The Book on the Pillow: The Sea and Moonlight

-spring-

Since the breath of chaos in the six realms was dispelled, the world seemed to wake up overnight, get rid of the burden of many years, and regain a new life.It's just that during the ten years of Spring and Autumn, when people from all walks of life celebrated, only they dared not present their happiness in front of Bai Fengjiu, the empress of Taichen Palace.

In mid-spring, outside the wall is a noisy spring scene where all things grow, but inside the wall is a lonely and lonely empty courtyard. With compassion and pity, all the people in the palace keep their footsteps to the lightest and their voices to the lowest. It sounds like nine heavens. , Majestic nature, but in fact, it is afraid that the public will arouse the mood of the empress.

It's not that easy to put it down and pick it up, pick it up and put it down again.

Just after the sixth day of February, after two days, Feng Jiu slowly put away all the items on the table.

Two light blue glazed porcelain teacups of Shengbi Fuchun, a box of hibiscus flower paste with thin slits on the hands, several amber sugar foxes in the exquisite storage box, and a pinch of flowers peeking out from the faded embroidered purse. Silver and black intertwined long hair.

She put them in the cabinet beside the couch. The copper handle on the cabinet door was polished brightly, and there were a lot of things neatly packed inside the cabinet, but she just tapped it with her scallion fingers, and did not It means to take it out.

The white sandalwood in the furnace was about to burn out, so she thought about it and did not continue.

Today is a good weather, she should go out for a walk.Gun Gun and You You have looked here several times from a distance, she thought, the children should not be worried.

Feng Jiu changed into a rare green shirt, with scattered branches entwined on the secret color base, stretching upwards against the light, full of vigor.The slightly long skirt slid across the golden masonry in the corridor, and the slight rustling sound was like the footsteps of spring.

She didn't want to live her life as a sad woman full of sorrow, life still had to go on.

Passing by the flower garden, Fengjiu found two mulberry plants in the regular hedge of the Taichen Palace, with cylindrical branches, egg-shaped green leaves, and small sawtooth on the outer edge. It's more like a velvet than a stabbing.They are carefully hidden behind a clump of ditangs. The two are about the same height and the leaves are somewhat similar. It is indeed not so easy to find.

"Tu Mi does not compete for spring, and loneliness blooms the last." She lightly touched the trembling leaves, slightly parted her red lips, and whispered a sentence.

Tumi, the flower of doom, the flower of separation, how pitiful it is!

The servant who bowed and waited trembled, thinking that this ominous trick had made the empress taboo, and was about to get rid of the two uninvited guests while pleading guilty, but was stopped by Feng Jiu: "Why are the flowers and plants? Keep them!" !"

In the end, the steps of leaving took two minutes to meander.

The four seasons of thirteen days are too realistic, and the faint sound of thunder can be heard in the solar term of Awakening Zhes.

Feng Jiu listened to it for a long while, and always felt that a certain fragment in her memory was evoked.Still thinking about the tea just now, she took a sip from the cup of tea on the table, looked outside and remained silent.

Youyou, who was drinking tea with mother, took a peek at Feng Jiu, and she tugged at her billowing sleeves: "Do you feel that mother is becoming more and more like father?"

Gun Gun's slightly warning gaze made her stop, and You You knew that it was her elder brother who was blaming her for "which pot should not be opened and which pot to carry", so she couldn't help sticking out her tongue like a little girl.

When the fairy servant came over to refill the tea, the two returned to their unfathomable godly appearance.

A pair of rolling sons and daughters were fishing by the lotus pond, and a pool of carp was shaken and fled in all directions by misfortune.

The largest golden carp was held in An An's arms, opening its mouth hopelessly, preparing for its end.According to legends in the family, the ancestors had a similar experience a long time ago.It whimpered and thought, it is too late to beg for mercy at this time.

The little guy was attracted by something else: "Huh?"

Under the worry-free tree, there is a fairyland, and the purple brilliance changes from dark to bright among the overlapping branches of green leaves, which is particularly conspicuous.

The little guy's eyes lit up, he quickly dropped the fish in his hand, ran up to have a look, and stretched out his little hand into the ball of light without fear.

A slender figure gradually appeared in the light, with a handsome face, Xiaoxiao solemn, a slightly tired look on the sharp-edged face, eyes slightly closed, slightly raised silver threads scattered on the moon-white robe, and the corners of the robe were just right. It happened to be held in An An's little hand.

"Grandpa? You're back!" The smiling little boy hugged the man.

The clear voice of the child stirred up waves like a stone, and everyone in the hall stood up from their seats.

Feng Jiu felt her heart beating suddenly, bang bang bang bang, as if she was responding to the drumbeat of opening up the world.She rushed to the entrance of the hall and saw the man standing under the tree. Her mind was buzzing, and her feet seemed to be extremely heavy. She didn't know which one to step out of first, and she was completely at a loss.

