The weather is getting hotter.
The croaking of frogs comes from the water channel one after another, combining with the sound of cicadas to form a harsh music, adding to the annoyance of people. Dragonflies chase each other on the water, coming and going, it's so lively. On the bank of the river, a summer bird built a nest in a big tree, and a nest of chicks kept chirping. The parent bird has brought the insects back to the nest countless times, but it has never been able to feed so many mouths.
The cry of the young bird is thin and sharp, not very pleasant. Even so, the chanter under the tree still cast an envious gaze. Even if it's not a nice voice, as long as it can speak, it doesn't matter if it's not your own voice. She felt a little sad about the silence in the past, not to mention regret. During those days when she was imprisoned in a side courtyard as a caged bird, she really had nothing to say, and no one listened to her anyway. She is not like Ling Huan, who occasionally talks to herself when she is bored. She was always a little... strange, worried about being laughed at. But then again, no one has ever laughed at my sister. This is the case with many things. Although it doesn't matter if you watch others do it, you feel embarrassed if you have to do it yourself.
"Has Mr. Yingyue still contacted you?"
Chenxing, who was drinking water, straightened up and suddenly turned to ask her. Speaking of which, Chenxing was silent most of the time and rarely talked to her, but this was not the case with her. Ye Yinquan shook his head and said that he would no longer have contact with Yingyue Jun during this period. Since the last separation, she has hardly appeared in his dreams or consciousness. Maybe she just had a new entity and was immersed in happiness. What's more, the Six Paths of Impermanence are so busy, she must have her own tasks, and it might be more convenient to use her current body.
Chenxing stopped talking. The last time she met Yingyue Jun, she learned some interesting things from the imprudent man. For example, the reason why a loner like her doesn't reject the little mute so much is because Yin Huan's past life had something to do with the former owner of her heart. To Chen Xing, this sounds a bit absurd, but it is not ridiculous. After all, this is indeed a reasonable explanation - absurd and reasonable.
Thinking of her past life... she would think of the little ghost she met last time by the lake. It was that guy who made Yin Huan dare not approach the water source for a long time, and even did not dare to stay by the well for a while. Chenxing has lived for such a long time and has rarely seen such unruly and rude children. But she could tell from the child's eyes that he was the kind of little bully who was naughty by nature and full of evil in his mother's womb. Children with eyes like this are bad at heart and cannot be corrected the day after tomorrow. She had indeed seen several little devils similar to that child, most of whom had lost their parents, or even died for them. It is also difficult for them to feel the sadness that normal children should have when it comes to the death of their loved ones. This deep pain of losing a loved one is something they cannot understand, limited by their brains, hearts, and souls. What's more, their understanding of family affection itself is never thorough enough, or in other words... they have their own set of understandings. In such a system of understanding, feelings are insignificant.
Yin Huan took a few sips of the water Chenxing handed him, and then put down the water bag. She stared in one direction for a while because she thought it looked like a few butterflies. But now, those bright red butterflies were motionless among the grass. She suspected that they were not butterflies, but flowers. What kind of flower could it be? There are many butterfly-like flowers, many of which are planted in my own backyard. However, the place was neglected, and with only half-hearted care, wildflowers still took over half of the land. But that’s okay, wildflowers are beautiful and fragrant too.
She returned the water bag to Chenxing, pointed there, and then pointed to herself.
"Do you want to go there to play?" Chenxing glanced casually, "Then go. It's still a long time."
Yin Huan knew that the time she was talking about was referring to Ying Yuejun's instructions. Yingyuejun said that Chenxing should pay special attention to his relatives. But other than that, she didn't provide any more effective information, which was equivalent to them just walking around at will. Due to Chenxing's personal arrangements, she has been paying attention to the puppet's movements, but recently the area has been peaceful. Yin Huan also knew that there was no point in being impatient, as long as he could wait for more information from Ying Yuejun. Chenxing asked her casually before, probably thinking about this. It seemed that Chenxing did not intend to go with him. It doesn't matter, since she fell into the water last time, there was a period of time when she didn't dare to act alone, but now she has basically overcome this psychological barrier. No matter what, we can't cause Chenxing any more trouble. Her willingness to take care of herself for such a long time has already exceeded her original expectations.
