Such a story written on a whim, I think it shouldn't fit into the main line of the text. It can be understood as a separate chapter, but this background setting - can it be considered an early spoiler...... Don't talk nonsense, the above —— is slightly abused, be cautious... ）

West Wind Trick

One

At night in Zhilan Garden, the west wind is strong. A low piano song hovers in the air, I don't know where it starts and where it ends: the faint geese are singing sadly, the west wind is whimpering, the pretty woman is gray-haired, and the ancient strong man is returning to Ye? This folk song often rings in the night sky on the south bank, and has a sad name: West Wind Jue.

Splashes of fireworks burst into the night sky. The brilliance of the fireworks could not shine into the backyard, which was only twenty paces deep. It seems that even the heavens have forgotten this corner. The fragrance of the courtyard opened up on its own. The ground is full of plants of different seasons. Leaning against the root of the wall, hundreds of potted plants of 100 varieties are piled up on high and low flower stands, with four or five layers, like a flower wall. Even on the windowsill there are a few pots of unnamed flowers, which occasionally light up in the unobtrusive corners and add a lot of life to the room. The courtyard is decorated with different colors and aromas at any given time.

The attic window is ajar, revealing a gray-white face. It was a woman who was holding her cheeks and watching the fireworks, but the fireworks came and went in a hurry, and when they withered, there was no trace, and before they could see the whole picture, the sky was covered with darkness again. A few clouds of smoke drifted by, obscuring the bright moon. There is a rare bookish atmosphere in the plain makeup. The eyes are not big, but the shy and half-closed appearance with a slight grievance makes people feel pity. Not sharp, not wise, not to mention amazing, but there is a warm and unchanging corner of the mouth. She is in the depths of the most prestigious courtyard on the south bank, has nothing to do with the rivers and lakes, has no quarrel with the world, and lives a light life like water.

Veran has always thought that her fate is like this lonely garden full of flowers and plants. How many beauties envy her for marrying Chu Gongzi, the first mercantile man on the south bank, in fact, no one knows, she is in this empty garden, night after night, listening to the song "West Wind Jue" that came from nowhere, looking through the autumn water, only looking forward to another dawn.

Chu Tao, the axis of the rivers and lakes on the south bank, swept away with a dragon and dark sword, sweeping away the universe, but it accumulated a lot of blood in the courtyard of the Chu family, and also froze his heart into a lonely height that no one could solve. Who is the opponent of the heroes of the world? The people in the rivers and lakes are silent, and even she has never understood. I have become accustomed to silently watching him come and go in the crowd, in a hurry, without dialogue, and even in a hurry that he does not even stop looking. He didn't come here often, and even when he did, he always sat in the corner without saying a word, played a favorite tune, tilted his head, his fingers tumbling between the strings, and before he knew it, he was drunk with the sound of his own piano, and forgot about his surroundings. Maybe you will stand in the courtyard with your hands behind your back, quietly facing the wind, watching the flowers and leaves fall. Or they will close their eyes and pillow the scroll, lie in the rocking chair, have a light cup of tea in their hands, and the moonlight reflects the pale face, becoming more and more haggard. His all-encompassing elegance of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she was even more puzzled. But in front of everyone, he laughed enthusiastically and laughed insolently. Hanging out with some of the five big and three rough subordinates all day long, no one actually felt out of tune. Chu Tao's murderous iron fist is famous all over the world with his elegance and tenderness, but in Zhilan Garden, only a light wind remains.

Wei Lan sighed silently, it was impossible for her to turn herself into Leng Fengyi.

The people in the rivers and lakes said: Chu Tao's only confidant is Leng Fengyi, and there is only Leng Fengyi in the world who can be matched.

Vilan vividly remembers the relationship between the New Year's Eve Lantern Market many years ago. The lantern inscription poem, the plum pile on the sword, the glory was all preempted by the Jiangbei woman, and the rivers and lakes on the south bank were shaken. In the depths of the noisy restaurant, through the gauze curtain, I vaguely saw Leng Fengyi, who was shocked, spoke softly and softly, with a beautiful temperament. Chu Tao on the other side was full of affectionate smiles, the strings were at his fingertips, the sound came out from his heart, and his eyes seemed to be condensed so that he could no longer dissolve. Compared with appearance, talent, and family background, where does Leng Fengyi have an opponent? In the light market that night, Wei Lan was intoxicated with Chu Tao's piano, and Chu Tao was intoxicated with Feng Yi's talent.

This made her infinitely jealous and hateful, and infinitely sad—did he know that she was the daughter of a long-cherished enemy in Jiangbei after all? What was the deep river between Leng Fengyi and him? It was clearly a river of heroic blood that had been surging for thousands of years! Maybe he knew, but it was just that the love was deep, and it was out of control. Why don't you laugh at yourself? Leng Fengyi really left. Not long after, her father actually received a dowry from the Chu family. Her family was overjoyed, and her brows were locked ever since. The moment she took over the Chu family's marriage contract, she was like stepping into a grave that was about to bury her youth-Does Leng Fengyi really understand Chu Tao? In the west wind, she had tears in her eyes: If Fengyi understood Chu Tao, why did she choose to leave?

But she still entered the Chu family and lived in Zhilan Garden, with these flowers and plants as her companions. Vilangan was in a mood. How many people are so lucky to be able to spend this life with the person they have admired for a long time? She has nothing else to ask for, just to accompany Chu Tao, calmly and quietly, and engrave her life in the place where he lives. He can remember it or forget it. Just want to feel him.

So she stubbornly waited in front of the window, watching the fireworks and listening to a song of "West Wind Jue".