The two children supported their crumbling mother, one on the left and the other on the right, and they were also very happy.

The person under the tree looked this way, with a look of sadness and joy, and tenderness on his handsome face: "Xiaobai—"

"Donghua...Donghua!"

The golden carp, which escaped to the sky, swam back and forth in the water a few times in disbelief, and found a group of people huddled together under the tree. No one cared about it, which slipped through the net, and finally spit out a bunch of bubbles in peace , sink to the bottom.

The dull thunder has stopped.Somewhere, insects chirped and chirped, as if a floodgate had been opened, and echoes came from inside and outside the palace walls.

-summer-

Feng Jiu woke up just after dawn.

These days, she has been in a daze. At first, she wanted to confirm whether it was her Donghua who came back. Later, she felt that the two of them had missed so much time. It is really necessary to cherish every moment of reunion. How could they waste their good years on sleep!

The arms around her waist exuded a steady stream of warmth, enclosing her in the territory, which made people feel at ease.She folded her hands with his, and intertwined her fingers, intimately.After playing with her fingers for a while, You felt unsatisfied, so she turned around carefully.

Donghua slept very deeply, and he has been a little sleepy these days.Feng Jiu knew that it would not be easy for him to come back. Although she remembered that there were still some unresolved doubts, but she couldn't bear to see him like this, so she wanted to wait for him to recuperate for a while.

He hadn't changed much since he left, but he was much thinner, and his facial features, which were already well-defined, were more like knives and axes. Only when he fell asleep peacefully did he weaken this harshness a bit.Yingting's brows were slightly frowned, as if something was always lingering in her heart, Feng Jiu couldn't help but reach out to smooth those wrinkled marks.

Although the lifespan of gods is much longer than that of mortals, most of them maintain their appearance when they are young and middle-aged.But the years will not be without traces, the longer you live, the more vicissitudes and vicissitudes of life will be seen in your eyes, it is not easy to be calm and indifferent, how can you have the pure and flawless eyes like a baby?It's just something that ordinary people can't tolerate.

Thinking about it carefully, she has gone from the innocent young fox in Qingqiu to today, and she has passed through the endless years in the eyes of ordinary people. She has become a legend among many immortals, and even their children have long since become Megatron. A giant and powerful person on one side, not to mention a god like Donghua from ancient times!She and Donghua are no longer the same as when they first met, they are not young anymore!

But this can't be heard by the stingy old god, whoever wants to mention "oldness" to him, keep the little shoes and wear them enough!

Looking at him, she felt joy in her heart, and filled her bosom with a cool breath, feeling much more energetic.Seeing that it was already dawn, she got up lightly.When you are in a good mood, you want to make something to eat. Let’s make Wuyou Cake today!

During breakfast, An An was still circling Donghua: "Are you really a grandpa?" This was a question that had troubled the little guy for several months. Different people always have doubts and always feel that there is something wrong.

Feng Jiu had already told Donghua about what happened before, and it was because of this that she confirmed the identity of the person in front of her.But for An An, who is only 10 years old, the "grandpa" he met for the first time in his life was not the one who came back after [-] years, and it was rare for him to be keenly aware of the difference.

Seeing him tilting his head to look at Donghua, Feng Jiu pinched An An's cheek pretending to be reproachful: "Of course! What is this little head thinking!"

The little guy rubbed the soft flesh that was pinched red by Feng Jiu, and said helplessly: "Oh, okay. Can grandpa come to teach me how to practice sword later?"

Before Donghua could speak, Feng Jiu interjected, "What kind of sword practice just after breakfast! Have you done your other homework?"

"There are also Buddhist principles..." An An was a little dejected.

"Well, you can ask Grandpa about this!" Feng Jiu winked at Donghua, thinking that she had made the best arrangement, but ignored the slight unnaturalness on Donghua's face.

After breakfast, Feng Jiula Donghua came to the garden for a walk.

Compared with three months ago, there are many more colors in the garden, so colorful and lively.Ditang bloomed golden flowers, the single petals were light and clear, and the double petals were layered on top of each other. Several plants were full of hydrangea-like festive.

In contrast, Tumi is slower, and gradually blooms from the appearance of a flower bone, revealing a flawless jade white.However, the two solitary plants will inevitably appear thin and weak in the crowded scenery.

Feng Jiu recalled what happened when she discovered Tumi, and said it as a joke: "Others say it heralds separation. Didn't you come back that day? It can be seen that people can't blame everything else for their emotions! It's because of this. Not everyone knows whether it is a fruit, or whether it is the result of the result. Come and see, it is such a lovely flower!"

She pointed out Tumi who was moving slightly in the wind to Donghua, but she didn't notice his momentary stiffness.

Donghua changed the subject: "I didn't expect Xiaobai to talk about the truth now! Just now I asked An An about her homework. Well, who got a headache when they heard the Buddhist lectures?"

