Shaojun riding the sea

The girl gritted her teeth, as if she and Zhong Lixian had a sworn feud, but Feng Shaorong suddenly asked:

"Miss Awan, do you really have no affection for the island owner and don't want to marry him at all?"

The golden feather coat was stunned, Feng Shaorong was inexplicably guilty, and hurriedly said: "Don't get me wrong, Miss Awan, I don't want to inquire about your past, but Fenglou also has a rule, every wedding dress made It must be carried with good affection, not tainted with resentment, I just accepted a business, and I am not here to be a lobbyist for anyone, let alone smash the signboard of Fenglou, what do you think?"

Maybe Feng Shaorong's gaze was too sincere, or maybe it was because the things on his heart were too heavy, that beautiful face that was still full of anger a moment ago suddenly became sad, and the long eyelashes trembled. Looking at Feng Shaorong's face, tears fell silently.

"I, I want to marry him. I have lived and died with him. I have experienced many things. I have made a mutual promise with him for the rest of my life. I will never marry anyone but him, but, but I just... can't marry him."

When she said this, A Wan's heart must have been very painful, because she suddenly covered her chest, and the pain made cold sweat drip on her forehead, and it took a long time to recover.

After that, Feng Shaorong rarely mentioned Zhong Lixian in front of A Wan, because her heart...would be in unbearable pain.

After finding out her heart, Feng Shaorong also felt a little lost, if A Wan didn't love Zhong Lixian, then he would save her no matter what, but Zhong Lixian was the only one in her heart.

The most painful thing in the world is to be tempted too early and come too late, and I only hate meeting at the wrong time.

Feng Shaorong's heart was full of twists and turns, but he was a complete gentleman. He hid everything in his heart, and he didn't take a step further. He also told Zhong Lixian about A Wan's sincerity. Zhong Lixian couldn't help but hope that He went a step further and persuaded Awan to stay on Yunzhou Island completely.

In this way, Feng Shaorong lived in a side room in the small courtyard of Lanxin, and Awan either shut the door and ignored him, or came to make trouble every day and took all the precious fabrics he brought. They were all cut to pieces, and they were thrown out of the house provocatively in front of him.

But he was never annoyed, he just played around with her temper.

As much fabric as she destroyed, he ordered Fenglou to send new ones continuously, and let her choose, saying that since she didn't want to wear the wedding dress for the time being, he would cut the fabric for her and make other sachets and handkerchiefs. He even made her some delicate dolls for her daily fun.

The famous master of Fenglou, in front of A Wan, has completely become a tailor who is always on call. He always smiles so gentle and soft, like a spring breeze blowing through the clear mountains and rivers. As time goes by, the relationship between A Wan and him Time seems to have quietly changed.

The bright girl in a golden feather coat no longer comes to make trouble all day long, she will accept the small gifts from Feng Shaorong, and will gradually show a smiling face, and sometimes even take Feng Shaorong to the courtyard to fly a kite.

The kite flies so high, it seems to be free and unrestrained, but it can't fly out of this courtyard, this Yunzhou Island, and can't bring the girl's longing for it back to her hometown.

"Rong Mumu, I'm homesick."

Finally, one day, Awan cut the kite string, lay down on the grass, covered her eyes, and let warm tears flow from between her fingers.

I don't know when, she started to call Feng Shaorong "Rong Mu", not only to make fun of him, but also because he is clever and handy, in addition to his outstanding embroidery skills, he is also a first-class carver in the world.

In his hands, any ordinary wood can be carved into everything in the world, lifelike and amazing, but his favorite thing to carve is her face.

He carved out so many hers, all with the same face, but they became more and more lifeless day by day, as if their souls had been pulled out, and the whole person was like a dark weed at the bottom of a well, gradually withering away. In this Lanxin small courtyard.

The string of the kite was cut, and the kite flew high into the sky, completely invisible. The girl lay on the grass and wept silently.

Feng Shaorong didn't say a word, but lay down next to A Wan Jingjing, and quietly handed her a clean handkerchief.

But A Wan didn't take it. A strand of her long hair was lifted by the wind and brushed against Feng Shaorong's ear. His heart was inexplicably itchy, and he wanted to reach out and grab that strand of long hair, but A Wan was also here. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said, "Rong Mumu, tell me... can I still go home in this life?"

