Love says, some people just take a look, but they take root in their hearts, and even miss it for a lifetime.

The snow-white pear blossoms are pressed all over the branches, the tender yellow leaves set off the crystal clear petals, like a girl with excellent skin, a light flick, as if the water is about to pop out, the breeze is light, the flowers seem to be whispering, sometimes some petals dance with the wind, gently scatter and fall, hovering low between the branches and leaves, and finally fall one after another, as if laying a layer of frost for the earth, people can't bear to step on it......

Xiao Zhengyu looked up with bated breath, the sky was faint, and his eyes were full of pear blossoms' simple and quiet face.

As soon as he stepped into the garden, Xiahou Sophie recognized his back, still so peaceful, but in the rain of pear petals, Xiao Suo, who was dressed in a white robe, couldn't help but feel a little lonely. Loneliness is like this petal in the sky, some can't fly into the world of appreciating people, and they can't warm the sight of appreciating people.

At the moment of staring at the back, Xiahou Sophie hesitated a little, and her feet were about to retreat.

"You're here. The voice sounded at the right time, so that she had no reason to retreat.

"Master Junma, are you also here to see Pear Blossom?" When she said the first three words, her heart couldn't help but twitch, and a trace of pain instantly spread from the bottom of her heart.

Xiao Zhengyu turned around, "No, I'm waiting for you!"

"Wait for me?" Xiahou Sufei smiled bitterly, "I don't know what happened to the county horse?"

When the man opposite turned his head, she saw his face clearly, twenty years passed between his fingers, he was no longer young, the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, each wrinkle was full of the sorrows and grievances of his life, and his temples also had gorgeous hair, but his eyes were still deep and bright, and there was a hint of self-deprecation in his eyes.

After all, memories poured down from her fingers like sand, and Xiahou Sophie never thought that when her former lover was in front of her, under the familiar face, there was a strange and distant feeling.

But in Xiao Zhengyu's opinion, she was still like the fairy in orange under the pear blossom tree twenty years ago, standing there quietly, Ren Feihua fluttering in her hair, at that moment, the flowers all over the world seemed to be in full bloom, and the years seemed to stop in the spring of first acquaintance.

"How can Xiao someone, how dare he bother the eldest lady!" The man's tone was calm, he casually took out the wine bag hanging on his waist, poured it directly, and said lightly: "Just passing by, I want to come and see you, just take a look!" After speaking, Xiao Zhengyu stopped making a sound, but he couldn't tell if this wine was brought here for the sake of cowardice at the moment?

Sometimes, a man's silent silence is more lethal than a woman's tears.

Xiahou Sufei frowned slightly, her eyes were as rippling as a stream of autumn water, but the words "pity" were clearly written: "Although the wine is good, don't be greedy for a cup!"

No matter what she says, it is clear and light, but it makes people have to feel compassion, Xiao Zhengyu's calm eyes have a slight ripple, "Wine can hurt the body, but it is not sad." ”

At this time, the sky suddenly began to rain, the wisps of rain like continuous thoughts, like a little lip as gentle, and bring a little bit of coolness, the pear blossoms of the tree, one by one, petals, fell with the wind, floated down, gently fell on the rain-soaked land, light and elegant......

Yes, the rain, finally, fell! This garden full of pear blossoms has spread Xiahou Sufei's heart, and also spread his heart! It's just that the heart and the heart, can it still be the same? When the pear blossoms are all over the ground, quietly, whose heart has been haunted by that anonymous melancholy and loss, filled, as thin as cicada wings, but lingering. Who knows, for so many years, who has stood in this courtyard in the slanting wind and drizzle, thinking about his face and his voice.

Missing a person who is close at hand, there seems to be an ambiguous and embarrassing aura floating in the air, and it is gradually diluted by the rain, and the feeling of the raindrops hitting the face can make people unable to distinguish whether it is tears or rain.

"Spring is unexpected, Miss go back to the house to rest, Han Sheng is really disturbed. At the moment when the man turned to leave, did you ever hope that someone would stare at his distant back, quietly waiting for his gaze in slightly wet eyes, sometimes, time flies forward, never looking back, but it is also constantly reincarnating ups and downs, repeatedly soaked in memory......

The most cruel way to treat a lover is not to intertwine love and hate, not to deceive and betray. It's a love that gradually fades after the ultimate love.

On the other hand, Xiao Zhengyu was far more than the guests sent to Xiahou Villa.

"Damn it, why is it raining again!" Bai Lang looked up at the rain falling in the hazy sky, and couldn't help complaining, all the way, the thin rain had moistened the dust, and the air was filled with a slightly cool smell.

