In the red dust of the downtown area, the strong wine should be precious, and the place where the dust is pulled out is the only thing that is important to tea.

The rhyme of tea is leisurely, and the truth is seen in the plain, and what is needed is to precipitate the careful taste.

In this isolated place, in the stone chamber of the valley, there is really nothing more appropriate than a fragrant tea.

As soon as Zhang Fan stepped out of the inner room, he saw that the water vapor was thick, like falling into a fairyland, smelling the fragrance of tea lingering, and salivating in his mouth.

Absolutely in the world, if there is a beautiful woman, a small red clay stove, and a hand-cooked tea, it will definitely make people intoxicated and do not know the way back.

However, at this time, there is only the fragrance of tea in front of me, and there is no trace of the beauty.

Zhang Fan's eyes swept over the tea table, and his heart suddenly moved, and he stopped.

At this time, on the tea table, there are two fragrant teas, one is full of ground, and no one touches it, and the other on the opposite side is half drunk, and there are traces of drinking on the edge of the cup, and the faint fragrance of the woman's body is mixed in between, even if the tea fragrance is eternal, it cannot be concealed.

- Wan'er.

After so many years of getting along, others dare not say that Zhang Fan can still do it when he smells the fragrance and knows people.

On the side of the two fragrant teas, there is a small wooden plate, which is filled with a yellow-white nut, and even if it is hidden in the shell, the aroma still comes out.

If others were here, they would naturally not know why, but Zhang Fan understood it as soon as he thought about it, and sighed secretly in his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to see a beautiful woman dressed in white, kneeling lightly on the ground, first placing a fragrant tea on the opposite side of the tea table, and then pouring himself a lamp, even lonely and drinking tea.

This kind of action, done a thousand times, ten thousand times, may not be able to have a warm tea taste when the waiting person arrives, but she still does it.

As you can imagine, this is by no means the first time, and it will definitely not be the last.

Say after day, year after year, silently, without asking for anything in return, unwilling to tell, just want to have a sip of hot tea to drink when the lover comes.

Zhang Fan's heart suddenly felt panicked, and he silently walked to the tea table, picked up the warm and fragrant tea, and drank it all in one gulp, as if he didn't live up to something.

Put down the teacup, pick up a nut in your mouth, and the strong aroma will explode in your mouth.

Zhang Fan didn't know the name of this nut, but he was no stranger to this taste, and once upon a time, this thing was casually praised by him.

If it weren't for the familiar taste, he would have forgotten it himself, but someone has never forgotten it and prepared one for a long time.

"Alas~"

Unconsciously, this was the second time Zhang Fan had stepped into this place and sighed.

The dignified Donghua real people, fighting thousands of miles away, I don't know how many masters fell under their hands, and how many people looked up and couldn't see it, but in this short time, in front of ordinary things, sighed one after another.

"There is no more difficult thing to accept the grace of beauty than this. ”

Zhang Fan didn't say a word, he didn't know what he was thinking, but the two shape-shifting demons beside him couldn't bear the surname anymore.

Mo Ling was fine, standing on his shoulder, pecking at his hair, as if he could understand what he was thinking.

The wild cow is far behind, Shiwu is small, but his huge body is condensed into the size of a puppy, and he has nothing to do at Zhang Fan's feet, turning around twice, which is very boring.

After a long time, Zhang Fan let out a sigh of relief, and walked towards the door without caring about the two guys.

Subconsciously, he lightened his pace.

As soon as I went out, I saw the snow covered and a tree was red, and the long-lost scene of the Red Flower Valley jumped into view.

The fiery red flowers bloom and wither on the branches, born out of thin air, scattered with the wind, not touching the heaven and earth, and elegant, but also missing a little real vitality.

Under a flower tree that looks very different, a woman in white stands slim.

Dressed in white and snowy, the black hair is scattered on the fragrant shoulders, ethereal and elegant, as if it fits with the temperament of the valley and blends into one.

Occasionally, a wisp of breeze blew away, brushing away the messy hair on the forehead, revealing the purple orchid, which was quiet and beautiful.

In front of Wan'er, on the strange-shaped flower tree, only a small white flower still bloomed, and its companions had long since disappeared, leaving only a lonely branch, not even a leaf.

Anyone can see that this strange-shaped flower tree is dead, and that small flower may be its last essence of life.

It was still the wisp of breeze just now that plucked the branches, and it was so slightly trembling that the last little white flower also fell from the branches.

Light to the extreme, fluttering with the wind, a moment later, Fang to a person high.

Before it could continue to float down, a small white hand lifted up and took it in the palm of his hand.

First stood on tiptoe, raised his hand over the top, and then sighed faintly, holding the little white flower to Qiong's nose and sniffing gently, the whole movement was beautiful and leisurely, and it could be directly into the painting.

Zhang Fan, who was not far away, couldn't help but be stupid when he saw this scene.

Wan'er didn't know that the person who was thinking about it was behind her, and she seemed to be talking to herself, as if she was talking to the flowers, and the beautiful voice of the yellow warbler out of the valley came out:

"Flowers, flowers, why don't you thank you two days in the evening?"