Feng Shaorong quickly withdrew his hand, and after taking a steady breath, he asked softly, "Do you want to go back?"

But Awan was silent again for a long time.

Feng Shaorong couldn't help turning his head, looking at the girl who was still covering her eyes, he moved the corners of his lips, his heart was beating very fast, and by some coincidence, he couldn't help stretching out a hand again, wanting to touch she.

Those things that were suppressed from the bottom of my heart could no longer bear it, and it seemed that they were about to say it in the next moment.

"If you want to leave here, I will take you away. As long as you say a word, I will do anything for you, okay?"

The courtyard was quiet, with the breeze blowing gently, but A Wan covered her eyes, and finally murmured: "But I can't go back, I can't go back again..."

As a result, Feng Shaorong's hand barely stopped in mid-air, and he could no longer cross that step.

He was almost able to catch the moon, and he gave birth to infinite courage. At that moment, the possibilities he had thought about with her came to an abrupt end.

This thought that no one can see, the sky knows, the earth knows, the wind knows, the cloud knows, but she doesn't know.

"Rong Mumu, smell it, is this purse fragrant?"

A Wan wiped away her tears, and gradually regained her composure after crying for a while. She pulled Feng Shaorong to sit on the ground, leaning against a tree, took out a sachet she was carrying, and poured out some of the contents.

"Smell it, isn't it very fragrant? This is the seed of the fruit flower, which only blooms in my hometown. When it blooms, it is golden and swaying with the wind, just like the stars in the sky. Don't mention how beautiful it is. Every time I miss home, I will take out this purse and smell it, but unfortunately, I can never go home again..."

Feng Shaorong has raised many flowers, but he has never heard of Jieyan flower. He was also curious about the experience between A Wan and Zhong Lixian, and also curious about where A Wan's hometown is, but A Wan didn't want to. Said, he is not reluctant.

Seeing these unique and delicate flower seeds now, he had a thought, looking at Awan's beautiful and sad face, he couldn't help but quietly had an idea.

He took the purse from A Wan, and said that he would give her an unexpected surprise in a few days.

In the next few days, Feng Shaorong locked himself in the room, not knowing what he was doing. Awan was curious, but he couldn't knock on Feng Shaorong's door. He didn't want to tell her what he was doing. What, just let her quietly wait for that surprise to arrive.

A few days later, when Awan pushed open the door one morning, a bright yellow light came into view, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she let out a cry of surprise, she couldn't believe her eyes——

In the courtyard, there was a miraculously added flower garden. Those bright and brilliant flowers swayed with the wind, and shone golden in the morning light, just like the stars in the sky, so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes away!
"Jingyanhua, it's Jieyanhua!"

A Wan ran out in surprise and joy, Feng Shaorong was still busy in front of the flower garden, he seemed to have not slept all night, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was extremely pale.

"Rong Mumu, how did you do it? How did you conjure up these flowers overnight?"

A Wan was ecstatic, but unbelievable, but Feng Shaorong just smiled, and her lips became paler: "I didn't make it out, I buried all the seeds in my purse into the soil, and made them It blooms overnight, and when you miss home in the future, you don't have to smell those seeds anymore, you can just take a look at the flower garden in the yard, how about it, is it exactly the same as the knot flower you saw in your hometown?"

"Blooming overnight?" A Wan was so shocked that she couldn't speak, she stared at Feng Shaorong with her beautiful eyes, "How did you do it? What kind of fairy are you? How can you make these seeds break through the ground overnight?" And come out, what about the blooming ones?"

Faced with Awan's shock and curiosity, Feng Shaorong pursed his lips and smiled, his elegant face was as pale as snow, and he shook his head, unwilling to reveal the mystery anyway.

A Wan, however, had a clever mind, and suddenly asked: "Is it those few days? What did you do during those few days when you locked yourself in the room?"

Feng Shaorong's expression was slightly startled, Awan saw the clue, turned around and rushed into the side room at the west end, Feng Shaorong couldn't hold her for a moment, and actually let her discover the mystery in the house——

There was still a strong smell of blood in the room, and there were many strange utensils on the table. The most shocking thing was the basin full of blood!
Awan's face changed drastically in an instant, and he turned to look at Feng Shaorong, "This, is this your blood?"

