Fuzhou gossip gl

When the time is approaching, the prosperity has come to an end, and it will eventually come to an end.The chatter and laughter around them seemed to have nothing to do with the two of them.

The bustle of the street gradually dissipated, and the moon was not called out at all. Seeing it continue to climb, it was almost lost on the roof.

Su Di's wine is really good. It is said that this time he picked up the running water peach blossoms that fell on the cold spring in Beijing in March.The petals are withered and drifting with the flowing water, no wonder it can withstand a closer taste than the delicate flowers on the branches.Afterwards, Guan Yuxuan took the initiative to drink a few more cups, but he was not very drunk, but the poems in his mouth gradually became blurred.She slowly moved towards Fang Zhiyuan, and in a daze, the chopsticks slipped from her hands and landed on her lap without a sound.Fang Zhiyuan was about to say the next sentence, when suddenly her shoulders sank, her heart tightened, and she might not be able to hold the chopsticks steadily in her hand.She has been waiting for this moment for too long, like living in a deep mountain for a long time, watering a seed every day, like being in a high mountain, calling her name every night, finally, a sprout broke out of the ground, finally, a voice crossed the mountain , lingering, lingering, suspected to be in a dream, still seems to be in a dreamland.She lightly picked up the chopsticks that had landed on Guan Yuxuan's skirt, and placed them neatly on the table. After that, she was a little out of ideas, just quietly listening to her heart beating in her right arm, beating again and again. With one beat, her breath was in her ears, layer by layer.

"Go back." The voices of the people around me were softer than usual, as if they were full of shyness.

Fang Zhiyuan sat upright, put his hands on his lap, pretended to be calm, and replied, "I'm afraid you might get drunk, so I prepared a room."

The person on the shoulder asked in a low voice, with a hint of a smile: "What is Mr. Fang worried about?"

Fang Zhiyuan took a deep breath and replied, "Good intentions."

"Throw me with wood and plum, and return it with Qiong Jiu." 』

Such kindness.

"Xi Sang has ah, but its leaves have difficulties. 』

Such kindness.

"Prepare and pay, Samsung is in the sky." 』

Such kindness.

This is a genuine kindness, a one-on-one kindness, full of affection, and full of ethics.This Qiao gentleman, before she received the flower note next to her, did not think about anything else, it would be blasphemy to guess with an ordinary person's mind.

Guan Yuzhen leaned on her shoulder, thinking that he hadn't leaned against the window last time, she rubbed her head slightly, slowly closed her eyes, and didn't reply.Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion permeated the autumn wind, and no one spoke, because no one could speak.

It was the whale bell on the distant mountain, which opened its mouth.

Clang——

Clang——

Clang——

Fang Zhiyuan was called back by the sound of the whale bell, she was really not drunk, tonight was too beautiful, she was reluctant to get drunk.The face of her sweetheart was too close to the sound of breathing, she didn't dare to look at it, and she didn't dare to listen to it, she just clenched her fists tightly, twitching a mist of water vapor, feeling steamy and depressed.She thought about this scene day and night for a long time, knowing that it was gentle and charming, but she didn't know that it would cause chaos.Because she thought, every time she got close to Guan Yuzhen, she seemed to have a master's way of breaking up the layout, and she couldn't help it.The affection at this time must be incomprehensible.

Guan Yufu was a little confused, his head was not steady, and he tilted his body and leaned on her lap.Fang Zhiyuan wanted to catch her, but unconsciously put his arms around her waist. With such a hug, he couldn't bear to let go.Guan Yuxuan couldn't get up, the sudden weightlessness made her thoughts more and more dizzy, her head burrowed into Fang Zhiyuan's arms, her hair entangled and rubbed lightly, the sound of rubbing was numb in her ears, she felt relieved for no reason.She finally found a comfortable place, stopped in a trance, and then suddenly felt exhausted, engulfing her whole body, and there was no limit in an instant.She closed her eyes, and there was darkness in front of her eyes. In the depths of the darkness, a full moon that she couldn't call out just now suddenly appeared before her eyes, and the past came suddenly accompanied by the illusory realm.

She thought of the Mid-Autumn Festival when her family sat in the courtyard to admire the moon, and she used all the poems her father taught her today.

family?

Family?

Where does Tianya look like home?