"Wan'er has a hunch that my brother will come to see me soon. ”

The delicate voice, echoing in the valley, seemed to complain about the early withering of the little white flowers, so that her flower appreciation plan could not be realized, and the words were soft, as if regretting the withering of the white flowers.

As she spoke, Wan'er squatted down lightly, and her snow-white little hands gently flicked left and right on the snow.

The snow was swept away, and a crisp fragrance wafted in the air, like the fragrance of magnolia when it bloomed.

Crossing Wan'er's small shoulders, Zhang Fan clearly saw that there was a small bulge in front of her, which was almost indistinguishable in a snow-white.

The snow white that is piled up together is a few scattered petals, and the withered white flowers, even if they are separated from the branches, still do not change their fragrance.

As if it had been hurt by a small white flower, Wan'er gently put it in the pile of flowers and dotted it on the top.

The faint wind was whispering, stirring the little white flower trembling from side to side, as if it was still on the branches, beckoning its little hand towards the hollow valley orchid in front of it.

A faint sigh, a gentle flick, covered with snow, isolated from the dust.

Watching this scene quietly, Zhang Fan only felt that a soft place in his heart was touched fiercely, and for a while, he was reluctant to disturb this beauty.

Like a funeral flower, someone can make it poignant and bloody, with a sense of destruction, and someone can sing a sad tune, hurting themselves and making people cry.

Wan'er is different, she is unique, a little regretful, a little lost, seems to be regretful, without grievances, some just wait quietly.

I believe that in a moment, she will discover new novelties in this piece of blandness that she has watched for I don't know how many years, and then wait for Zhang Fan to come and watch it together.

You got up, and when you turned around, you already had a faint smile on your face, and she got out of the situation of burying flowers.

Immediately, a smile of surprise bloomed on the beautiful face.

"Ah~"

Before she knew it, she reached out to cover her mouth, as if she was afraid that she would scream and wake up from her dream.

"Wan'er. ”

"Brother, you're here. ”

In the crisp voice, with excitement, she put down her hand, and a smile of joy appeared on Wan'er's face.

Zhang Fan subconsciously took two steps forward, and with a swing of his sleeves, a snow-white flower decorated with red appeared in his hand and handed it to Wan'er.

"For you, do you like it?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and finally found the most suitable owner for the flower.

Compared with Mo Ling and Manniu's burning qin and boiled cranes, the surprise that flashed in Wan'er's beautiful big eyes was better than all the praise in the world.

"Hmm!"

Wan'er nodded sharply, a pair of small hands held the flowers tightly, and her delicate body snuggled up, as if she could use the warmth of his body to resist the wind and snow.

"Wan'er, do you want to enjoy the flowers with your brother?"

Zhang Fan took Wan'er to the flower tree and said softly.

When he spoke, unnoticed, a touch of pity flashed in his eyes, not for this flower tree whose life has passed, but for the lovely people around him.

"Brother, you're here a long time ago!"

Wan'er's face was dyed red, as if she was ashamed of what she had just seen.

"Hahaha~~"

Zhang Fan smiled heartily, and suddenly stretched out his finger, a little empty.

"Bang~"

The snow is agitated, scattered with the wind, and a touch of emerald green circulates on the flowers and trees.

Dead wood in spring, even if it is a dead wood that is thousands of years old, for Wan'er's wish, Zhang Fan will call it bloom, just like the little tree in front of him that has just withered the last flower.

Dyeing green, budding, long leaves, flowering.

The small white flowers are vying to bloom first, and the wisps of intoxicating fragrance are diffused in turn.

The wind rises, blowing down flowers like rain, blooming one by one, falling one by one, like the most beautiful flower rain, shrouded the two people under the tree, its beauty, is Danqing wonderful hand, can not put pen to paper, not like in the world, only in the sky.

Appreciating flowers and appreciating flowers, whether the flowers are as beautiful as people, or people are more delicate than flowers, in Wan'er's blooming smile, Zhang Fan was lost for a while and couldn't tell the difference.

After a long time, time completely lost its meaning, Zhang Fan and Wan'er snuggled and stood under the flower tree for a long time, as if they were going to be like this forever, forever.

When the flowers fell and the beautiful scenery ended, Wan'er turned around and smiled brightly:

"Brother, thank you for accompanying me to enjoy the flowers. ”

Not surprised by the dead wood in spring, not grateful for the new life of flowers and trees, not moved by a romantic and beautiful scene, only for the companionship.

At this moment, Wan'er looked satisfied and asked for nothing else.

When the words fell, she let go of Zhang Fan's hand for the first time since they met, as if she had returned to her girlhood, and ran towards the house with a jump.

The toes dotted on the ground like a colorful dance, as if they were afraid that one step of caution would trample on a layer of flowers and rain on the ground.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, as if he had unloaded the burden of a thousand pounds in his heart, followed closely behind, and stepped in.

(To be continued)