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Chapter 206 Peach Blossom Wine (I)

"That's great!" He Si almost jumped up in the Hall of Mirrors.

Qin Jian looked at the innocent girl with a doting look in his eyes: "Let's find a peach forest first."

The huge amount of information and the sudden excitement did not interfere with He Si's thinking. She quickly calmed down and suggested, "I remember there is a peach forest in the back mountain of Jingxuan. It's quiet and sparsely populated. Why don't we go there and try it?"

"Not bad," Qin Jian searched his memory for the scene of the back mountain, then glanced at his phone, "But it's getting late. Since we have to go to Jingxuan, we might as well eat something before going."

"No, I don't seem to be hungry." After traveling through illusions recently, He Si has almost evolved away her appetite in reality. At this moment, she only wants to find the beauty of the mountains and fields. She directly rejected Qin Jian's suggestion, and Qin Jian did not persuade her again.

Both of them were familiar with the road to Jingxuan. They walked side by side, and soon walked out of the elegant bamboo mirror and headed towards the peach forest in the back mountain.

It was unknown when the snow began to fall. The thin white snow looked like snow and frost, covering the bare soil. The oncoming mountain wind blew up the coldness accumulated over the winter. He Si shuddered, tightened her collar, and called Xiaojiu, signaling it to hide in her clothes to keep warm. But Xiaojiu didn't buy it. It seemed to have sensed the coming of spring. It was extremely excited, flying up and down, spinning and leading the way, and first stopped on the skinny branch of a peach tree, and its black claws just happened to grab a ball of snow.

"Can we start now?" After waiting for a while and not hearing Qin Jian's voice, He Si asked anxiously, and even dragged Xiaojiu into the water, "Xiaojiu is getting anxious."

"Chirp." Xiaojiu jumped two steps and chirped, not knowing whether it was a rebuttal or an agreement.

"Why are you still like a child?" Qin Jian was looking down at the ground, and when he found the right place, he looked up and saw two pairs of eyes staring at him, one pair was bright and the other pair was bright. He couldn't help but add with a smile, "I'm talking about Xiaojiu, who has seen all the world on the mural and is obviously an ancient artifact that has practiced for thousands of years, so why can't you keep your composure?"

After he finished speaking, he produced two pieces of steaming pastries from nowhere and stuffed them into He Si's hands: "Eat something to fill your stomach first."

"This is?"

"Osmanthus cake, just got it from the tea room."

The warm breath in her palm dissipated the coldness around her body. He Si crushed a little and put it on her fingertips, waiting for Xiao Jiu to peck at it. Then she remembered Qin Jian's suggestion about eating. He had stayed with her all night, didn't eat breakfast, and accompanied her to make fermented rice wine and find a plate. Now he had to change the season. She suddenly felt guilty and asked softly, "What about you?"

"Eat it, I have another piece." Qin Jian said without hesitation, and walked a few steps away from He Si, came to another peach tree, stood at the top of the tree shadow, faced the direction of the sun, and began to turn the plate. His fingertips were gentle, but his movements were decisive. With his movements, the whole world slowed down.

With each breath, the wind direction changed. The wind from the south lifted the remaining snow on the branches. The powdery white flying in the air turned into crystal water droplets in the wind. He Si suddenly found that the chill in the wind disappeared, and the surrounding air slowly warmed up with a slightly intoxicating fragrance. It was sandalwood. Following the familiar fragrance in her memory, He Si looked at the tall and graceful man surrounded by dead branches. He stood there casually, with calm eyebrows and a chic figure. His long gown swayed lightly in the wind. It was not known whether it was an illusion or a vision. He Si felt that in the bleakness, he was emitting a faint glow standing in the middle.

The fragrance became stronger and stronger, and the ice and snow melted wherever it passed. He Si saw specks of green breaking through the withered brown and appearing on the weathered branches.

Xiao Jiu couldn't help but pounce on the emerald leaves, but He Si's eyes were attracted by Qin Jian again. Starlight flew out from the slender fingertips, like fireflies, but brighter. They didn't fly far away, but hovered above Qin Jian's head, connected to each other, just slightly up and down, as if they had found their own orbit.

He Si didn't know much about astronomical phenomena. After a long time of identification, she remembered that the shape was very similar to the pattern on the top of the astronomical disk, which should be the Big Dipper. At this moment, the vigor and vitality of spring also used Qin Jian as the center point, lifted the frozen soil, and spread layer by layer in the forest. The Qin Jian who was moving the star disk and the Qin Jian who was playing the bone flute calmly in the Deer Park gradually overlapped in front of He Si's eyes. Then there appeared Qin Jian who ignited flames with his sleeves, Qin Jian who raised hurricanes with his fans, Qin Jian who drove thousands of words with his playing, fragile Qin Jian, tough Qin Jian, Qin Jian who seemed to be indifferent but threw himself into danger again and again without hesitation... Countless figures of Qin Jian appeared in the spring breeze, and He Si suddenly remembered a few lines of poetry - thick will dry up, shallow will become deep. The mountains are green after the dew, and red apricots are in the forest.

When she came to her senses, the sandalwood in her nose had been replaced by the scent of flowers. The peach blossoms had bloomed, and the whole mountain was pink. The person in her heart and eyes had merged into one person again, smiling at her tenderly in the midst of the March flowers.

"What are you still standing there for? You can pick flowers now."

"Oh." He Si rubbed her hot cheeks, lowered her head, stepped on the soft grass, and walked into the peach forest.

The forest is already full of spring, but the sunlight is still winter. The thin rays of light pass through the cold clouds and sprinkle on the elegant pink and fresh green. Everything becomes hazy and unreal, as if an autumn fog has descended. The four seasons merge here, and the missing warmth of summer is buried in the girl's heart.

Neither He Si nor Qin Jian took any action. Instead, Xiao Jiu stretched out his head, pecked the first flower without mercy, and then diligently handed it to He Si.

"Xiaojiu is still capable."

After He Si finished speaking, she tilted her head and looked at Qin Jian, half acting coquettishly and half jokingly. However, Qin Jian was jealous of even a bird. He snorted softly, took off his long gown, waved it lightly, and spread it flat on the ground.

He Si stared at the clothes, seeing no change. She turned to Qin Jian in confusion, only to see him pointing at a branch with blooming peach blossoms.

Very fine winds were swirling around the flowers, like a tornado that was only above the flowers. The branches and leaves did not move, but the sea of ​​flowers began to sway, and the originally elegant fragrance of flowers became stronger and stronger in the air. Before long, the flowers flew away from the branches with the breeze, fluttering and spinning in the air like light butterflies. When the wind gathered, the petals were pieced together into a long pink silk to depict the posture of the wind. When the wind dispersed, a rain of peach blossoms fell all over the sky.

He Si raised her head, not even blinking. When all the petals fell, she looked at the long gown spread on the ground again, and saw only layers of pink petals, soft and tender, still maintaining the posture when they bloomed on the branches.

Qin Jian then bent down, gathered up his long gown again, and handed it to He Si as if to invite her to do him a favor: "This should be enough to make a pot of peach blossom wine."