Jinmu Qingli

Mu Qingli took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and said in a trembling voice: "When did Wei Young brew that flower?"

Hua Weiyang smiled after hearing this, "Counting this year, it may be more than 60 years."

The wind blowing outside the window brought a few flower petals, and they fell into the glass of wine sparsely. The petals of Xinzi swirled, and the round and shiny fingertips like white jade touched the wine in the glass lightly. Make waves.

Mu Qingli was startled, his face turned pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably. JoeVen looked at Mu Qingli worriedly, his eyes darkened.

"Then Wei Young, who have you been waiting for for more than sixty years?"

"Wait for a person named Mu Qingli, I know I have to wait for this person since I first arrived." Hua Weiyang raised her wine glass to signal Mu Qingli, then covered her face with her wide sleeves and drank it down.

Mu Qingli also picked up the wine glass, but was stopped by Joe Ven, "Let me drink it for you."

"This brother is from a foreign country, this is Huaguo wine, I'm afraid it's not suitable." Hua Weiyang raised her eyes to look at the wine that JoeVen took, the smile on the corner of her mouth faded, she glanced at JoeVen lightly, lightly Said loudly.

"Young Master, you will know when you come in, drink it." Hua Weiyang's voice was slightly hoarse, and she looked at Mu Qingli with peach blossom eyes, just like every frown and smile at the beginning, but now there is a little hope and brilliance .

Mu Qingli took the quilt from JoeVen's hand, "Xiaomu..." JoeVen frowned and looked at Mu Qingli, unwilling to let go of his hand.

"It's okay, since he asked me to drink it, it's time for me to drink this acacia wine that has been brewed for more than [-] years." The person with an indifferent face and the corners of his mouth turned up raised his head and drank it. There was a clear feeling in his throat. It was not too spicy, but the peach blossom wine spread in the internal organs and the tip of the nose accompanied by the smell of hyacinth.

"Hua Weiyang, can I call you Huaqu?" Mu Qingli was a little drunk, and there was some water vapor in his eyes.

"Young master's eyes are so beautiful." Hua Weiyang put her hands on her chin, squinted and smiled at Mu Qingli, "Weiyang next night."

Hearing this, Mu Qingli's eyes became more and more foggy. How could he ever forget that the person in front of him gave him these eyes?Ye Weiyang stood up and walked to the window, his eyes were full of emotions that Mu Qingli couldn't understand, the wind outside the window suddenly became a little bit stronger, three thousand black hairs were flying in the wind, some of them were blown onto Hua Weiyang's handsome and monstrous face Up, Hua Weiyang looked at the scenery outside the window, and sang: "How is the night? The night is young, the light of the garden. The gentleman will stop, and the voice of the luan will come."

Mu Qingli sniffed, took the flagon and drank a glass for himself.

"What's the night like? The night is not Ai Ting's burning. The gentleman is at it's end, and the sound of the luan is humming."

Qingfeng carried the singing to Mu Qingli and JoeVen's ears with a slight amount. It wasn't the first time he heard him sing, but this time he had too much emotion, so much that he was physically and mentally exhausted.The wine in the purple sand pot was drained little by little, Mu Qingli threw down the quilt, stood up and sang in unison: "How is the night? The night is like the morning, and the courtyard is bright. When a gentleman stops, watch his flag."

Hua Weiyang turned her head and leaned against the fence, tilting her head and looking at Mu Qingli for a moment, beautiful as a painting, it's okay not to disturb, just be safe.

"My lord," Hua Weiyang opened her hands, and the hyacinths planted downstairs were carried upstairs by the wind, blowing one by one into the window, "Maybe you hug me?"

Mu Qinglihong stared at the person who was as fragile as a piece of thin paper, and rushed into the embrace that had been waiting for a long time without hesitation, buried her head in the broad and strong chest, the tip of her nose was full of the smell of hyacinth, and her black hair hit him. Wrapping a little around her body, Ye Weiyang smiled at the corners of her mouth, hugged the person in her arms tightly with both hands, and looked down at the person who couldn't stop crying.

"I kept you waiting for a long time." Mu Qingli couldn't control the tears any longer, and she poured out to soak the bright red and enchanting costume, and buried her head choked with sobs.

Ye Weiyang smiled lightly, and gently stroked Mu Qingli's hair with her slender fingertips.

JoeVen looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes were wet. He clearly saw Ye Weiyang's body gradually melting, turning into petals and blowing away in the wind.

When Mu Qingli raised his head, he saw the enchanting and handsome outline of Huaqu turned into hyacinth petals, which were carried to every place outside and fell to every place in the room in the wind blowing from the window, even on him. Covered with that blossoming white.

"No...Are you leaving again?" Mu Qingli stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes in disbelief, not letting go of any detail, remembering every expression, every corner of the brow, Deep in my heart.

Ye Weiyang had a smile at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with feelings that contradicted it, and his bright red lips parted lightly -----

"My residence, the peak of the green stem."

"No -----" Mu Qingli hugged Ye Weiyang tightly.

"My travels are in Hongmeng space."

"Stop, don't talk anymore..." Mu Qingli stretched out his hand to caress the cheek that was about to disappear, and petals passed through the white hand and fell on the trembling palm.

"Who will die with me, who will I follow?"

"Wooooow---don't talk!" The tears in the corners of Mu Qingli's eyes flowed more and more fiercely.

"Indistinct and indistinct, return to the great wilderness!"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Qingli only felt that there was no such heart-warming warmth in his arms that made his heart beat and made him anxious.

"Xiaomu..." JoeVen walked over gently, looking at Mu Qingli with unbearable eyes.

"Don't..." Mu Qingli gradually knelt down on the petal-covered wooden floor with the clothes falling from his arms, buried his tear-stained face in the clothes, and hugged him tightly with both hands, thinking that the person was still there. .

The wind outside the window kept blowing, blowing down the flowers all over the ground, and the bead curtain was full of fragrant wind, the flowers bloomed and withered, and there were thousands of bitterness.