I promise

Chapter 907
Mu Dian didn't care whether Fang Xiangao was happy or not, and turned around to ask, "Fang Xian, do you think we two are friends?"

Fang Xian rolled his eyes to the sky, "What do you think?"

A friend who makes people angry?
"Definitely not." Mu Dianke replied, "There were grievances in the past, so maybe there will be new ones in the future. But—"

She turned pale, and said sincerely and sincerely, "I think I regard you as half a friend in my heart, after Chuzhou. Because you are worthy of respect."

This must be bewitched, Fang Xian thought to himself.I didn't say anything.

Mu Dianke turned his head and watched the peach blossoms falling into the water beach in the distance, then changed the subject again, with a faint tone,

"I also had a period of time when I felt that I was carrying a heavy burden, and every step I took was very hard. There was no expectation, and I didn't think that something good would happen one day. I just lived like this, Like stagnant water, there are no waves. No one can please you, and naturally no one can break your heart..."

Fang Xian was impatient at first.According to his past experience, once Mu Dianke started to babble, he would definitely be tricked.

Just heard it and then fell silent.

Because of Le Shu and Fang Yuan, because of the shock that Rong Yi did behind his back, and because of the burden that his family had to shoulder, he has indeed lived as Mu Dianke said.

"It's been a long time since you were angry like today?" Mu Dianke said, "You're still so young."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fang Xian frowned, "The preface doesn't match the postscript!"

Mu Dian laughed, "I knew you were stupid, and I didn't expect you to understand."

She held out her hand.

Fang Xian took a small step back vigilantly, stared and said, "What are you doing?"

"Give me a hand." Mu Dian said concisely, "Sword!"

Mu Dian looked disgusted, and Fang Xian was even more disgusted than her. He reluctantly untied his saber, stretched it out and lifted it up.

Mu Dianke jumped off the big bluestone with the scabbard on his sword, and landed lightly on the wet grass, "You have such a temper, I don't know any girl who can stand you!"

She suddenly showed her face, and smiled very maliciously, "All living beings are suffering, so just show it, you go and become a monk."

Fang Xian drew his sword.

It's a pity that Mu Dian stood still and didn't even shake it, "Too childish!"

***
Don't talk outside the account.

"When I was young, I loved to talk about my sorrows, thinking that things did not go my way, and people were hard to stay with, which was the saddest thing in the world. Only now do I realize that life has to be separated, which is already a great blessing."

Rong Qian'er smiled and raised his hand, "I wish you peace and joy for the rest of your life, and keep the mind of Jiyue mountains and rivers forever, broad and clear, and sincere as ever."

Chang Qianfo cupped his hands, "I also wish that Miss Rong will live in Chang'an, with a long-term wish and a fulfilling wish."

Rong Qian'er smiled gracefully, and the farewell was imminent, but there was a tinge of hurt in his smile.

When she first fell in love, she fell in love with a young man who was as warm as the sun in early winter. Unfortunately, before she could express her love, she was chosen by fate and destined to go far away with a mission.

I also wanted to ask, if he didn't have the experience of going abroad and returning to his hometown, and the embarrassing status of being a widow before marriage, would he choose her?

At first because of reserve.

Later, there is no need to ask.

He brought that woman with him through the wind and rain, spread rumors, offended the imperial court, and stirred up trouble in the world. Which one is not more expensive than the price Fang Rong paid for the marriage?

After all, it's just because she's not that person.

Save some decency then.

***
Mu Dianke lay on Changqian Buddha's back, held a peach blossom in his hand, brought it up to his nose and sniffed it, and frowned.

"I've always thought the smell of peach blossoms is stinky, but in the poem it's written that it 'touches the clothes and warms the clothes'. I don't know what kind of method it is?"

Chang Qianfo smiled, "Perhaps the tree species are different. It may also be that each flower is in each eye, and the fragrance and smell of each person are different. Don't you hear that someone chant 'Xiang Xue Nan Hua Bai Shui Sheng', that is true It's puzzling."

Mu Dian had never heard this sentence before, so he said in surprise, "Does anyone really feel the smell of heather?"

She blushed suddenly, and because she was on Chang Qianfo's back, she couldn't hide her whole face, so she turned half of her face to his shoulder, and covered the other half with a peach branch.

Fenmian and peach red complement each other, which is ashamed.

——Since she became a woman, she often has some bad and humane thoughts, which make herself embarrassed and ashamed.

