After returning to the city, the real daughter of Xuanxue just wants to start a career

Chapter 60 The love brain is in trouble

"When are you going?"

"Let's do it this Sunday, I happen to be free."

Xie Wenyun nodded thoughtfully.

"When you leave, remember to tell me that I will take a photo with you as a souvenir. If you never come back, you can still remember it."

Ye Qingyue: "If it weren't for Uncle Xie's sake, I would have beaten you!"

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  On Sunday morning, the sun was scorching, and the sun was so bright that it seemed to gather all the warmth of the four seasons.

He Yue put on a mask, sunglasses, and a loose black sun protection clothing to go out with Xie Wenyun.

At the school gate, Ye Qingyue called an online taxi and went straight to his destination. You could see the raised corners of his mouth from a distance.

He Yue and Xie Wenyun followed closely behind.

It was really hot and stuffy, making everything feel lazy.

The cicada has been hiding in the tree and singing all summer. At the end of the summer, it starts to make a loud noise again.

He Yue was so hot that he put a cooling charm on each of his mask and sun protection clothing.

Xie Wenyun glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly felt a cool air coming over his body. It was refreshing and had a light mint fragrance, which was not pungent.

The tall man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, stretched out his slender hands with distinct knuckles and begged like a child: "Master, whoever sees me has a share."

His back was wet too.

He Yue: "I only brought three, and I didn't have time to draw more."

There is another one where she is going to put on her pants.

The phone vibrated.

It was Xie Wenyun’s transfer message.

500 yuan.

"I won't let you suffer." An aggressive smile spread on Xie Wenyun's face, and his dark eyes raised slightly.

"……Fine."

He Yue was willing to give him the talisman, of course not because of money. In fact, she was afraid that Xie Wenyun would sweat too much and affect her sense of smell.

Just keep the money.

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  Although Beichen Road in Longjiang District is located in the urban area, it is a bit too remote.

There are some quaint buildings here, and time is firmly locked here, making it seem like you have returned to the previous dynasty.

Ye Qingyue walked through the streets and alleys and came to the address in his dream.

This is an old house, with a row of white walls at the door, connected to the neighbors on the left and right. What is peeling off the walls are memories that are difficult to seal.

There is a row of rough stone pavements in front of the door, with the black mud of time hidden in the gaps. Further outside, a one-meter-wide creek meanders through.

Looking at the locked door and the patina on the door, Ye Qingyue couldn't help but frown.

Looking left and right, Ye Qingyue walked to an old man not far away who was enjoying the shade and asked: "Old man, is there anyone else living in this house?"

The old man fanned the dry cattail leaf fan: "Yes, but he left many years ago and only comes back for a few days during the Chinese New Year."

Ye Qingyue got the right house number, it was indeed 178.

That's right.

He asked the old man again and confirmed that he was not in the wrong place.

Ye Qingyue stood up and suddenly saw something on the mailbox at the door.

He ran over in two or two steps, stretched out his hand and touched it. It was a key. He stood so close that his field of vision was even and he didn't notice it. Only at the old man's place, where the terrain was slightly higher, could he notice anything.

Sure enough, it’s all fate!

Ye Qingyue took the key, hesitated for a moment, and finally opened the mailbox.

"Don't ask for help, please forgive me."

Inside was a note—a fresh note.

Ye Qingyue couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.

The note was rolled into a tube and tied with a fan ribbon, the same color as the girl in the dream.

Opening the note, there was a line written on it:

Walking along the stream, forgetting how far the road is, suddenly encounter a peach blossom forest.

Ye Qingyue scratched his head and wondered, what does this mean?
  Looking up, he suddenly saw the running water in front of the house, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"She turns out to be an artistic young woman. Hey, this doesn't trouble me."

Those who can go to the north of Beijing are all outstanding, and they are naturally very familiar with Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring".

Ye Qingyue ran all the way in the direction of the flowing water, saying to himself: "Peach Blossom Forest, Peach Blossom Forest..." The stream meandered and went in circles for about ten minutes.

There is indeed a forest ahead, with shadows dotted with some houses.

