Thousands of years

Chapter 8
"Where's An Ji?" He Yanqing who returned home only saw An Jianing sitting at the table eating porridge, "Why are you alone at home?"

"The girl went out to relax." An Jianing said something casually, and Dang even felt the dissatisfied stare from his wife, so he hurriedly tried to make up for it, "Little kid, you have to give her some time to think about it."

Looking at her husband's guilty look, He Yanqing didn't bother to poke it out: "Hmph, I think it's because you didn't tell her well, you should have thought you were unreliable."

"You don't want to ask her to go out just because she just had a fever today. When she gets tired, it will be serious again!"

"Father and daughter, it's not easy to compete with each other, if An Ji is your daughter!"

"Yes, yes, my wife is right!"

"What else would you do besides fooling me?"

The stars send the moon to the moon, and the lights are lit on the way home. On the bench by the West Lake, one side is the West Lake twilight sprinkled with silver threads, and the other side is the noisy long street.

The blue-purple night has long replaced the last sunset glow, and the golden edge on the clouds has also fallen on the lake, turning into a half-discovered mirror, flowers and moon...

An Ji looked at the endless street lamps strung together with the stars in the sky, and his heart was still in a mess——Mother's worry was not unreasonable, but if he backed away, would he really be able to let go?
An Ji asked himself that even if he didn't have himself, there would always be someone who would fall in love with this thousand-year-old breeze and silk charm after being in contact with him, but if he gave up, he would not only let down the feelings that his uncles and aunts put on him, but also his own youth. .

The breeze by the lake can't dissipate the heat, and it keeps rolling the light dust and oily smoke from the street into people's nostrils.

The fragrance of lotus not far away is also secretly mixed with the summer wind that is flavored by the bustling and noisy city, intertwined with An Ji's current state of mind that is very chaotic, until the brilliance of the sun in the sky is covered by this noise, and it is impossible to awaken the drunkenness One of them.

"Girl, why don't you buy some lotus leaves, and cook lotus leaf porridge when you go home. It's the most suitable time to drink."

At some point, an old man selling lotus leaves came to An Ji's side, "You can talk to grandma if you have anything that you can't take care of, girl. The girl is not too old, so how can there be anything you can't take care of?"

Sensing the old man's kindness, An Ji smiled, and looked down at the lotus pod held in the old man's hand, "Grandma, how do you sell this lotus pod?"

"If the girl wants it, you can just give grandma ten yuan for this bunch, and grandma is enough for a round-trip fare." It was so late, and the old man also wanted to sell the last thing in his hand and go home early, "It's not time It's early, girl, go home earlier, it's time for grandma to go back too."

After scanning the QR code to pay, An Ji took the lotus pod from her grandma, and the moment she raised her head, her eyes were full of the foreground, the stars in the sky...

"Girl, wait." An Ji had already walked three to five meters away, and was stopped by the lotus seller, "This is for you."

Before An Ji could react, Grandma stuffed the lotus in An Ji's hand and left.

"Young girl wants to laugh." When An Ji came back to his senses, Grandma's voice sounded behind her, "If there is anything you can't decide, it's better to leave it to this lotus."

Holding the lotus pods and lotus flowers in his hands and returning home, An Ji leaned on the bed and began to count the lotus pods. He never thought that the scene where the heroine broke off the petals and read back to others in TV dramas could happen to her.

"Stay, give up, stay, give up, give up..."

When people are in a state of turmoil, it is impossible to concentrate on doing anything, An Ji just counted the lotus pods and fell asleep.

The lotus lay quietly by the side, as if it was accompanying this confused child, or maybe it was just quietly, quietly looking at the shore of the West Lake for a glimpse.

Thinking about how the ancestors from the Song Dynasty came all the way from the prosperous Kaifeng Mansion in the Northern Song Dynasty to this Lin'an City, which is full of Luoqi...

　①The lotus flower is inspired by the news: "The lotus flower of the Song Dynasty bloomed in Hangzhou thousands of years ago."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)