Occupy the hero CP position

On the other side of the Tianhu Bridge, there is a huge tree coiled here. Most people don't know the name of this tree. They only know that it has existed here many years ago.

The fruit produced by this tree is in the shape of a heart when you look closely. The fruit is very fragrant, but it is not edible. Wish lover's name.

This also means that the relationship between two people has been completed.

There was once a pair of lovers who separated for some reason. They met here unexpectedly many years later. The fruit that had not ripened for several years actually ripened, and then fell to the ground on the spot. The fruit turned into a piece of red paper, on which was written the couple Lover's name.

Therefore, under the witness of this tree, the two people continued their relationship.

Therefore, this is the origin of the name of the Xuyuan tree.

"What a wonderful tree." After hearing the story told by the treekeeper, Pei Xun couldn't help sighing, "But, these are just legends...they don't exist in reality, right?"

But seeing the fifty-year-old tree keeper stroke his beard and smiled slightly, "If you believe it, it's true. If you don't believe it, just leave it to everyone to think about it."

Zhuge Yujiao stopped biting the candied haws, nodded like pounding garlic, took out three ingots of silver from her waist and put them on the table, "Yes, yes, uncle, please give us three pieces of red paper and three writing brushes. We want to write a wish."

Pei Xun asked while writing, "Uncle, why are there so few people here?"

Gu Qingze, who had been silent all this time, spoke out slowly, and solved Pei Xun's doubts, "Every year on the Snow-melting Festival, people under the Xuyuan tree come to make wishes, and they can't come again until the fruits are ripe. There is only one time in a lifetime." Opportunity."

Gu Qingze's hand holding the pen paused, and added a sentence at the end, "So, every wish is very important, and we must be more cautious."

Next to him, Pei Xun had secretly finished writing, folded the paper and put it in the sachet prepared by the tree guard, "I'm done, have you finished writing?"

As soon as he asked, Zhuge Yujiao, who was standing on the right side of him, also wrote it and put it in the sachet, "Okay, okay. I'm a little excited. I hope Xuyuanshu can help my dream come true!"

After finishing speaking, the two of them turned their gazes to Gu Qingze in unison, but saw that the latter's red paper was blank, and he didn't write half a word.

"Look at Ben, what am I doing?" A jade-like, flustered voice slowly floated out from under the rabbit mask, "...I haven't made up my mind yet."

Wearing a fox, Pei Xun looked at Gu Qingze with some expression, paused for a while, then turned around and put Zhuge Yujiao's sachet and his own into Gu Qingze's hands, "Help us hang it on the tree together later, me and Junior sister will wait for you on the nearby bridge."

"En." Gu Qingze nodded, Pei Xun on the other side had already stepped away, and Zhuge Yujiao followed behind with her skirt lifted.

Putting the two sachets in his hand on the table, Gu Qingze secretly sighed, really didn't know what to write.

The tree keeper suddenly smiled at Gu Qingze and said, "My lord, don't try to write anything, you can do whatever you want."

While speaking, a gust of wind suddenly came from a distance, blowing away the unwrapped sachet, and a piece of red paper flew out gracefully.

Unfortunately, it landed in front of Gu Qingze's eyes.

——Wish to stay with Gu Qingze for a thousand years.

This handwriting is majestic, vigorous and elegant, exactly the same as the handwriting on the prescription.

He only glanced at it, then turned his head as if he was facing a big enemy, and looked into the distance.

This behavior was only half a breath away, and the tree guard didn't notice Gu Qingze's strangeness. After the wind blew, he hurriedly packed up the sachet on the table, shouting, "The wind has passed, stop, good luck, good luck."

After collecting the things, the tree keeper raised his head and asked, "My lord, have you thought about it?"

The man's black hair slowly drooped down, accompanied by the low and long voice reaching the ear of the person opposite, "Think about it."