The sun is shining brightly and the city is filled with the fragrance of flowers. The streets and alleys are filled with the sweetness of flower cakes and the fragrance of chrysanthemum wine.
The most senior officials on the second floor of the theater building in Nanling City sat down. Lin Wanwan and Luo Huaizhou looked contentedly enjoying the play being performed on the stage next to them. The two whispered something to each other from time to time. After speaking, they looked at each other and smiled. Perfect fit.
"Xiao Yue Wan, isn't the play I asked you to listen to today good? These plays are only performed every year during the Double Ninth Festival."
Luo Huaizhou looked at Lin Wanwan with a smile. Nearly a month had passed since she and Jing Qian left him and Shi Manzi on the island and left without saying goodbye on the Mid-Autumn Festival.
After he came back that time, he immediately went to Su Jingqian angrily to settle the score. Little did he know that Ziyu said that his master had gone back to his hometown to worship his ancestors, and he would probably not be back until next month.
He had nowhere to vent his anger, so he had to hold it back. Fortunately, Xiao Yuewan still stayed in Nanling City, so he would invite her out from time to time to listen to plays and look for playbooks, and the two of them enjoyed it.
"Yes, not bad." Lin Wanwan took a sip of tea, put down the tea cup and looked at Luo Huaizhou with a smile, "But today is the Double Ninth Festival, why didn't your mother arrange a girl for you to see?"
Luo Huaizhou choked for a moment, and then looked at her with dissatisfaction, "You Xiao Yue Wan, why are you talking more and more like Jing Qian, and always like to poke people's pain points?"
Lin Wanwan's hand holding the flower cake paused almost invisible. She had not seen Su Jin since she came down from the Huafang loft that day. He seemed to have disappeared and never appeared again. She felt a little uneasy in her heart, but the worries that were about to arise were quickly put to rest by her. She smiled mockingly to herself, what does he have to do with her? There is nothing more than an exchange of interests between them.
She quickly gathered her thoughts, smiled at Luo Huaizhou, and then turned her attention to the stage, watching the play intently.
Luo Huaizhou glanced at her suspiciously. He felt that Xiao Yue Wan had been acting strange since the Mid-Autumn Festival. Every time he mentioned Jing Qian, she always looked like she was smiling but not smiling. Could it be that What happened between them?
He rolled his eyes, and a sly look immediately flashed in his eyes, "By the way, Xiaoyue Wan, we'll finish listening to the play later, why don't we go outside the city to have a look? It's very lively outside today!"
Lin Wanwan glanced at him and saw that he was in high spirits and looking forward to it, so she said, "That's good, I haven't gone outside the city for a long time."
The sky is high, the clouds are light, the autumn colors are thick, the mountains and forests in the distance are full of colors, and the trees are dyed. People are going out in twos and threes, climbing high, worshiping the sky, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.
In the woods, a richly dressed young man and a young lady with chrysanthemum hairpins were admiring the maples under the trees. The autumn wind was blowing slowly, and the fiery red maple leaves were swaying in the wind on the branches, rustling like butterflies dancing in the air. Flying down, scattered all over the ground.
On the road, young men rode horses and whipped their whips as they galloped wildly in the countryside, while young girls smiled brightly and looked forward to the beautiful flowers in bud.
Not like spring, but better than spring.
"It's really lively."
Lin Wanwan and Luo Huaizhou couldn't help but sigh as they walked in the maple forest.
Luo Huaizhou shook his landscape folding fan, with a cool and unrestrained look, and sighed: "The autumn air is so refreshing, I really can't help but want to sit here on the ground and have a glass of beautiful chrysanthemum wine. It will be so nice."
"Rather than wine, I would rather have a swing here." Lin Wanwan looked at the red leaves on the ground with a look of nostalgia in her eyes.
"Swing?" Luo Huaizhou raised his eyebrows.
Lin Wanwan raised her head and looked at the red leaves flying all over the sky, like clusters of burning flames, passing by her ears, tangled in her hair, and lingering in her heart.
