Watch as the carriage fades away until it disappears completely. Meng Han was still standing there motionless, and the sound of the pearl falling on the jade plate still clearly echoed in his ears, "My name is Qingqing." The green grass is green, remember to come to Qianji City to find me" Twelve-year-old Meng Han didn't understand why he cared so much about her, maybe this is what Mr. said about fate. The gentleman stood by and looked at him, and sighed, "Alas, I didn't expect him to encounter a heart catastrophe so early, I don't know if it's good or bad, fate, ethereal, love is a thread, and the old man was so confused back then." Mr. went up and patted Menghan's little head, "What do you feel in your heart, let's talk about it" "I don't know, I just saw Qingqing, and I had an urge to protect her." She is gone, feeling lost in her heart, sir, is this the so-called 'love'?" Meng Han raised his head and looked at Mr. with wide eyes and doubts. "Qingqing? is a beautiful name, whether this is 'love', the old man doesn't know, your 'love' is not my 'love', only you know. Okay, don't worry about it, why are you thinking so much about it, afraid that no one will marry you in the future?" Mr. smiled and knocked on Meng Han's little head. "Sir, what should I do if Menghan misses her in the future but can't see her?" Menghan's face turned red inexplicably after speaking.

The gentleman raised his head and looked into the distance, stroked his somewhat gray beard, and showed a look of remembrance, "Twenty years ago, there was a little girl who encountered the same confusion as you, do you know what she said?"

"What did she say?"

"She, she only recited a little poem,

Have you ever been like me

Sit quietly in the dark

See a thousand blind selves

Waiting for the warm dawn to bring the sound of people and the wind

I know you're not far from me

I can feel you

When your eyes pass through me

I know you're not far from me

I can feel you

When your sleeves swing slightly

I feel the wind

Have you ever been like me

Awake clearly in a dream

See a thousand silent selves

Waking is a deeper dream, and dreaming is a silent wake-up

I know you're not far from me

I can feel you

When your eyes pass through me

I know you're not far from me

I can tell it's you

When your breath is gently transmitted

I feel the wind."

A loving smile appeared on the gentleman's face, but then he didn't know what he thought, and the smile suddenly retracted, and his eyes had a cold glint. Menghan didn't notice that his mind was attracted by that poem, he seemed to see a very beautiful woman, in the silent night, looking at the starry sky at night, a thick longing came, she was sad, hesitant, shouting, suppressed emotions spread, not far away Hibiscus shed a few tears, wet the plantain. The ancient apes in the mountain forest felt it, and ran to the top of the mountain in unison, wailing loudly at the bright moon. Later, I didn't know what I thought, I cried for a smile and covered my mouth, but the laughter like a silver bell still came out, Xianglan also swayed and laughed in the breeze, an old fish kept beating on the water against the moonlight, and the rippling water waves woke up the sleeping dragon, and the dragon was also infected by this emotion, rushing out of the water and flying and rolling in the air. Menghan heard the woman's whisper, "I know you're not far from me."

Menghan was still immersed in this picture, and was suddenly awakened by Mr., "Let's go, it's almost noon, and I have to go to the town to purchase, it's too late" Mr. touched Menghan's little head lovingly. Along the way, Mr. regained the appearance of the fairy wind bones leisurely, Meng Han lowered his head and thought about the problem, and the two were speechless along the way, just like that, one old and one young, arrived in the town. When I arrived in the town, I first found a small stall and ate a little food to fill my stomach. Then they went around shopping, and by the afternoon the market had dispersed, and the town was not so lively. I bought some daily necessities, filled the basket on Menghan's back, and prepared to go back to the mountain.

When he was about to leave the town, he was greeted by an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, carrying a knife wrapped in cloth on his back, leaving only the scabbard outside. The gentleman nodded imperceptibly, and when he passed by, there was an extra letter in the hand behind the first hand, and the two fingers moved, and the letter disappeared inexplicably, and the time interval between them was very short, and no one noticed. Before nightfall, the two returned to the mountains. Menghan experienced many battles, blood, and love that he had never encountered before. I was tired for a while, and I went to bed early. In his sleep, he saw the woman again, and a sense of intimacy arose, and his mood relaxed and fell into a deep sleep. This time, he didn't notice that the text in his mind was different from before, a little more agile and less old-fashioned.

The old gentleman was in the room, with the letter in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, as if he had made a decision, he sighed, snuffed out the candle, and the roar below the cliff at the top of the mountain seemed to be tired, and it was unusually quiet. There is not a sound in the mountains tonight, not a ray of light

In a study room in Qianji City, a scholar and a man were talking about something, and then the scholar left, the man looked disappointed, and the city at night was destined to be a bloody storm. City Lord's Mansion, Su Yufei looked out the window, not knowing what to think, and her two big eyes were stunned.

The door of the room was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman walked in, looking at the girl beside the bed, showing a distressed look, and she didn't know what it was like. "Mother, you're here" Qingqing turned around. "Well, I know about you, this time it was your father's negligence that gave the enemy a chance, and you don't blame your father, he was also worried about death. "It turned out that the middle-aged woman was Qingqing's mother, the wife of the city lord of Qianji City, and the daughter of the Wang clan of the capital city. Looking at her daughter's haggard expression, I felt distressed again, and there were still a lot of words I couldn't say. "My daughter is fine, let my mother worry about it, my father is the lord of a city, and I have every opportunity, so I must not worry about such a trivial matter as my daughter" Qingqing comforted. "I and your father know about you, this is still a trivial matter? This time thanks to that young man, otherwise, alas, if you really like him, write a letter to your grandfather in two years for your mother to make decisions for you, see if your father dares to stop it, what is good about that son of the high family in the city, he is idle all day long. Do you have to sacrifice your daughter's happiness for the sake of profit" Looking at the daughter who has grown up, has just opened her love, and has lost her soul, the middle-aged woman is also getting angrier and angrier the more she talks, and she transfers her complaints about Menghan to the son of the Gao family. "Hmm" Qingqing listened, blushing and lowering her head.

"You go to bed early, don't break your body," the middle-aged woman said and shook her head and walked out. "Well, mother, go slowly" Qingqing sent her mother away, washed up and slept on the bed, thinking that Menghan had the same big eyes as herself, and there was a hint of flushing on her fair skin