The spring rain continued, and it was several days, and the breeze blew the pine willow trees next to the small river in Red Leaf Town, and the inn in the deep alley was sold out by the yellow-faced girl at a cheaper price than when she bought it, and the five of them went out of the city in the early morning of the second day, smelling the rooster's crowing, Zhu Lingwan returned to her usual cold appearance, living in a simple place, the poor sour scholar took off his poor and sour dress, and he really had a bit of a gentleman's taste like jade, and the smirk on Tie Da Niu's face never faded, in the world of this stupid child, he only knew that Jing Nian was bigger than the sky。 The problem of the yellow-faced girl applying rouge powder has never changed, and even has a tendency to intensify, dragging Zhu Lingwan's hand, saying hello and seeing, and then beating around the bush What happened in the month when she and Fu Jingnian disappeared, and when the latter encountered this topic, he just smiled every time, and then fell silent.

A few people all the way to the north, non-stop, towns and cities passing by, even if the scenery on the road is full of flowers, there is always a moment of boredom, the words between several people with Chang'an closer, gradually less, was drowned in the thick sound of horses' hooves.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed without incident, and several people were no longer far away from Chang'an, and even the old farmers and children who walked by on the official road could vaguely hear some of the positive flavors that belonged to Chang'an.

The number of people rushing on the official road has gradually increased, and they are in groups of three or five, almost all of whom are lifting people who go to Chang'an to catch the exam. Most of them are children of rich families, either fat horses and light furs, or golden wheel floats, and there are many scholars and servants around them.

The wheels are rustling, and the hooves are sounding

Chang'an is getting closer and closer, and the yellow-faced girl gradually quiets down, always likes to lean against the car window, support her chin, and look at the fleeting light and shadow outside the window blankly, and her heart is inexplicably a little blocked.

The spring breeze blows gently, the warm sun covers the earth, the sky is as clear as a piece of blue paper, and a few thin white clouds, as if they have been sunburned by the sun, slowly float with the wind.

In this sunny weather, the gloom in people's hearts seems to dissipate a lot.

Zhu Lingwan was rarely interested, got out of the carriage, walked slowly on the official road, silently enjoying the sunshine, and the poor scholar who no longer looked poor smiled and gave her a nickname.

Lilac-like girl.

Fu Jingnian didn't get out of the carriage, he was still sitting in the seat where the groom was sitting, the black hat he was wearing on his head was pulled very low by him, and the yellow-faced girl came over and sat side by side with him.

"Young master, the weather is so nice today. The yellow-faced girl said.

"Well, they're all playing below, aren't you going?" Fu Jingnian buried his head, and the reins that he pulled all the way were a little peeling.

"Nope. The yellow-faced girl shook her head, and after a pause, she said again: "Young master, do you remember the first time we met fifteen years ago?"

The yellow-faced girl smiled calmly, and her expression recalled, "One is young, the other is ignorant." ”

Fu Jingnian raised his head and looked at her sun-covered side face, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

Yes, in the blink of an eye, fifteen years have passed, the years are quiet, the smile is safe, the crybaby who was snatched back from Chang'an by the sky and has a runny nose is now standing tall and has become a cardamom girl in the mood for love.

It is always like fine sand flowing through the fingertips, slipping quietly and inadvertently. The sorrows and sorrows of the past passed away gently under the sweep of the years, and the joy and laughter left behind are forever fresh in the depths of memory.

"yes, fifteen years. Fu Jingnian reached out and touched her head, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking into the distance, and muttered in his heart.

It's been fifteen years, little girl, I kidnapped you for fifteen years, and you can finally go home.

The yellow-faced girl leaned her head on Fu Jingnian's shoulder, the breeze blew her bangs, and she said softly: "Young master, there are only nine cities from Chang'an." ”

Fu Jingnian was stunned, his mind was clear, he naturally knew what she meant, and after sighing, he slowly closed his eyes.

The warm and bright sunlight hit the two young cheeks, and the shadows of the two were dragged for a long time... It's long...

There are a few butterflies with purple spots in the flowers, one moment fluttering in the air, the next time they raise their wings and land on the flowers, and it is impossible to tell whether the butterflies have become flowers and are adorned with branches, or whether the flowers have wings and fly.

A butterfly quietly landed on Zhu Lingwan's shoulder, her wings flapped quietly, she looked at the butterfly that had no intention of falling on her shoulder, and wanted to reach out to drive it away, but for some reason, her hand had just been raised, and she gently put it down.

She smiled suddenly.

Then she slowly squatted down like this, staring at the butterfly motionlessly, however, she may have moved too much, and the butterfly seemed to be frightened, opening its wings in a panic, rising and falling, coming and going, wearing flowers and willows, and going far away.

She glanced at the butterfly that flew away, and then turned her head to look at Fu Jingnian, who was sitting in the carriage with a very low hat.

Something, flown away, missed, gone away, and won't come back

"Young Master, do you remember the song we used to sing?" The yellow-faced girl raised her head from Fu Jingnian's chest and looked at his chin, the wide cloak not only covered his face, but also covered the sky of the yellow-faced girl.

"Well, I remember. ”

"Then will you sing it once now?"

"Uh, okay. Fu Jingnian pinched her nose helplessly, and her voice was low.

"Son, dressed in flowers,

Here every spring,

I asked the swallow why you came,

The swallow said, 'Spring is the most beautiful here. ”

The yellow-faced girl listened, quietly closed her eyes, and tears flowed from her eyes, and before the tears could fall, she reached out and wiped them away. ‘

Young master, the swallow is going home, and it will not come again in the spring in the future.

'Little girl, isn't the young master's singing very ugly?'" Fu Jingnian touched the yellow-faced girl's head and said with a smile.

The yellow-faced girl wiped her eyes with a smile, and said with a forced smile: "No, the young master sings very well." ”

"Really?" Fu Jingnian shook his head self-deprecatingly.

"Hmm. The corners of the yellow-faced girl's mouth curved and she stood up from Fu Jingnian's arms.

Stand on tiptoe, close your eyes, and kiss the sun.

ps: This week is the week that Hum has ever received the most tips, two 588 from Tiandao, one from 100, two from Song Ye, one from 100 at Xue Yemei, and one from 100 for mouse.

I'm really flattered, our "Humm" will have a Sanjiang potential push and Sanjiang reward for diligence next week, brothers, the time has come, the time to show the sword is coming.

Let's keep our heads open for a day, and then next week, let's run hard.