Faintly, the fluttering flakes all over the city are fluttering one after another, and there is a snow in the city as follows. There was not a trace of dust on the empty bluestone path, but the light rain on the heavenly street slightly moistened the grass in the cracks. The cottage beside the road is elegant and exquisite, like the attic where a hermit lives in the mountains, and the door frames and window lattices are decorated with clusters of begonia flowers; in the half-hidden window, you can faintly see the quiet smile of the woman holding the baby, and the snoring of the man in the ears. Invisibly, it seems to be a little more charming.

The sound of gentle footsteps loomed in the street, and clusters of poplars flew on the ground where the skirt swept slightly. The plain white clothes are stained with a few blown off begonia petals, which are as delicate as peach blossoms. Allure's daughter held a jade-like hand lightly, and her ten fingers were interlocked like mandarin ducks with their necks clinging to each other, and there seemed to be powder in the air. It was Luo Yaozhan and the two.

"Shenshan City, 'gods and immortals' each take half, it's weird. Luo Yaozhan's divine consciousness was released, and he carefully perceived the aura of heaven and earth.

"All things in heaven and earth are born of the Spirit, and are destroyed by the Spirit. Since the fall of the immortals and gods 8,000 years ago, the thinness of earthly aura can be seen with the naked eye. And the aura here is rich, converging into a stream, and it can be called a demigod and a half-immortal. ”

On the outskirts of the wilderness, a small river twists and turns around the Qingliu embankment. The flocculent flies lightly, the wicker dances lightly, the east wind dawns, but it is a hole with a thousand reds, and the trees are full of trees and begonias are red. The flowers are red like blood, like blood and tears, and tears become worries. The partial flowers are easy to thank, and the embers have fallen, and there is no one to pity the red incense.

I saw a delicate jade slowly floating on the small river flowing in Qu Lingling, and after a while, I heard the sound of gentle footsteps from far to near, from far to near, gradually clear, turning into a burst of laughter like a silver bell. I saw that a group of little girls and little girls chased after the jade girl and came to Luo Yaozhan and the others.

Yuyu whirled around and stopped at a place where begonia flowers were falling in the slow water, just before falling and Mo.

"Hey, look, it's stopped. A girl pointed to the jade jade who was spinning.

"The water flows. Mo Siqing looked at Luo Yaozhan with a light smile and explained.

"Childe is right. Today is the Begonia Festival in Shenshan City, and there has been a tradition of 'Qushui Liuzhen' since ancient times. Whoever stops in front of the jade will compose a poem, and if it can't be done, he will be punished with a glass of wine. The girl in a peach-colored dress said.

"I see. Since it is the Begonia Festival, I will take Begonia as the theme. Luo Yaozhan's clothes shook gently, her lips opened lightly, and a five-word poem became:

"Glamorous fat powder, Xiaozhu washes red makeup.

Delicate as peach and snow, clear as the sea and sun.

If it is not the moon on the horizon, it should be frosted.

Why do you need to be far away from the world? The north wind is cool in the southeast. ”

I heard Mo Siqing then chant the first seven words, but it was based on the moon:

"The clouds wash Kunlun, and the Purple Mansion Immortal Palace falls into the dust.

The shadow of the morning frost stream is crystal bright, and the snow-capped mountain is lonely at dusk.

The blue-sleeved green clothes are worried about the moon, and the colorful clouds and purple breath are depressed.

Yaochi lingers in the incense mist for many years, and the intestines are broken and people knock on the door of the ancient temple. ”

"What a begonia, what a bright moon. But I don't know if it's the embers under the moon, or the remnants of the moon. ”

After the two finished speaking, they were surprised when they heard this, and they all looked back and saw:

A woman's green clothes are like yarn, like a hibiscus out of the water, and are naturally carved. Between the buns, the jade step shook in the wind and sang in a muddy manner, like an elegant mournful music. She is slender and weak, walking like a weak willow supporting the wind, her eyebrows and eyes are dignified and beautiful, and she should be the elegance of an oriental woman. It's like a plain white begonia, half rolled and half comfortable.

"Hello Miss Song. When the little girls saw the woman, they nodded their heads.

"It's a holiday, let's have some fun. ”

The woman surnamed Song waved her hand, and the whirling jade jade drifted away gently with the flowing water. The girls, laughing again, went after the flowing water and the flowers.

"In the Song family in Xiashen Mountain City, Song Tang Ember. The father knew that the two were coming, and ordered his daughter to greet them here. ”

"Song family ......" Luo Yaozhan muttered in her heart, her eyes were slightly lowered, and her right hand was on her left arm, and she didn't light it for a while.

"What is this girl doing?" Mo Siqing couldn't help but smile.

"Come with me, both of you. Song Tangyan made a gesture of please.

The two glanced at each other, and a hint of interest flashed. Coming here occasionally, it was unexpected, could this Song family have the ability to astronomer and divination the moon, and can spy on the heavens?

Shenshan City, Song family.

"Father. Song Tangyan saluted the middle-aged man above.

Although this person is middle-aged, he does not have the aura engraved by the worldly time, he is refreshing and refreshed, and he is at peace at will. It is also in response to the artistic conception of this city.

"Mo Xianjun, in the Song family in Xiashen Mountain City, Song Chan. ”

"Dare to ask Song Qian, who is Your Excellency?" Luo Yaozhan asked.

"I think the girl is the Sympathy Moon Immortal. Xiao'er Song Qian's letter mentioned that Xianjun took care of him a lot, and thanked him in the next generation of Xiao'er. Song Chan bowed slightly, and said, "These few days are the Begonia Festival in the city, why don't the two immortals stay in the cold house for a few days, and then leave after these days?"

Mo Siqing turned her head to look at Luo Yaozhan, as if asking her opinion. The eyes are leisurely, smiling faintly, and in a trance, there are peach blossoms all over the sky.

Luo Yaozhan didn't look over her head slightly, a hint of blush flashed on her face, and she responded lightly:

"It's fine. ”

"Come with me, both of you. Song Tangyan made a gesture of please.

The pear blossoms in the backyard of the Song family are flying, and the sky is full of joy, like a snow in the city. Flowers and flowers, around the carved fence of the corridor, through the courtyard into the house, gradually sink into the quiet pond around the rockery, ripple inch by inch, through the gap of the rockery, the wisps linger in the mist, and finally converge into the bottom of the rockery in the center of the pool.

Luo Yaozhan quietly stared at the pool of clear water, her eyes were light, and she was stunned. The breeze stirred up the green silk in her ears, and the falling flowers stained her plain dress, and she seemed to feel a certain sound echoing in her ears, and the pear blossoms flying all over the sky were like a shallow outline, outlining a vague beautiful and affectionate picture.

"This garden full of pear blossoms was planted by my father and watered with fairy power, and I will not thank you all year round. It's just because-" Song Tang Ember sighed, "My mother's name is Pear Song, and my favorite is this pear blossom when I was alive." ”

"In the final analysis, this garden full of flying flowers should be the pain of lovesickness and the pain of breaking the intestines. Luo Yaozhan whispered.

Song Tang Ember slowly stopped, leaning on the wooden railing of the corridor, his eyes were deep, like autumn water, and his veins were affectionate.

"When the mother died, the father's heart died. If it weren't for me, Qian'er and I, my father would probably have to go with my mother. ”

"The people are gone, please mourn. Mo Siqing gently hugged Luo Yaozhan and sighed slightly.

"If it weren't for the Demon Clan......" Song Tang Ember whispered.

Luo Yaozhan and Mo Siqing glanced at each other and leaned into his arms. I saw the pear blossoms flying snow, and the lovesickness became a disaster.