sun and moon return

The heavy snow had stopped, and when the window was opened, the snow fell in a flutter. The red plums outside the courtyard were lush and lush. With the spiritual power of the wood spirit beads, Xuecheng finally regained some vitality.

The person on the couch was still sleeping, his expression was calm and natural, no different from usual, although his spiritual roots were destroyed, his body seemed to be recovering day by day, but he didn't wake up.

"Mother!"

Zhe Li raised his head, Yun Ya was hurriedly pushing the door in, holding two red plums in his hand, hiding behind him timidly, reaching out to hug his calf.

Zheli looked out of the window, and there was a person standing under the plum grove, which was as dense as red clouds, and it was evening fragrance.

Her eyes followed Yun Ya into the room, felt Zhe Li's gaze, and when she raised her eyes to respond, there was still a sense of loss and helplessness that had not dissipated.

Yun Ya timidly opened her big eyes and looked at her.

"Don't be afraid." Zheli reached out to touch his head, picked him up, put him on a chair and sat down.

Yun Ya obediently put the red plum in her hand in a jade-colored vase on the table by the window, and secretly looked out of the window.

"Just practice calligraphy in the room." Zheli settled him down and went outside.

Seeing him coming out, Wan Xiang smiled, and shook the wine in her hand at him: "Old wine."

The snow was soft, and Zheli walked slowly to the plum tree.

When Yun Ya lived with Wan Xiang, she learned some of her bad habits and fell in love with drinking.But since he regressed to childhood, Zheli never allowed him to drink again.

"Since it is an old wine, don't spoil it." He politely refused.

Wan Xiang didn't care, she put the wine under the red plum tree, covered her palms, and buried it in snow: "Then hide it here, and bring it when there are happy events."

The wine jar was covered with snow, Wan Xiang looked at the plum forest in front of her and sighed, "It's been almost ten years."

Zheli could hear the melancholy in her sighs, he had been guarding a person who didn't know his life or death for ten years, and she had been waiting for a person who didn't want to see him again for ten years.

Speaking of which, he is considered a sympathetic idiot.

"Yes, ten years."

From a few sparse red plum trees to the lush green one, he has no intention of counting the time that has passed, whether it is ten years or twenty years, in the days when he is not awake, it is just a blank time.

"Don't worry, Yunya is doing well here." Zheli said.

Wan Xiang lowered her eyes in silence, with a self-deprecating smile on her lips: "That's right, it's better if he's with you than with me."

Yun Ya is innocent by nature, his liking for Wan Xiang is as unreasonable and unreserved as love at first sight.

He endured pain to transform for her, brave and sincere.

It is often such unreserved dedication and being let down that makes him so decisive.

He has completely given up on that memory and emotion.

Ten years is not a short period of time. During the hundreds of years Wan Xiang wandered around the human world, she was so at ease looking for pleasure.

It's not that she didn't think about letting herself go, but the wine entered her heart, but she felt sour; playing with flowers, her heart was at a loss.

As if something was missing, my heart was empty.

Even if it was to give her a chance to apologize to him, he never even gave it such a chance, and he resolutely chose to give it up.

This also made Wan Xiang understand that in a relationship, there is no winner, and if you are emotional, you lose.

After staying for a while, after asking about Feidao's situation, Wan Xiang bid farewell.

Zheli turned around, and saw Yunya sticking out her head from behind the door, looking around vigilantly, confirming that she was really gone, then ran out happily, went around a plum tree skillfully, picked up the plum tree and put it on the snow. Candied haws wrapped in the ground.

Seeing his happy face, Zheli couldn't help laughing, and squatted in front of him: "I've eaten so many candied haws, sister, why are you still so scared?"

Yun Ya took out the candied haws and put it into her mouth, she looked at Zhe Li with her puffed cheeks and big flickering eyes, as if she didn't quite understand.

Zheli shook his head and sighed.

When he returned to the room, there were pens and ink on the table, ghostly symbols made by Yun Ya on the paper, and a delicate pink flower was painted in the corner.

Zhe Li raised his eyes, Yun Ya sat in front of the door, happily enjoying the candied haws in his hand.

"Yunya, what is this?" Zheli pointed to Xiaohua and asked him.

He glanced back, biting the candied haws in his mouth, his face full of innocence.

After a long while, I seemed to come to my senses, and answered vaguely and casually, holding the candied haws: "She."

"Her?" Zheli thought for a while, "That sister just now?"

Yun Ya nodded: "She is a flower."

"How do you know she is Hua?" Zheli squatted in front of him, trying to find some traces of concealment from his expression.

Yun Ya's eyes are full of innocence, pointing to the plum blossoms outside: "It's fragrant."

Zhe Li couldn't help but sighed while holding his forehead, stood up and patted Yun Ya's head.