She raised her hand to gently catch a fallen leaf and said with a smile: "There is a swing under the maple tree in my house. I used to play there often."
"It turns out that Xiao Yue Wan is homesick." Luo Huaizhou nodded suddenly, and suddenly asked, "Then will Qian Qian also play with you on the swing?"
The red leaves in Lin Wanwan's palm suddenly fell to the ground. She slowly raised her head, her eyes gradually blurred. Her sight passed through the treetops, as if through the dust of the years. Those memories were like pieces of red leaves. When the wind blew, each leaf drifted from the tree to the wind. Hovering in the middle, dancing out the last youth of this life. The wind fell, stopped gracefully, scattered and scattered, and was crushed into dust and mud.
A faint smile gradually appeared on her face, and she murmured, "He..."
The red leaves all over the sky fell into her eyes, and the fiery red maple forest in the yard became clearer and clearer in her eyes.
Under the maple tree in the courtyard, he vaguely saw a boy in white and a girl in red sitting side by side on the swing. The swing was swinging up and down, and the autumn wind was blowing back and forth in their ears. And it seemed like I could see the young man in white pushing the swing up and down. The girl in red on the swing had curved eyebrows and turned her head to talk and laugh with him from time to time.
At that time, they had never been tainted by the secular world, and had never stirred up troubles. There were no calculations, no intrigues, no gains and losses between them, only the green and beautiful joy.
She slowly closed her eyes, and those old memories came to her like red leaves all over the sky.
That year, Lin Wanwan was eight years old and Su Jingqian was ten years old.
It was autumn, and all the maple trees in the mansion turned red. Lin Wanwan swayed back and forth on the swing under the maple trees. The red skirt flying in the wind underneath her body was entangled with the red leaves in the sky, like a cloud. Blooming red lotus.
The maid behind her pushed her higher and higher, as if she could hear the wind whistling by her ears. She couldn't help but raise her face and enjoy the warmth of the sun shining on her body.
The chatter of several maids on the verandah suddenly drifted into her ears.
"Today the third prince of Dongchen Kingdom came to the mansion to learn martial arts from the city lord."
"I just saw it from a distance. The third prince of Dongchen Kingdom is really a good man."
"Yes, there are very few people as good-looking as the young lady and Mr. Rong Sui."
"From now on, our house will be lively."
"That's good, the young lady has a new playmate."
New playmate? Lin Wanwan's big eyes gleamed with gleaming light. She asked the maid to stop pushing the swing. Before the swing could stop, she dodged and jumped directly from her seat.
The maid suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart. If the young lady fell, how would she explain it to the city lord and his wife? She quickly supported her and asked: "Miss, where are you going?"
"I'm going to find uncle." Lin Wanwan said with a smile, and then ran away, leaving behind the maid who was chasing after her.
"Miss, please slow down!"
She had just walked into the middle hall and was about to take a peek at her new playmate, when her uncle's voice first fell into her ears.
"Wanwan, come here quickly." Shen Qingqiu sat on the Grand Master's chair in the middle hall and waved to her lovingly.
She said "hey" twice in embarrassment. The shyness of having her peek discovered but failed made her hang her head in embarrassment and walk to Shen Qingqiu's side.
Shen Qingqiu patted her head gently, but did not seem to be angry. Then she secretly raised her eyes and glanced at him. Seeing him looking away with a polite smile, Lin Wanwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed her unconsciously. The uncle looked over.
I saw a boy sitting on the seat next to me, with dazzling eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, like finely carved white jade, he was extremely beautiful. She was supposed to be a monster who had just stepped out of a play, but instead she saw that his back was straight and he was looking at her with a faint gaze, looking like a young and old-fashioned person.
Lin Wanwan felt a little regretful and confused at the same time. The moment she raised her eyes, she clearly saw a trace of laziness and unruly expression in his eyebrows, which disappeared in a blink of an eye.