The matter has come to this point, Feng Shaorong can no longer hide it, so he has no choice but to tell the truth: "My ancestors have some skills, and there are many secret techniques circulated in Fenglou. Soaking the seeds of the flowering flowers in blood, I just wanted to try my best, but I thought that I really succeeded, and really made those flowers bloom overnight..."

After a pause, Feng Shaorong looked at A Wan tenderly: "Don't worry, I just spent a little blood, it's nothing..."

"Fool, you are such a fool, why did you do this?" A Wan's eyes were red, her chest heaved and her voice trembled slightly: "Rong Mumu, is it worth it?"

"I just want to see you smiling sooner. After all, you're getting married soon. I'm afraid it's too late. I can't live in this Lanxin courtyard forever and stay by your side forever... I just hope , you can be happy every day, forget all the sorrows and pains, and see you smile, I will be satisfied, why not worth it?"

There are many words that cannot be said, many things that cannot be done, and that step cannot be taken after all. The only thing he can give her is a large field of blooming knot flowers in this courtyard.

They stood in front of the flower garden again, A Wan stared at it for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly shed tears in a daze, and said softly, "Rong Mumu, hold out your palm."

Feng Shaorong didn't understand why, but he spread out his palms according to what Awan said, and Awan actually used his finger as a pen to write in his hand.

"Rong Mumu, remember, my name is actually Wanwan."

She raised her head in the wind, her light-colored eyes glowed with a moving light, "This is my real name, I also lied to Zhong Lixian, don't tell him, just treat it as a secret between us, okay?" ?”

"Thank you for everything you have done for me. No matter what happens in the future, I will never forget you, and I will never forget the days I spent with you in this courtyard. You will always be my... best friend. "

Awan, no, Wanwan, she is really a very smart girl, she saw everything under the calm sea, but she kept her mouth shut, and only gave Feng Shaorong the most decent and gentle reply.

The golden moon is still bright and spotless, hanging high in the sky, but Feng Shaorong knows that the days of looking up at the moon may be coming to an end.

"Wanwan, can I give you a hug?"

Among the swaying knotted flowers, Feng Shaorong's eyes also turned red, Wanwan did not refuse him, and he finally embraced the moon in his arms.

At that moment, the world seemed to be quiet. They hugged each other tightly in front of the flower garden, and he said goodbye to her silently in his heart. No matter how reluctant he was, this sweet dream would finally wake up.

But at this moment, a cold voice sounded in their ears, with a bit of killing intent——

"Why are you so moved that you both burst into tears and couldn't help hugging each other?"

Zhong Lixian didn't know when he would arrive, his eyes were gloomy, he looked at them with a stern smile: "Awan, you might as well tell me, tell me, my husband, huh?"

-

In Qinglin Garden, the room was dim, paper money was burning in the brazier, and there was a spirit tablet enshrined on the table, but there was no word written on the spirit tablet, only a faint outline of a pattern.

Mrs. Wan sat in front of the brazier and made the last stroke with a carving knife. She blew away the sawdust, stared at the wood carving in her hand, finally shook her head, threw the newly carved wood carving into the brazier, and sighed softly. road:

"Rong Mumu, I am not as good at carving as you are, and the carvings are much uglier than yours, but don't dislike me, after all, I am sorry for you. In this life, you shouldn't have met me..."

She raised her head slightly, closed her eyes, and listened to the sound of the wood carving burning in the brazier, she did not move for a long time.

Every year on the day of her deceased friend's death, she would have a hard time. The past and the past flooded in like a tide, engulfing her in the dark sea, and it was always difficult to go ashore.

In her life, she made one wrong step, one wrong step, and betrayed others and herself, which was extremely ridiculous and absurd.

There seemed to be hurried footsteps outside, and the maids seemed to be trying their best to stop someone: "You can't go in, you really can't go in, Madam won't see anyone today..."

With a "bang", the door was knocked open, and the cold wind came from outside in an instant, blowing the brazier crackling, and pulling Mrs. Wan back into the desolate reality.

"Master, I want to see my master!"

Feng Shaorong actually has another identity, guess what it is~