Bai Lang quickened his pace, because of the rain, Changzhou City lost a lot of popularity and hustle and bustle on weekdays, that is, in such a hazy smoke and rain, the villa was covered with a veil, and it was still difficult to hide its magnificent atmosphere between the crystal softness. There is a plaque hanging above the main entrance of the villa, which reads "Xiahou Villa" four gilded characters, the font is thick and powerful, although it has gone through a hundred years it still shines, the four sides of the plaque are hollowed out and carved with patterns, it looks simple, heavy, exquisite, and extraordinarily eye-catching. The high pedestal of the main hall is like a white lotus flower in the rain, holding up the entire Zhuang Yu with eaves stacked on top of each other.

Compared with the desertion on the street just now, Bai Lang saw from a distance that there was still an endless stream of people coming and going at the gate of the villa, and they all came to congratulate and give gifts. Bai Lang also walked into the crowd with the column, and when he got closer, he saw that in the congratulatory gifts in front of him, there were exquisite and transparent jade, jade of different shapes, dazzling pearls, agate with strange lines, and a century-old ginseng that can prolong life......

"Heh, it seems that I will have to work hard to give birth to more little white waves in the future, after a year and a half, I will hold a crown ceremony, a ceremony or something, maybe it will take a few years to become a big family!" Bai Lang looked at the crowd, thoughtfully held his cheeks and smiled, and the smooth blue brick floor in front of the door was still covered with red brocade.

On the thick high chair made of agarwood outside the hall, there was a very old man sitting in the middle, and his eyebrows showed a sense of straightness and prudence from time to time, Bai Lang knew that he was the big butler of this Xiahou Villa - Xiahou Yan.

Every time he accepted a congratulatory gift that was respectfully handed to him, he would smile and nod politely to show his gratitude, and then the servant next to him would step forward to accept the gift, smiling brightly.

When it was Bai Lang's turn to step forward, the smile on the face of the calm and peaceful butler stiffened slightly, then gradually faded, and finally turned into an expression of slightly surprise and a little subtle joy.

The hands handed up is a precious red wolf fur, only to see this fur - elegant and generous style, flat and light fur, smooth and delicate hair, bright and symmetrical luster, comfortable and soft feel, the most valuable is actually a whole leather fur, in the middle of a beaded rose red lychee deerskin belt more elegant and noble. Everyone knows that wolves are fierce and ruthless animals in the world, and to make such a beautiful coat, it is also necessary to make a famous teacher.

Xiahou Yan couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, he carefully looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him, but ushered in a young man's light smile, "The younger generation is ordered by the family teacher to prepare a small gift for the young lady's birthday, so as to express his heart, and I hope that Guizhuang will not dislike it!"

"Hehe, it is recorded in the "Historical Records" that Meng Weijun has 'a fox and white fur, worth a thousand gold, unparalleled in the world', and seeing this wolf fur today is also an eye-opener. ”

"My Jiuhuamen is a small faction in the rivers and lakes, and it is an honor to be able to go to this grand event thanks to the owner of the village!" Bai Lang handed back the invitation card and said with a salute: "This fur fur is just a small gift, not a tribute, I just want to wear it on the eldest lady, and it can match the beauty of the young lady!"

"Okay, good, your faction's intentions will be accepted by the next ancestor on behalf of the owner of my family, and I will ask the little brother to bring it to the respected master when I go back!" As he spoke, Xiahou Yan beckoned his subordinates to lead Bai Lang into the guest room in the village and settle down.

This Xiahou Villa really deserves to be the first village in the world, and the lintel is tall, and there is a unique style in the village. Bai Lang stood in front of the window, only to see the new vine climbing the wall outside the window, the tender green point between the Zhu Pavilion, and there is a clear pond, which will be the nearby pavilion and attic, Jiashu prosperous, and strange stones are all in it.

It's a pity that Bai Lang is not a person who has a heart for landscapes, just in the midst of boredom, the shaking of a figure made his eyes suddenly brighten, his pupils contracted sharply, and he wanted to see this person more really. It's just that the rain hasn't stopped, and the misty rain has brought the fresh breath of spring, and it has also brewed a mist that is dripping down, and in a blink of an eye, the blurred figure left his field of vision.

But this is enough for Bai Lang, sometimes although he can't see a person's outline clearly in his eyes, he feels right in his heart - that is him. Everyone has their own taste, also called magnetic field, for example, Xiao Zhengyu has a shocking force that is different from that of men in other wine shops, and Ling Feng has a craggy arrogance that is different from other guards.