Today is neither the first day of the new year, nor the fifteenth, but the incense of Hanxiang Temple is still excellent, crowded, mostly pious young couples, or amorous good men and women, come here to ask for children and marriage. Ji Chu stood outside the temple and watched quietly for a while, Yan Yuan didn't urge her, but just blocked the pedestrians for her and didn't let people touch her.

Ji Chu suddenly smiled and said to Yan Yuan: "You said that two insincere people can ask for something when they enter this Hanxiang Temple." ”

"Let's go in. Yan Yuan ignored Ji Chu's words, and entered the temple with her hand.

People are crowded, and Ji Chu let him lead him, and he saved his strength.

The temple is simple and atmospheric, there is no turbidity of incense candles, but there is a faint plum fragrance everywhere, and the Hanxiang Temple is really worthy of its name.

The entourage lit incense and candles for the two, sacrificed melons and fruits, handed the three sticks of incense to the hands of the two respectively, and begged for a child, and the two knew that this was impossible, so they bowed three times at will, and then got up and inserted it into the incense burner.

After finishing the incense, Ji Chu was a little impatient to go to Meilin, who knew that a little monk came out and handed over two juan red silk, and said: "My master said that the two donors are people with hearts, you might as well go to the marriage tree of my temple." ”

"Who is your master?" Ji Chu saw that this little monk was quite cute.

"My master is the presiding officer of Hanxiang Temple. The little monk replied obediently, in the end, he was young, and he couldn't hide the smug look on his face.

"Lead the way. Yan Yuan said.

Under the marriage tree are mostly young good men and women, each immersed in their own little feelings, did not notice that someone approached, Ji Chu passed by a young girl, inadvertently glanced at it, saw that the red silk was written "a lifetime generation of a pair", unconsciously smiled, this is the deepest expectation of every girl's heart, but I don't know if this girl's lover has this heart, and whether he is willing to give her such a lifetime of stability.

"This girl, what do you want, the pen and ink are here, please come with the old man. "This old woman's title is strange, Ji Chu combed the woman's head, and the discerning person knew at a glance that she was already a wife, how could she be called a girl.

This title pleases Ji Chu, he laughed, and followed the old woman to the table next to the marriage tree, picked up the pen but didn't know what to write, and turned around to ask Yan Yuan with his eyes. Yan Yuan didn't speak, only stood behind Ji Chu, held her hand holding the pen, and moved on the red silk.

Feeling the slightly damp warm breath sprayed on the back of his neck, Ji Chu couldn't help but shrink a little, quietly reddened the roots of his ears, struggled for a while and didn't move, and let him go, only focusing his energy on the red silk, trying his best to ignore the people behind him. "Panjun's heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my love. These two sentences are in line with Ji Chu's intentions, is Yan Yuan a roundworm in her abdomen?

Ji Chu put the pen back in its place, turned around and smiled at Yan Yuan, and ran to the marriage tree to tie the red silk. Yan Yuan stood beside the old woman for a while, his face gradually sank, and he lifted his steps and walked towards Ji Chu, whose back seemed to be weighing on the weight of a thousand gold, but he only talked and laughed with Ji Chu casually in a blink of an eye.

The cold wind swept lightly, and the three or two leaves on the marriage tree fell off the branches. Although there are no branches and leaves, this marriage tree looks still full, thousands of red silk tied on the tree like a spicy fire cloud, and a few places of snow, as if a few rolls of cloud patterns rolled on the red silk.

The old woman looked at the young man and woman under the tree, just like herself and Rokuro back then, a face full of wrinkles after the vicissitudes of life couldn't help but have laugh lines, but the smile had not reached the corner of the eye, suddenly a gust of wind, even a few red silks on the tree fell, the old woman sighed lightly, but did not shed tears as usual, only silently staggered one by one to pick up the red silk that was soaked in the wind and snow and blurred the handwriting.

The marriage tree that has been guarded for a lifetime is coming to an end in this life, but it's a pity that I won't see Rokuro again.

In Merlin, just a wave of the robe, I felt that there was a dark fragrance of sleeves, Ji Chu and Yan Yuan walked side by side in Merlin's path, casually folded a small green plum and handed it to Yan Yuan, Yan Yuan understood, carefully looked at Ji Chu's bun, and picked a suitable place to put a hairpin on it.

The path was winding, and I didn't know where it was going to spread, and I walked silently for a moment until I reached the depths of Merlin, and then I was afraid that I would go out. Looking ahead, who is so interested in building a small pavilion in the plum forest - boiling snow pavilion, and the small pavilion boiling snow is not only to appreciate the plum, but also to appreciate the snow.

Ji Chu was worried that there was no piano at hand, and there was one in the pavilion, I don't know who left it here, or if this piano was originally in the pavilion.

The forest is already cold and fragrant, so there is no need to burn incense, the sound of the murmuring piano flows from the fingertips, like the thin waves of the sea touching the toes, and gradually overflowing the body, without drowning the whole soul is not good to give up.

The sound of the piano is sweet and greasy, the sweet and sweet simmering makes people's hearts warm, the tune turns slightly, and reveals a few traces of the sourness of young Mu Shaoai, and then rises high-key, as if the jade mountain is about to collapse, the bitterness of lovesickness, can not be suppressed, and the tone is sluggish at the end of a song, and you can see the sadness of the evening scene.

The sound of a piano is like a human affection.

The white plum falls and the beautiful scenery of the pavilion shrinks infinitely at this moment, and the people in the pavilion and the piano in the pavilion have become a world of their own, and Yan Yuan's eyes only see this person and one thing in his heart.

Scene after scene flashed in my mind, intermittently, not into chapters, but these characters and scenes were not faced, as if they had seen it, but they didn't know where they had seen it. As for the old woman's words, Yan Yuan had already believed five points, since Ji first entered the Yan Mansion, he had some strange dreams from time to time, in the dream he was not Yan Yuan, she was not Ji Chu, they had become related and irrelevant people, and now this picture flashed, he couldn't help but believe it.

It's just a big dream, and if you want to make mistakes, you can make mistakes.

Lowering his eyes, Yan Yuan still didn't know, and asked, "Is this song composed by Ji Chu?"

"Just do whatever you want, no words. Ji Chu showed a slightly disappointed look and stroked the strings.

"Then I'll fill in this song, okay?" seemed to ask, but the tone was unquestionable.

Ji Chu nodded, "Whatever you want." ”

Yan Yuan stopped talking, took out the white jade Xiao tube tied around his waist, brought it to his mouth, and carefully recalled the tune of Fang Cai Chu, tried it a few times intermittently, and finally connected it into a tone, and thought about what to fill in while blowing.

Idle and boring, Ji Chu re-played the piano, this song she rarely played, at least in front of people, is the first time to play, this piece is easy to make people impetuous, obviously elegant and moving song, but when the circle turns, or the sound is sharp like a sharp weapon to wipe the ground, or the sound is low like hitting the bell in the ear, only to feel the magic sound around the ear.

Ji Chu closed his eyes to play the piano, and Yan Yuan half-closed his eyes to recall the song just now, and neither of them noticed the changes in the scenery around them.