In March, in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass grows and the warbler flies.

In the Tibetan valley, which has been uninhabited for a long time, there are wildflowers everywhere, and the willows are green.

Beside the clear stream that runs through the valley, I don't know when, a newly built courtyard appeared.

In the middle of the courtyard are several bamboo houses side by side, surrounded by green bamboo in front of and behind the house, which is particularly elegant and quiet.

However, the most surprising thing is that the various medicinal herbs planted in the yard and along the fence exude a faint fragrance that seems to be absent in the spring.

In the early morning of this day, outside the courtyard gate, which seemed to have never been cared for, there were suddenly a few unhurried knocks on the door.

Hua Xiangjun, who was preparing to dry the herbs in the courtyard, raised his head when he heard the sound, and a trace of joy flashed uncontrollably on his beautiful face.

She hurriedly straightened up, walked briskly, and opened the courtyard door.

Hearing the sound, the little man in white, who was standing behind the door, immediately turned around, and there was a clear and bright smile on his face as delicate as a pink carving.

At first glance, seeing this smile that was exactly the same as that person more than ten years ago, Hua Xiangjun's deep and beautiful eyes couldn't help but be in a trance.

At this time, Leng Shiyu, the little boy in white, had already handed a new willow in his hand to her, and said in a voice that was still a little childish: "Sister Xiangjun, this is a spring branch that Yu'er just broke off......"

Hua Xiangjun just stood there quietly, staring intently at the smile on his face for a long time, and then finally stretched out his jade hand and took the willow branch.

Sniffing it on the tip of her nose, she felt a fresh breath penetrating her heart, she couldn't help but smile with satisfaction, and said, "Okay, count him as having a heart!"

Shiyu immediately salivated and smiled: "Brother, it's not that he doesn't want to fulfill the contract in person, it's just that his master, that is, the Prince Ding, has issued a strict order that he is absolutely not allowed to go out until his brother's feet have completely regained consciousness." ”

Hua Xiangjun was not easily deceived by his words, pursed his lips slightly, and said: "Before he went to Jinmen Pass, when he agreed to this agreement, I guessed that he must have other thoughts in his heart.

Now it seems that he had already made up his mind at that time, once he could never come back, he would let you, the jade, replace his jade, and send me the willow branches of the new year. ”

"But no matter what, my brother he still came back. Sister Xiangjun, please forgive him this time, don't live away from the world again, let's go back to Jingyanghua Divine Doctor!"

Hearing Shiyu say it very earnestly, Hua Xiangjun couldn't help but smile and explained: "Not long ago, I moved my mother's bones back to the Tibetan Stream Valley and buried them with my father. So I wanted to watch over the two of them for a while longer, but I didn't plan to stay here forever and never return to Jingyang. ”

Shiyu's eyes blinked, and he asked with some begging, "What...... Sister Xiangjun, you just don't blame your brother for not keeping his promise?"

Hua Xiangjun naturally understood what this young man meant, so he smiled mysteriously and said, "You go and ask that brother of yours, do you remember the place where they agreed to meet you again? ”

When Shiyu heard this, she immediately said with joy on her face: "Thank you Sister Xiangjun for this! Yu'er promises that every year at this time in the future, my sister will receive the first spring in this world!"

Hua Xiangjun just nodded slightly, still sniffing the verdant willow branch in his hand, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

After Shiyu respectfully saluted her and said goodbye, he led the horse alone, admiring the beautiful scenery all the way, and slowly walked out of the valley.

As soon as he turned a small forest at the head of the stream, he saw a tall young man in black, who was frowning slightly, staring at a willow tree in front of him.

Obviously, he had expected this situation in front of him, and a mischievous smile quickly crossed Shiyu's lips.

Immediately, he walked forward quickly, bowed down and said, "Brother Xiaofeng, Shiyu is polite!"

Lu Yuanfeng turned his head to look at him a little unnaturally, and a rare gentle smile appeared on his cold face, "Don't be so polite to me!"

Shiyu's little face also showed a very well-behaved smile, but the words that came out of his little mouth were not well-behaved at all.

"Brother Xiaofeng, did you come here to wait for me?"

Suddenly being broken by his childish words, Lu Yuanfeng couldn't help grinning slightly in embarrassment, and after hesitating for a moment, he had to nod and admit: "That's true! Shiyu, I have a question I want to ask you." Why is it so ordinary a willow branch to Xiangjun...... How could my sister be so important?"

As if he didn't expect him to ask such a strange question, Shiyu couldn't help frowning and thinking for a moment before replying: "Because for Sister Xiangjun, those days in the Tibetan Stream Valley in the past were the happiest times in her life.

At that time, she had her father and brother who loved her, and Yu'er, who made her happy all day long. Therefore, this very ordinary willow branch represents a very unusual memory, which carries the most precious emotions that Sister Xiangjun once had. ”

Lu Yuanfeng had been listening intently and silently, and there was no fluctuation in his deep eyes.

Looking at this brother Xiaofeng who usually doesn't smile and is not good at expressing his inner emotions, Shiyu's heart couldn't help but move slightly.

I saw his dark and smart eyes turn, and immediately continued: "However, in Shiyu's opinion, although memories are precious, they are just like smoke from the past, and they can never be found back.

A past relationship may not be replaced by a new one. And the same small willow branch, if the person who goes to send it is different, the meaning it represents will naturally be very different. ”

Sure enough, after listening to his words, Lu Yuanfeng's face finally showed a trace of emotion, but in his slightly cold voice, he couldn't help but hesitate.

"You mean...... Can everything start again?"

"If people can come back from the dead, and willow trees can sprout, why can't feelings start over?"

Shiyu looked at Lu Yuanfeng with a smile, and her bright eyes were full of encouragement.

Lu Yuanfeng continued to frown, pondered for a moment, and finally asked with some uncertainty: "Then what do you say, what should you do?

"Why shouldn't this? I think back then, but there were two people who sent willow branches to Sister Xiangjun——"

"That's right!"

Lu Yuanfeng finally slapped his palm on the willow tree in front of him with a sudden realization, "A willow branch represents the past, and a willow branch represents me-"

He paused for a moment, and his face, which was frozen for thousands of years, turned out to be a suspicious ochre.

Shiyu still stood there casually, admiring the rare shy expression of Brother Xiaofeng, who had always been cold.

At this time, Lu Yuanfeng, who had finally come back to his senses, couldn't help but stare sharply at Shiyu's still very immature face, frowned and asked, "Why do you know so much at your young age?"

Seyu just grinned mischievously and didn't answer his question.

As soon as he saw his expression, Lu Yuanfeng's heart couldn't help but jump, and he secretly pondered-

Laughing so treacherously, this kid's expression ...... Why do you look so much like Childe?