Yin Quan walked towards the "red butterfly", and when he got there, he realized that it was an impatiens flower. She was a little surprised, because in her mind, the flower would bloom another month later...at least until midsummer, right? Maybe it's very hot here, so they opened early and didn't open much. In this bunch of flowers, there are still many flower bones that have not yet grown. She knew that many maids in the family would pick impatiens flowers to sell. They said that by pounding impatiens and adding alum, you can dye your nails by wrapping them around your fingers, which is very beautiful. But the maids don't do it because they have to work. None of the elders in the family have done it - everyone has a job, and Kodan can't stay for long, not to mention that it takes a long time just to wrap the fingers. She had little interest, for one simple reason: she didn't like the color red. These gorgeous flowers always reminded her of the dream bird that flew across the sky day after day.
Although she had never had her nails done, things were different now. Now, she actually feels very concerned about this. Looking at these flowers, I feel as if I have returned to the courtyard, when I was surrounded by my family and the stars were holding the moon.
She wanted to pick more. Although these flowers were bright red, they were not enough to touch the sensitive parts of her heart. It's probably because Master Lintian's method of calming the nerves was quite effective, or she herself has overcome the knot in her heart to a certain extent. She stood up and looked around, and sure enough, there were a few scattered impatiens flowers not far away. She picked them all the way, holding so many in her hands that her palms were stained. But she didn't feel tired at all, she just felt it was very interesting.
But not everyone likes impatiens.
Xue Miyin looked at the impatiens at his feet and didn't move for a while. After staring for a long time, she mercifully stepped over them instead of stepping on them. However, the flowers here bloom very early, and there are quite a lot of them. If you are not careful, you will step down a few of them. Those flowers were too eye-catching and did not match the plain colors she liked. If it were lighter pink or white, that would be okay, but the one here is too bright red. Xue Miyin prefers their seed pods to the flowers themselves. The small green package opened from the inside out with a gentle pinch, revealing the soft seeds inside. The process of pinching them open was a fun that she rarely remembered since she had no fixed place as a child.
Following the direction of the flowers, she noticed a special shadow.
The clothes were apricot yellow and beautifully made. She seemed to have seen the style before, but the color was slightly different from what she remembered. Who wears such clothes? The man was crouching down and Xue Miyin couldn't see her clearly. The first reaction was not "There are other people coming to such a remote wilderness", but "Who is that guy?" When realizing this thought, Miyin felt faintly uneasy.
Soon, her uneasiness was confirmed - the girl picking flowers stood up and raised her head.
In an instant, Miyin felt like the world was spinning. It wasn't that she was under the influence of any spell, but that her head felt uncontrollably uncomfortable - because of this familiar face. Is that the person in her memory? Miyin was not sure, but her heart was beating very fast, as if she was in a panic. But why is she panicking? She shouldn't be the one who owes anything. His vision was still a little blurry and white, and Miyin stood there, as motionless as a tree, waiting for the force to pass quickly. After a while, her vision became clear again, and her hateful face became clear as well.
She really looks like her... But is Ling Huan that tall? Or do you want to know if you get closer?
Although he thought so in his heart, Xue Miyin still didn't move even a step. A magical force pinned her feet to the ground, preventing her from moving forward. She knew in her heart that it would be best not to go, just pretend she didn't see it, and pretend it never happened. Anyway, all this is over, the present is a foregone conclusion, even if there is any grudge, it will be of no use. But...but she was still unwilling. Do those who have betrayed their trust really not need to face retribution? The boy who gave her the ivory pick let go, and the woman who grabbed her hand on the cliff and let go also let go... They all gave up in their own way. Thinking of this, Xue Miyin's teeth felt itchy. Not to mention others, Ye Lingyu was the one who saved her before. Miyin is not a person who cares about everything, nor is she very good at calculations, but she did almost forget that she saved Ling Huan. It is indeed touching to hold the hands of those around you in times of crisis. But if Ye Lingquan hadn't let go, Miyin wouldn't have thought of his "grace".
Is this how you, Ye Lingyu, treat your savior?
The two thoughts in my heart are constantly colliding and fighting. They don't distinguish between you and me, but they are inseparable.
"You look so bad..." The friend who followed looked at her, "What happened?"
Xue Miyin didn't answer, so the snake looked in that direction. The evil messenger who is good at provocation is good at reading people's hearts, so it is easy for her to read something from Miyin's face, not to mention that she did not hide it.
"Ah, is she...that child? What a coincidence, we meet here. So what are you going to do?"
How to do it? Miyin didn't know how to answer. In the past, although this close friend rarely gave advice, he would list his thoughts and analysis to her one by one. But this time, she asked herself directly.
So, how?
