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Two days later, Wen Jing felt that she had almost recovered, so she went to Fengdu in her free time.

I don't know if it's because I haven't been back to Fengdu for many days, and when I came back, I suddenly felt a little strange.

He walked around to the tenth hall with ease, walked along the vermilion lacquer wall outside the courtyard to the backyard, and saw the roses covering half of the wall.

Not seen for many days, the rose grows more and more gorgeous.

Wen Jing jumped up with a light tap of her toes and sat on the wall.

Feng Yi, who had just walked into the backyard, was so startled by a person sitting on the wall that he almost sprained his feet.

And Wen Jing was so frightened by his sudden appearance that he almost fell off the wall.

"Your Highness the Eleventh... No, Immortal Wen Jing, what are you?"

"It doesn't matter, you can shout whatever you are used to." Wen Jing didn't care about this, he asked, "Where is your Highness? Isn't it there?"

"His Highness went to the world to collect his soul, and he hasn't come back yet."

Wen Jing narrowed her eyes slightly, "Oh..."

"Is His Royal Highness the Eleventh important?"

"No, go get busy."

"Yes."

Wen Jing stretched out her fingers to touch the rose in her hand, and looked up at the thin cloud sky in the distance.

It's almost sunset, just wait for him.

Like many times before, he saw Jiang Weiyan at sunset.

Jiang Weiyan was also the same as before, watching his rose being taken away by him under the beautiful sunset.

"Pick off the one on the other side." Jiang Weiyan raised his hand and pointed, "That one looks better."

Wen Jing leaned forward a little, compared the rose in her hand with the one on the vine, stretched out her hand and folded the rose.

He sat on the wall and didn't come down, watching Jiang Weiyan walk in front of him, and threw him the rose that he picked for the first time, "I'm finally back, in order to wait for you to come back, I haven't picked this rose for a long time. "

Jiang Weiyan stared at him with piercing eyes, "Why don't you pick it off until I come back?"

"I..." Wen Jing was speechless for a moment.

why?

If he was just greedy for the flowers in Jiang Weiyan's courtyard, he would have scooped up all the flowers in this courtyard long ago.

How could he see himself lying on the wall like a thief picking his flowers every time.

It was just a reason to see him.

Wen Jing saw bell flowers planted in a small field in the courtyard, "Then why do you like to pick my bell flowers in my yard?"

"Because I always want to see you."

"Ok?"

Jiang Weiyan raised his head slightly, and said with a smile: "I can see you when picking one, and after picking it, you will come to my yard to pick one back, and I can see you again."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Jiang Weiyan's face, his pupils were dyed amber, bright when looking at him.

It was very similar to the way he looked at himself on Yunpei Peak.

Wen Jing looked at him and couldn't help lowering her head and smiling.

What, so cute.

"eleven."

"Ok?"

"Why don't you come down?"

Wen Jing raised her eyebrows and jumped off the wall, "Come down now."

Jiang Weiyan pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly, and said softly, "I finally got you."

"You just came to find me."

"I've been waiting for a long time, I don't know when I can see you."

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"Do you know what kind of hard life I've been through?"

Jiang Weiyan "accused" pitifully.

Wen Jing couldn't see his expression, but she could imagine how wronged he was by hearing his voice.

He chuckled and said, "What's wrong? Miss me?"

"I miss you so much."

"Just me?"

Jiang Weiyan let go of him, lowered his head and kissed him on the lips, "I only want you."

Wen Jing looked at him quietly for a while, and the sourness hidden in her heart welled up in her heart.

Why is he not like this.

He raised his arms around Jiang Weiyan's neck and pressed down, closed his eyes and kissed him.

"Me too."

我 很想 你.

I am not satisfied with your voice in my head, not with your portrait, not with the white pear in the yard, not with those things related to you.

I want to see you, I want to hold you, I want to really feel your presence.

Even if we look at each other silently and sit in silence, I feel happy in my heart.

After seeing a gentleman, Yunhu was not happy.

***

Xianjun Wen Jing is always busy, and the documents to be processed every day almost occupy his desk.However, Xianjun doesn't like to postpone things until later, so even if it is not in a hurry, he will deal with it as soon as possible.

As a result, there is not much free time.

The result is that someone has a big opinion.

For example, today, when Wen Jing picked up the pen, the inkstone was taken away by a thin and strong hand before the tip of the pen touched the ink.

Wen Jing stopped in mid-air persistently with her pen.

