It was almost dusk and the sun was setting in the west. The carriage stopped outside a pale yellow courtyard wall. Youmeng got out of the car and walked to the door. The answer she was pursuing was close to her. Suddenly, she was timid and stopped and could only look up and sigh.

Deep in the rays of the sunset, there are only dead branches on the walls, and no plum blossoms are seen.

The sound of piano floats out in the courtyard, the rise and fall of the beginning and the turn of the song has been tactfully touched by half the poem

The water is not so passionate, but the golden tent is warm and the jade hall is deep, but the sound is so dark.

Youmeng held his breath and his mind was condensed, and his heart was moved with it: it was that Moshan River!

I once sent lyrics with flower papers, but he was caught between the pages of the book. How could she not recognize this song?

God is exiled to the world and temporarily falls into the world. The color is still pity...

The silk string was originally a cool thing, but it was still warm under the man's finger. She stopped outside the threshold and listened, as if the sound of the piano had dispersed her heart and soul. Only the Gong Shang's ups and downs were heard in her ears, like a faint cry of sadness, and she pulled her heart and tenderly.

Who can tell me about the ice heart? But the plum blossoms, the bright moon, the white clouds, the cold weather is better.

The sound of the piano stopped, as if a gust of wind blew the door slowly opened. Before the piano player could predict it, he raised his eyes to face the open courtyard gate, and a beautiful shadow stood in front of the courtyard. This scene seemed familiar

On that rainy day in February, she also appeared unexpectedly, with her red skirt as bright as the sunset.

She was not in a hurry to walk in, but looked at him affectionately, as if the reunion after many years was separated, mixed with a hint of relief, but she couldn't help but burst into tears. In her eyes, he was like a river of mist and rain...

"I know it's difficult, but I will still go to him and I haven't told him some things." In the afternoon, she expressed her determination to her father before leaving.

My father was silent for a while, and did not rush to persuade her, but only looked at her eyes with great sincerity: "Youmeng, do you still remember when your father told you the story of spider searching for dew when he was a child?"

She thought deeply for a while: "My son remember."

It was in her childhood when she was ignorant of the world. She rarely saw a spider under the eaves of the temple. She was spinning silk and knotting webs. She pointed to the spider web and asked her why. The father hugged her on her knees and told her a story about a spider: a spider had a web that dwelled on her own. One day, the breeze blew a drop of dew on the net, which was crystal clear. The spider was happy to see it, and the dew was blown away by the wind, which was beyond touch.

"Youmeng, there are so many dew in the world that it is a fate of dew. If you can't find it, don't look for it anymore." My father was so secretive, "If it is blown away by the breeze, it is the original intention of dew. If it can't be found, it is just that he doesn't want to come back."

She seemed to have fully understood what her father meant and took a deep breath. "I remember, thank you for your father's enlightenment." She knelt down and said goodbye, "But there are some things that even the father can't help me. My son always has to learn to face, end it, and give herself a reason to let go."

It was her courage to finally convince her father and make him point out the majestic dragon head with her courage.

At this moment, she stared at the man sitting with the piano in front of her. Compared to Mei Lin’s first meeting, he was still fairy-looking, with a cold look that seemed to be the same as the other world, and was overwhelming between the world.

She still remembers that when she first came to the plum garden, he was in the same position there when the plum blossoms were blooming early, sitting at the entrance of the terrace under the eaves, with his bare hands and rolling up his sleeves to make sake. He also looked at her with such a shocked look.

"Sorry, Meilang, I always break in so inappropriately and don't discuss it with you, which makes you hate it, but this is my choice, even if you will never see me again in your life."

She walked towards him step by step along the deserted bluestone path where the plum blossoms fell.

His cold eyes must be as quiet as the deep sea, otherwise how could he hide it? His heart was turbulent.

She approached like a quiet memory, and when she came, the setting sun was everywhere and the south wind was slightly cool.

Mu Lifeng waited in Luli Hall for more than an hour, but no one came. He looked at the sky outside the window and couldn't help but ask the owner of the restaurant beside him who added tea to him: "Are you sure that Mr. Nan Ke had made an appointment with him today?"

The owner was also quite embarrassed: "It's true today, but why didn't he come... Maybe something was delayed."

Li Feng calmed down: "It is a gentleman's way to believing in words and believers. I will wait a little longer, I hope he will not let the promise."
Chapter completed!