Chang Qianfo didn't know what happened yet, only listening to her talking behind her back, there was no movement, and he realized after reacting.

Couldn't stop laughing.

Although he didn't mean it, he felt that this accidental little love was not bad, "I think Madam usually...isn't that unpleasant."

Mu Dianke wrapped his arms around Chang Qianfo and hit him on the mouth with a peach branch.

He continued, "I think the fragrance of peaches and plums, and the fragrance of osmanthus are not as fragrant as my wife..."

Mu Dianke covered his face first, then his mouth, and said out of breath, "Go on! You go on!"

The peach blossom on the hand is half bald, but the peach blossom on the face is really beautiful and shining.

Halfway down it began to rain.

Mu Dianke opened the ink-ink oil-paper umbrella to cover the heads of the two of them, but he purposely didn't hold it properly, swaying to and fro, and quoted Chang Qianfo to talk about her, so she pushed back with a smile.

Suddenly, a picture flashed in my mind.

In my memory, there was such a rainy day when she was on someone's back, refusing to hold an umbrella properly, but using her toes to catch the falling raindrops.

She hesitated for a moment, then raised her toes tentatively.

"Don't make trouble." Chang Qianfo was keenly aware of it, and smiled, "It's cold in spring, and it's uncomfortable to wet your shoes."

Mu Dianke's eyes immediately became wet.

The oil-paper umbrella drenched in ink seemed to be unsteady in her hand, still shaking and shaking, overlapping with the pictures in the old memory.

In the end, the background color of those old paintings became lighter and lighter, and they were completely covered, and they could no longer be seen.Those laughs also disappeared.

She stretched her neck and tapped Chang Qianfo's cheek.

Chang Qianfo smiled, "A lot of people are watching on the street."

These words are teasing her.

He used to be open-minded, but Mu Dianke was thin-skinned, going out hand in hand, even meeting acquaintances would be awkward.When he kissed her, she looked around and listened to all directions, like a thief.

"No matter." She put her arms around his neck, her voice soft, like a spoiled little girl, "Qianfo, I think this is very good. You are here, I know you won't go—Actually, I still She is a pretty good girl, right? She deserves to be never abandoned by a lover, and to be cherished for the rest of her life..."

"There is an afterlife."

***
On the ancient road stretching far into the sky, the red send-off team is heading north.

From time to time, the spring breeze rolls into the curtain, bringing with it rain.

The rain like today is rarely seen once; today's people will never see it again.

Rong Qian'er spread out the dowry box, carefully filled up the makeup on his face, and spread another layer of rouge.

Women are those who please themselves.However, for thousands of years, no book has taught women in this world that the person who pleases them the most should be themselves.

"Ah Xian." She lifted the curtain and called.

Fang Xian rode over and said, "What's the matter? I walked too fast, is the car bumpy?"

Rong Qianer smiled, "Ah Xian, you never asked me if the car was bumpy all the way."

Fang Xian was stunned for a moment, "I thought you were in a hurry to get to Luoyang, and you didn't think it was too crazy."

"But it's different to ask or not to ask." Rong Qian'er said, "I have never had a chance to talk. I went back to play with sister Qingyan, and heard my aunt scolding Le Shu, telling her not to entangle her with trivial matters that are not easy to talk about. A man's heart is not as careful as a woman's when it comes to important matters, let alone a rough soldier in the army. I think Le Shu must have made a mistake, but she also felt a little disappointed."

Fang Xian pursed his lips, his expression was silent, but calm.

Unlike before, mentioning that name was like stepping on his tail.

"Ah Xian seems to be in a good mood today, and he can hold an umbrella for others." Rong Qian'er smiled, "I said goodbye just now, Mr. Chang wished me the best wishes, I'm afraid it's... I can only do my best, Brother Xian, but I hope you are well. You can be well too."

Fang Xian nodded.

He stretched out his hand and touched Rong Qian'er's head, the temples were covered with emerald jewels, gorgeous and cold, piercing his hands.

Fang Xian's eyes were red, but he suppressed a smile, "Go to sleep for a while, there is still a long way to go to the next station."

Rong Qian'er nodded, stuck out his tongue at him mischievously, and retracted his head.

Fang Xian beat his horse and walked forward, his tears were gradually stopped by the rain, and his heavy heart eased a little.Suddenly, Mu Dianke's voice suddenly jumped out of his ear - "All living beings are suffering, so just Fang Xian, you go and become a monk."

That's what it meant.

(End of this chapter)