weaver's reaction was not as good as before, and he didn't notice that someone was approaching.

is already sensitive, and when he can't see, he becomes more and more cautious, which makes people feel sour.

Biluo saw that Weaving Dream was obviously cramped and uneasy, and his fingers subconsciously grabbed his sleeves and explained: "Biluo? hug...... Sorry, I didn't mean to...... I'll pick it up for you!"

As he spoke, he was about to squat down and touch the vase that had fallen on the ground.

I can't see it in the first place, so what can I do if I touch it so indiscriminately and scratch my hands.

"Oh! Don't! Be careful......"

She was just about to bend down to stop Dream Weaving's movements, when a cool breeze suddenly set off beside her, and someone reached out and grabbed Dream Weaving's hand one step ahead of her.

She turned her head to see Rong Pian frowning, and she didn't know when she appeared beside them.

"Ameng, you don't have to. Rong Lian reached out and pulled Weaving Dream up, quietly examining her fingers.

"Ah, mercy?"

Rong Pian responded, raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly, Biluo pursed his lips, and just wanted to explain, the obviously uneasy Weaving Dream had already spoken first.

"Mercy, it's me...... I'm so sorry, Biluo came to help me, but I didn't stand still, I knocked down what she was holding, what did I break? I'm really sorry......"

Rong Lian was silent and looked at Weaving Dream's panicked explanation, and a pair of phoenix eyes were gloomy.

When did the weaving dream he knew ever look so helpless and panicked?

It makes people panic when they look at it.

It's just a broken vase, this is very ordinary, Rong Lian shook his head, remembered something and responded, "It's just a vase, it's okay." ”

Biluo also hurriedly explained: "Yes, don't care, it's just that I didn't hold it steady, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

The uneasiness of Dream Weaving has faded a little.

Rong Lian carefully grabbed Weaving Dream's wrist, "It's raining, it's windy, let's go back first." ”

Weaving Dream nodded, followed him two steps, stopped again, and asked tentatively, "The broken vase...... I...... I want to help clean up. ”

At least she wanted to do something, otherwise how could she deal with herself......? I don't want to be a waste that can't do anything and can only add to the mess.

"It's okay, Biluo will clean it up. ”

Then he urged her to leave.

Weaving Dream didn't want to do anything more, and said a few words of apology to Biluo, and then left with Rong Lian.

It's uncomfortably polite.

Also, all of a sudden, no one will feel good.

Seeing the figures of the two slowly disappear from the end of the corridor, Biluo pursed her lips and squatted down to pick up the debris on the ground.

Xu was uneasy, and the porcelain piece she picked up didn't pierce her fingertips.

Looking at the blood beads that bubbled out, Biluo felt that she was about to become gloomy with this spring rain.