He looked up, "Put it down."

"I don't." Jiang Weiyan even took the inkstone a little further away.

Wen Jing put down her pen and said softly, "What's your temper?"

"Five days, five whole days, I haven't even seen you." Jiang Weiyan felt very aggrieved, "Now I'm going to be called out for losing my temper."

When Jiang Weiyan is busy, Wen Jing is also busy, and when Jiang Weiyan is not busy, Wen Jing is still busy.

Wen Jing: "..."

"Sorry, my fault."

"Did you say that the vernal equinox is reserved for me, have you forgotten?"

"...how could it be." Wen Jing smiled, and silently closed the document she had just opened.

He seemed really busy and forgot...

"The ink is running down your hands, let it go."

Jiang Weiyan was finally willing to put down the inkstone.

Wen Jing got up, walked around to him and took his hand, leaned in and kissed him, tilted her head and said, "Don't be angry, the pear blossoms in my yard bloom best at this time, you can watch with me."

Jiang Weiyan was very coaxing, "Okay."

There is a tea pavilion beside the white pear tree, where Wen Jing used to cook wine and tea here.In your free time, you can spend a day leisurely sitting from the morning of the light gauze and mist to the willow shoots on the moon, or playing the piano or painting.

Bamboo pots introduce gurgling spring water, and the Emei snow buds in the purple sand pot are slightly boiled in the green sandalwood stove, and the tender green tea soup is poured into the purple jade tea cup, which is fragrant and fragrant.

Wen Jing pushed the teacup in front of Jiang Weiyan, "Try it."

Jiang Weiyan smelled the tea's familiar aroma, took a sip, and looked up at Wen Jing, "This is the tea you drink most often in the mortal world."

"Well. I was lucky enough to drink in Yunsui before, and I often asked people to go to Yunsui to find it for me."

He prefers the taste of new tea, and the fragrance of old tea is weak, a bit less elegant and light.At that time, he had already entrusted someone to go to Yunsui, and he would be able to drink freshly made tea in a day or two.

That day when he made tea and waited for Jiang Weiyan to come back, the warm spring breeze made him feel lazy.He was thinking of the pear blossoms in the courtyard, and asked Feng Zhi to move Qin from the room to the tree.

He hadn't had such a free spring day for a long time.

That day he waited until Jiang Weiyan, heard Hua Xuyin, and coaxed him.

Only that cup of tea, no one drank it in the end.

Wen Jing played with the teacup, narrowed her eyes and whispered, "I thought I could drink the newly picked snow buds that year."

"Ecalyptus."

"Ok?"

Jiang Weiyan knew what he was thinking, "In the future, you will always be able to drink freshly picked tea and see white pears blooming in the best season, and there will be many, many spring days where you can sneak away."

Not only spring, but also Huaixia, Jiuqiu, and midwinter, no matter how the four seasons rotate, Jiang Weiyan hopes that every day of his life will be a different "spring".

Some petals were blown into the pavilion, Wen Jing turned her head and saw the petals spinning all over the sky, "The wind is blowing."

Jiang Weiyan stretched out his hand to catch a few petals, and rubbed them between his fingers, "The first time I saw this tree, I asked Si Ming a question, but he didn't know it very well."

Wen Jing looked at him and asked with a smile, "What did you ask?"

"Why is this flower white and red-stalked?"

Wen Jing paused as she prepared to serve tea, and took a sip a few seconds later, her lips touched the petals falling on the surface of the tea.

He drank the flower petals and tea together, put down the empty cup, and made a little noise.

"Why..." Wen Jing muttered, looking at the pear tree in a daze, "Once in the mortal world, a young man gave me a pear blossom. It was like this when I got it, white flower and red stem."

Once upon a time, in the mortal world, in a youth...

Jiang Weiyan was a little unhappy to hear it, "Oh..."

The tea fragrance wafting from the purple clay pot can't hide the sour smell of the pavilions.

Wen Jing turned her head to look at him, supported her chin with one hand, tapped the fingers of her right hand back and forth on the table, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitched upwards.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Weiyan didn't know why, "I sent you a flower, then what?"

"Don't say it."

"why?"

Wen Jing laughed, "What else are you talking about? My Wuqi Pavilion should be changed to 'Vinegar Pavilion'."

"..." Jiang Weiyan insisted, "I'm not jealous."

Wen Jing pouted.

Okay, let's find a way out, then he will continue talking.