"Peach tree!" Ye Qingyue rushed over, and it turned out to be a peach forest.

But what next? Thinking of the note in the mailbox earlier, Ye Qing understood more and more that there must be another clue.

He was confused again: "But in such a large peach forest, where are the clues?"

Taking steps to think, Ye Qingyue turned around two rooms and saw a huge peach tree in front of his eyes.

The trunk of the tree is about three people thick, and the branches are hung with green leaves. The sunlight shines through the leaves and casts golden spots on the ground.

Ye Qingyue raised his head, feeling slightly dizzy from the sunlight in the gap. There were red strips of cloth hanging on the branches with all kinds of wishes written on them.

The peach tree was not tall, and Ye Qingyue clearly saw the words on the cloth.

[Every mountain has a road, every test must be passed]

【Chen Jiayi I love you】

[Azhen and Aqiang want to be together forever]

……

Among the bright red trees, Ye Qingyue saw a strip of pink cloth, isolated from the world and standing out from the crowd.

He walked over and held the lower end of the cloth. What was written on it was not a wish, but the words: "I love the lotus that comes out of the mud but is not stained, and washes the ripples without being evil."

The handwriting is beautiful, similar to the handwriting on the previous note.

"Tsk, tsk, you have to test me again, but I like it!"

Most men have a piece of white moonlight in their hearts.

They are the charming and suave talented man who recites poems and composes poems. Not far away, there must be a well-educated, gentle, graceful and graceful woman, waiting for him to fiddle with Yue Lao's red thread.

"First it was the peach blossom forest, and now it should be the lotus pond. This clue must be in the pond."

Ye Qingyue dissected the meaning within a few seconds, and then excitedly walked around the village looking for a pond.

Not far away, He Yue saw this scene and couldn't help but sigh: "My love brain is in trouble."

Xie Wenyun: "What's wrong?"

Heyue: "Have you ever seen such a big peach tree?"

Xie Wenyun briefly recalled: "I have never seen such a big one. But is it possible that the land is so good that it can breed peach trees that are thousands of years old?"

"Look around you. Is there another peach tree as tall as this?"

Xie Wenyun looked around and shook his head.

Then he suddenly realized: "Master, what you mean is that there is something wrong with this tree!"

He Yue nodded, casually drew a "Pure Heart Talisman" and patted Xie Wenyun on the back, then led him around the big peach tree and continued to follow.

He explained as he walked.

"Compared to other fruit trees, peach trees are easy to grow, but they also die early. The normal life span is less than ten years, and the longer ones can reach the sky in fifteen or six years. This peach tree is so big, it will last at least fifty or sixty years... "

Xie Wenyun shook unconsciously.

In the distance, Ye Qingyue shuttled through the forest, leaving only a sky-blue back, which was not easy to lose.

Ye Qingyue returned to the stream.

He knew very well that pools were mostly where streams gathered, and following the streams would definitely yield rewards.

Sure enough, at the edge of the peach grove, I saw a small pond with clusters of lotus flowers in the middle.

It was already mid-September, and most of the flowers were wilted and almost dilapidated. The lotus leaves in the pond had curled edges and some yellow spots.

"It comes out of the mud but remains untainted. Could it be that the clue is in the mud?" Ye Qing muttered in his heart. If he was asked to jump down at this time, he would not be that stupid.

Although the moonlight is white, if he jumps down, he will be black first.

After walking half a circle around the pond, Ye Qingyue stopped.

In the pool in front of him, there was an unexpected bamboo pole. The bamboo was inserted diagonally into the mud, like a lazy beauty lying on a couch.

"It turns out to be here!"

Ye Qingyue pulled out the bamboo pole, and the hollow section at the end was indeed wrapped in plastic wrap, and there was still a piece of paper inside.

"Haha, it's true that she emerged from the mud and remained unsullied." Ye Qingyue admired this woman he had never met before, and his heart became even more passionate.

Opening the note, there is another sentence on it: The setting clouds and the solitary swans fly together, and the autumn water and the sky are the same color.

This time there is an additional signature: Qiu Shui's own handwriting.

Ye Qingyue was shocked and almost fell into the pool.

(End of this chapter)