Qi Su turned over both sides of the letterhead, but there was no payment or other words.

"It's a mystery. She burned the letterhead with a red candle, and in the past there were people who used to use the method of trying to get away with it, and this time it was right, but that passage was excellent.

I washed up a little, used tea snacks, and played the piano in the hermitage.

The summer cicadas are very noisy, always chirping out of time, disturbing the sound of the piano at the fingertips, and the ruler wants to catch the most noisy cicadas with sticky rods.

I just picked up the sticky rod and was about to attack a cicada, when it suddenly occurred to me that these cicadas are only one summer, and they are not much longer than the morning dew.

"I know that this world is as short as dew, yet, yet. ”

Qi Su remembered that sentence again, lingering in his heart, and refused to disperse.

But she burned the letterhead, and if the person who wrote the letter did not appear, she would not be able to find it, she would not see it, and she would not know why he had written it.

"If you want to get my attention, you've succeeded, come out to me. She was in the empty courtyard, talking alone.

If the man had been around, he would have heard it.

But only the cicadas chirped in response to her.

Qi Su was in a confused mood, so he called a servant. Next to Tsui Wan Nunnery is Sungai where she often rafts.

The sun was just right, but the ruler was not afraid of the sun, and the waves from the oars in the stream were snow-white, and they went down the river, leaving a white line that quickly disappeared.

The flowers and trees on both sides of the bank have long since withered, but there is still a sound in the stream, and the ruler is open-minded. She doesn't like showy flowers, they are insignificant, and it is better to look at flowers than to look at herself in the mirror.

But the fragrance of the flowers is very good, and she especially likes the clear and faint plum blossoms.

It's a pity that the plum blossoms have been withering for a long time.

The lazily casting of the bait and watching the fish open their lips and swallow the bait is also pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly, Qi Su heard a distant sound of the piano, and soon a subtle feeling arose in her heart.

She ordered her servants to raft to the source of the sound of the harp.

Within a mile, the light boat docked.

It is a stone pavilion.

Tingli is a very good-looking young man, his expression is gentle and elegant, his long hair moves with the wind, and his temperament is sparse and dustless, far from anyone who has seen him before. The sound of the piano flowed from his fingertips, and Qi Su had never heard such a good piano sound.

She looked at him, and the subtle feeling in her heart became clearer.

Qi Su waved her hand to let the servant leave, she only felt that the young man seemed to be spotless, and the servant was a vulgar thing, and it was very out of place here.

Qi Su sat on the bench of the stone pavilion, if it was in the past, she had to wipe it many times and put down the silk before she could sit down, but this time, she sat down naturally.

It was as if she felt in her heart that this stone pavilion had also fallen from the Nine Heavens and was spotless.

The sound of the piano slowly ended, and the young man's eyes fell on Qi Su, and the subtle feeling in her heart became even stronger.

"Do you drink tea?"

The youth nodded.

She called in her servants and quickly took down the tea set from the light boat, and the tea leaves and even the water were brought by herself.

A pot of tea was quickly served, and a cup was served to the young man with a small bell carved in the shape of plum blossoms.

The young man took a sip and said with a smile: "Good tea." ”

Qi Su smiled and said: "For a character like you, I won't entertain you with a little less tea, what kind of water do you drink?"

The young man shook his head and said, "I haven't drunk such bad water, so I can't eat it." ”

Qi Su couldn't help but be angry and funny, she said: "This is the rain in early spring, I collected it drop by drop from the plum blossoms in the mountains, and I only got a dozen urns." You still dislike it, so tell me what kind of water you usually drink?"

The young man smiled, took out a porcelain vase, and said, "Borrow your tea leaves, and I will also invite you to have a drink." ”

Qi Suxin said: "I'll see what kind of water you are, if it's not good, see how I mock you." ”

She gave the youth tea.

After a while, the young man cooked tea and ate it carefully.

The young man asked, "How, can you eat it?"

Qi Su shook his head and said: "The taste is indeed more frivolous than my water, and there is a little plum blossom aroma, could it be that it is also rain?"

The young man smiled and said, "I didn't expect that the sound of my piano attracted the layman, and the water was melted by the snow on the plum blossoms." ”

Qi Su was surprised: "It's actually melted by ice and snow, no wonder the taste is different, can you evenness me a little? ”

What she meant was that she couldn't eat it herself, just because there was no snow in Cloud City, so she couldn't be blamed.

The young man smiled: "I lied to you, this is indeed made of snow water, but it is the snow water I just made." ”

Qi Su didn't believe it: "How is it possible, I don't believe it." ”

The young man stretched out his hand, only to see snowflakes emerge from his hand in the blink of an eye, and then melted by the heat of his palm, turning into incomparably clear snow.

Qi Su couldn't help but blush, thinking that the tea he ate was actually flowing from the palm of this person's hand.

If it were an ordinary person, she would be disgusted at the moment, but looking at the other party's handsome face, she couldn't be disgusted.

She said, "Who are you, and why are you playing tricks on me?"

The young man scooped up a little water, and soon it evaporated and became a mist, and after a while the mist crystallized, and it was ice and snow again. He chuckled and said, "You see, this water can be fog, snow, or stream, how can it be noble because it is on a plum blossom? ”

Qi Su was slightly stunned, and then snorted softly: "You are just here to tell me these truths?"

The young man smiled slightly, "I'm just talking about water." ”

He cleaned up his own things in the stone pavilion and sprinkled them away, without saying goodbye to the ruler.

Qi Su was a little helpless, and this person didn't ask her name, nor did he tell her name. She regretted it a little and didn't take the initiative to ask.

And she really has an indescribable subtle feeling for this man.

After staying in the stone pavilion for a long time, Qi Su left.

Back at Cuiyun Nunnery, Qi Su couldn't help but think about that young man, I don't know if he missed Xueshui or his piano sound.

By accident, she found another piece of letterhead.

She actually smelled the faint scent of plum blossoms.

"The wind and dust are gone, and the flowers are gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat. I am only afraid that the Shuangxi boat will not be able to carry a lot of worries. ”

This is a complete poem, and the skill of refining words and making sentences has been transformed.

"Is it him? or is it him?"

The face of the young man appeared in Qi Su's mind, and her intuition told her that whether it was the previous letterhead or the first one, it was left by the other party.

"Hmph, if you want to capture it, you want to make a mystery. This time, she carefully put away the letterhead and had no intention of burning it.

The moonlight had fallen, and it was already late at night after dinner, but she still couldn't sleep, feeling that the long night was quite long. She was a little expectant of what the young man would do.

I was a little angry, did I want her to wait until tomorrow.

Do you want to go to bed early and wake up early tomorrow?

The days used to be lonely and repetitive day after day, but now she is looking forward to tomorrow.

Yes, it's just, perhaps, it's rare to have a little fun in life.

This night, the young man really did not come.