"At that time, I was traveling in the mortal world, and I met a young man. He was on the verge of death, and he was holding a flower in his hand, so he gave it to me." Wen Jing paused, swallowing some words back , "There is no more."

"Is that so..." Jiang Weiyan asked, "Is this tree planted for him?"

Wen Jing thought for a while, and answered, "Yes and no."

"Forget it, don't ask." Jiang Weiyan still felt stuck, and brought a purple sand pot to add a cup of tea for himself and Wen Jing, "Drink tea and enjoy the flowers."

Wen Jing suddenly asked: "Do you still remember what happened before you entered Fengdu?"

"I don't remember it for a long time." At the beginning, I could still remember it, but as time goes by, Feng will force people to forget everything in their lifetime, just like when Wen Jing was in Fengdu.

Wen Jing: "I remember."

Wen Jing knows a little about those old things that Jiang Weiyan has forgotten.

Jiang Weiyan, who has not yet entered Fengdu, was born in a famous family, and has never suffered much since childhood.

Gold is precious and jade is precious, everyone envies.

However, once there was a sudden change, he ended up with the end of killing everyone.

That year, Jiang did not say anything.

These are what His Highness Fengdu Second Highness told him before the catastrophe.

If possible, he hopes that Jiang Weiyan will only remember his short but pleasant life.

He helped him remember the rest of the pain.

Wen Jing felt that she hadn't done anything else all day and was only caring about coaxing people.He said, "You gave me the flowers, and you planted this tree."

Jiang Weiyan hadn't reacted yet, "What?"

"The boy I met was you."

Jiang Weiyan froze in place, he couldn't remember.

It turned out that he had seen him a long time ago.

"Why was I on the verge of death?"

Wen Jing was silent for a moment, then changed the phrase, "...I'm sick."

Jiang Weiyan narrowed his eyes, "Is that so..."

Wen Jing said softly: "You just need to remember that your first life is a complete life of bells, drums, jade, fresh clothes and angry horses."

"is it?"

"I kid you not."

Jiang Weiyan got up and walked out of the tea pavilion, turned his back to Wen Jing, and looked up at the pear tree in front of him, trying to find a little familiar feeling and a little bit of memory.

Wen Jing looked at his back feeling dazed, he had seen his back in many places.

Because Jiang Weiyan died in vain after only living 18 years.

Wen Jing created a big dream for him in the world by taking advantage of the catastrophe.

Let him be free from disease and disaster in this life, and live a long life.

Jiang Weiyan thought that the first meeting was Wen Jing's intention.

Wen Jing turned Bianjing into her own bureau after her robbery period ended.In order to make Jiang Weiyan think that he is still alive, and make Jiang Weiyan believe that his death is just a dream.

He had violated the regulations of the heavens and condensed the situation without authorization, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted, so he fell into a deep sleep for many years.When he woke up again, Jiang Weiyan and Bianjing were still in the bureau he wanted to see.

But what he didn't know was that within a few hours after he had settled down, Jiang Weiyan knew everything was fake.

Jiang Weiyan got out of his game.

Only Wen Jing herself was trapped in the dream and couldn't extricate herself.

It was Wen Jing who had a Hua Xu dream.

He suddenly couldn't tell whether it was real or a dream he hadn't come out of.

The pear petals lingered in the wind, passing a piece that went straight to Wen Jing's eyes.

Wen Jing closed her eyes subconsciously, and the petals gently brushed her eyelids.

it is true.

Everything is true right now.

His dream has long been ended by his own hands.

Wen Jing opened her eyes, twisted up the petals on the table and put them in her palm.

"Jiang Weiyan."

"Huh?" Jiang Weiyan turned around.

Wen Jing threw out all the white pear petals in his hand when he turned around.

However, the petals that were supposed to fall on Jiang Weiyan's body were blown back by the headwind, spreading all over her body.

Wen Jing: "..."

Jiang Weiyan saw the most exciting scene in Chunri.

Spring breeze, petals, and...

his lover.

"Ecalyptus." Jiang Weiyan walked towards him.

"what?"

"I don't remember those things, and I don't remember seeing you a long time ago. I don't know what I said to you at that time, and how could I only send you a flower."

Jiang Weiyan squatted down, touched Wen Jing's face with one knee, raised his hand to caress Wen Jing's face, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his thumb, "But if I can do it all over again..."

"I'll pick off a branch of pear blossom to see you."

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