Guan Yuyu was caught in the old scene and was very quiet, a pair of soft catkins silently grabbed Fang Zhiyuan's clothes, as if lying in the snow, sleeping in the frost, wrapped in an indelible confusion.Fang Zhiyuan put his arms around her waist, and the two cuddled together like this.Last time she hugged someone, she felt like a sack, this time she hugged her sweetheart, like holding a puddle of snow water, which was crystal clear, shrouded in a clear light, trembling together , folding out the brilliance that dare not look at it carefully.She originally thought that when the passion was lingering, a lot of flowery rhetoric would come out of her imagination, but she didn't want it to be a blank space. Those happy words and profane words were probably all fake, and I was afraid they were all post-writing.At this moment, Fang Zhiyuan's thoughts are all in front of his eyes, he can't think of any good words, he can't compose any good poems, she just wants to hold her hand, want to get closer to her, but she runs away up.Fang Zhiyuan then asked her: "I heard that after drinking Su Di's wine, you can see the Peach Blossom Spring, have you met Mr. Jingjie?"

Mr. Jingjie?Mr. Jingjie is living in Guiyuantian.

Mr. Jingjie?Mr. Jingjie is in the sky full of stars.

Mr. Jingjie is gone, he is not in the wine, the wine can't deceive himself, and can't call him back.

But Guan Yuzhen did see something in the wine, because he whispered in his arms: "I saw the moon."

Fang Zhiyuan asked: "The moon? The moon is hiding in the clouds, so I couldn't call it out just now."

Guan Yuzheng slowly turned sideways, half-closed his eyes, and smiled slightly.She stretched out her hand unsteadily, and the sleeves slid off, and her bright wrist fell into the night, adding a touch of frail jade white.She lightly touched Fang Zhiyuan's face with her fingertips, and said, "The moon...beautiful."

The moment Fang Zhiyuan was touched by her hand, Fang Zhiyuan couldn't help taking a breath, his heart was seized like that, and he couldn't get it back.

If you think it looks good, then you can look at it more.

Fang Zhiyuan couldn't keep his eyes open, she caressed that hand indiscriminately, this time it was demure and obedient, and never ran away.The moment the hands touched each other, the fingers were as warm as touching a cup of warm tea in a cold cellar, and half of the body crisped involuntarily.Fang Zhiyuan thought of her sleeping on the same mattress with Xiao Qiu, going to the street with Yanxia on his arm, talking with Qingping's hand, but it was... the first time for him to touch her fingernails.She didn't dare to hold it hard, every inch of her skin was horribly beautiful, and she was afraid that it would shatter if touched.From the fingertips, to the knuckles, to the slight creases behind the knuckles, she rubbed gently all the way, feeling as soft as the petals of a hibiscus, numb as a clump of short grass, and itchy as a kitten licking the palm, which made her linger , but I don’t know why, but I feel pity in my heart, like the snow powder that has just fallen on the jade steps, small, delicate, with a trace of coolness, and it is melted by the full heat as soon as I get it.

Now she admits that she is drunk, Su Di's wine can't make her drunk, but a light touch is enough.She would like to faint now.

But the eyes of the person in his arms suddenly became blurred, and Feixu instantly became confused: "But it's in the water."

It is the sound of cold water hitting the stone, and the diversion water splashes in all directions, and the evil spirit is cleared in an instant.

Guan Yuzheng's hand slipped down immediately, Fang Zhiyuan's grip was too light and he couldn't grasp it.

She plunged into Fang Zhiyuan's arms again, and said in a trembling voice: "Flowers are also beautiful."

"But in the mirror..."

She held on to Fang Zhiyuan's clothes tightly, her body couldn't stop shaking, and she sobbed softly: "I'm homesick..."

There are thousands of courtyards, but none of them look like old homes.The cold pillow is frightened frequently, the quilt is half embraced, and there are vaguely earnest teachings in the ear.In the cold pavilion with empty steps, seeing the pleasures in the world, I don't consciously destroy the clouds and feel sad.

Home is far away, even a glass of good wine can't be delivered, home is far away, even a night of sleepy dreams can't go back.

The grief never seemed to leave, and the wound never seemed to heal, but it found an opportunity to spread wantonly and burst for no reason.

Fang Zhiyuan hugged her without saying a word, she lowered her gaze, and suddenly lost the feeling of emotion.Autumn has come early, the weeds in the mountains are turning yellow, the autumn chrysanthemums are covered with a layer of frost, the chirping of the chilling cicadas outside the window has ceased to sound, the thin branches are swaying away the dead leaves, and the coolness can’t cover the crazy growth after the banquet, which is full of heart.

It's cold, it's piercingly cold, but it's just because the heart was hot at the time, and the feeling was strong at the time, so I didn't notice it.

Fang Zhiyuan stopped his trembling heart, stabilized his right hand, Dun Mo stroked his sweetheart's trembling back forcefully, closed his eyes when he was depressed, and responded one after another:

"I give you."

"I give you."

"I give you."

……

The bustle downstairs has completely dissipated, the moon in the sky has completely disappeared, the greetings for closing the booth, and the songs in my ears seem to have not stopped, but they have already stopped.

No matter how fragrant the overflowing incense, no matter how sweet the aftertaste of the wine on the tip of the tongue, no matter how colorful the banquet with lights is, it will end.

No matter how long the road is, there is an end.

But I have a place in my heart that will always be reserved for you.

When the snow is over the mountains, I will put on a fur robe and sweep a way home for you in the freezing night.

Boil the initialized mountain spring water, make a pot of your favorite spring tea, use firewood to smoke out green smoke, and tell you the direction of your home.

Where you grew up, I have been.

If you want to...

We followed the reform of the Guan family's yard, built a stone wall, spread a side of vines, and planted a loquat tree. I will carve a seal and inscribe a door plaque for you.

If you don't want to, then...

We collected a nest of swallows, planted a hedge of hibiscus, weighed a small boat, and went to explore the reeds by the river.

We write a line of small characters in front of the green window, confessing a bay of wind and moon, occupying all the stars in the sky, and floating the entire dawn.

We wake up in the morning with hairpin flowers, eat with hairpin flowers, make tea after we have a full meal, paint after brewing tea, and sit tiredly by the lamp after calligraphy and painting, watching the moonlight under the window.

This means that there is no delay.

Fang Zhiyuan was completely confused, at this moment she was just a clumsy lover, following her lover's longing wish, tremblingly offering the best things.

A lonely lamp in Wan Lai night.

I give you.

A bowl of ginger tea after a shower.

I give you.

A bed of cotton wool on a copper cover.

I give you.

Fang's account book.

I give you.

I.

to you too.

And where is she a family member?She doesn't even have herself.But when two people embrace each other in the middle of the night when breath is frosty, they become a family.

Nowhere is more like home than here.

An unspeakable feeling came to my heart suddenly.

Who doesn't wander for a long time?Who is not responsible for teachers and friends?

Guan Yuzheng was sailing aimlessly in the dark night, and Fang Zhiyuan was the light that made her find the direction.

Fang Zhiyuan carved out land in the dry well for the camp, and Guan Yuzheng was the light that made her feel warm.

No one spoke, and no one could recover from the shock just now.

Guan Yuxuan originally only wanted to get into her arms to seek support and warmth in a slightly cold and chilling night, but he did not expect that that embrace would also give her strength and courage, turning her who had never shown her beauty into a fragile child, saying A word of homesickness.She never thought that she could find a home here.

At this moment, Fang Zhiyuan just wanted to give her a home wholeheartedly. For this reason, she extinguished the candle, washed away her pride, covered her fragility in the unbearable night, and crushed her in endless paleness.

Sure enough, standing in place, everything remains the same, taking a step, Vientiane will give back to treasures.

Now, their hearts can be settled.They all know that only a firm heart can keep them going.

Cross the mountains, untie the knots in your heart, cast aside your burdens, abandon the hustle and bustle, just be a bowl of water in the arms of your sweetheart, and only be a piece of porcelain protecting your sweetheart.

That night, the past was overwhelmed.

Fang Zhiyuan thought of the rough sea.

Guan Yufu thought of the cold prison.

The curtains and shadows are mottled, the noise in the street is exhausted, the night is long, and the wind is rustling.

The two leaned on each other like two pieces of duckweed.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival.

spend well.full moon.

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Sauvignon Blanc

Lin Ping

Sauvignon Blanc, meaning uneasy.

The fragrant trees are mixed and confused,

The small court strolls in thin clothes and cold.

Full of worries and thoughts, follow the clouds,

Riding alone over the mountains.

Good people shake their pens and sigh.

The fragrance of Yangchun condenses in the jade cup,

Gao Ge holds a cup to express joy.

Before the candle and under the moon, we promise each other,

Duckweed swims together.

Sauvignon Blanc, two-phase look.

The author has something to say:

Highlights: two-way redemption.

Sauvignon Blanc, regardless of the beginning and the end, the first two sentences are about the same turning point in the life of Yuyu and Zhiyuan, and the last two sentences are about tonight, and Yangchun is another name for peach blossom.