"That happened so many years ago! Now I'm not an ignorant little fox!" Feng Jiu curled her lips, and she couldn't help using a coquettish tone to Donghua, but she just wanted to emphasize, "If you want to lie to me now! It's not that easy."

Not wanting Donghua to focus on this, he took Feng Jiu over and whispered in her ear: "No, you have always been my little fox!"

There was deep affection in the voice, Feng Jiu's heart warmed up, and she looked up at him, seeing that he was smiling, with lowered brows, looking very contented, she couldn't help but also smiled knowingly.

In the afternoon, An'an really came to Donghua for homework guidance.

He took out the textbook of Buddhism class, climbed onto Donghua and sat down familiarly, opened a page, pointed to a paragraph and asked, "Grandpa, I don't understand this part very well, can you explain it to me?"

Donghua's hands around the child's waist were tightened, and he said kindly: "Why don't An An tell Grandpa first, what do you think?"

"This paragraph says 'accurately know that people have no self, dharma has no self, and can know the two kinds of obstacles as it really is', and it also says 'understand all dharmata, everything is empty and selfless', how to explain?"

Donghua answered without haste, but his heart was relaxed: "Human beings are the combination of the five aggregates, and there is no self who is the real master. This is human without self; dharma is born of causes and conditions, and there is no permanent and unchangeable dharma. There is no self for the law."

"This is about humans, so what about other races? Is this the same for the Celestial Race and the Demon Race?" the little guy asked.

"Since you are in the Six Realms, why is it different?" He deserved it.

"What about you, Grandpa? They all say that you are the most powerful god in the world!" An An's eyes sparkled with reverence.

"Who can jump out of the Six Realms?" Donghua stroked Xiaowa'er's soft hair, and after a long while, he added in a vague way, "...there are many people who think they can dominate..."

Feng Jiu brought melons and fruits, and seeing An An's thoughtful face, Donghua felt a little bit sad, wondering what profound topic the two of them were discussing.

Recently, Gun Gun and You You went to Taichen Palace whenever they had something to do. It was just that after the father came back, the atmosphere in the palace was really relaxed. Seeing that the mother was full of energy because of her happiness, the brothers and sisters were really happy.

On this day, Youyou mysteriously came to Donghua with something: "Father, Father, my daughter has something, please point me to it!"

For this daughter, Donghua always wants to be more indulgent: "Where are you going to turn the world upside down?"

"How can my father look down on my daughter so much? I'm doing a serious job!" She spread the carefully prepared things on the table indignantly, "This is "The Record of Strange Beasts" that my daughter has traveled all over the world over the years. , most of them are I have encountered, can you show me if there are any omissions?"

Speaking of this, You You started to talk endlessly: "Si Ming is a weak scholar, but he thought he was great after compiling "36 Strategies for Your Victory in the Four Seas and Eight Desolations", and he looked like he was powerless. Who can win? I have actually fought this!" After complaining about Si Ming, he did not forget to give Donghua a handful, "Father also made a map of the four seas and eight deserts back then, so he must know everything well. If you don't want my father, you can still do this!"

Donghua said calmly: "Not only have you beaten it, but I've probably tasted it a lot! How does it taste?"

"Tsk tsk, most of them are rough and thick, hard to swallow! But He Luo in the Infinite Abyss of the Northern Wilderness can still eat it..." The majestic Eastern Wilderness's recollection is the same as the one who gnawed her fingers and craved the food in her father's hand when she was young. The little fox cub was no different, it took a while for her to realize that she was being tricked by her father.

Donghua joked unceremoniously: "You can write recipes in the next book, don't waste your talent!"

Youyou, who was squeezed out by his father, stomped his feet, put down the "Alien Beast" that he was asked to point out, and turned to complain to his mother.

Donghua maintained his smile until Youyou left. He touched the notebook on the table and frowned slightly.

After eating zongzi, it will be the sixth day of May.

This day was regarded as the day when Feng Jiu and Donghua got married. Whether Donghua proposed marriage to Fox Emperor Baizhi after the Bingzang ceremony, or held a make-up wedding after the dust settled, the choice was always on the sixth day of May.No wonder she woke up beaming in the morning.

When she woke up early, she struggled with Donghua to pick out her clothes and put on her makeup.Later, I felt that it was not innovative enough, so I changed the red color to indigo blue on my own initiative, hoping to give him a surprise, which is also a nostalgia for the past.

At the family reunion at the luncheon, Youyou was the sweetest. Seeing Fengjiu dressed up, she repeatedly praised: "Mother is so beautiful today! I think the list of beauties compiled by Si Ming is just tossing around. How can there be any beauties from all over the world? Deserving of the grace of my mother! The name does not match the reality, deceitful!" The way she frowned and shook her head amused everyone at the table.

Feng Jiu nodded Youyou's forehead: "You girl, where did you learn to be so glib! Let your sister-in-law laugh at you!"

Youyou took a look at Ash who was sitting on the edge of the roll, and said nonchalantly, "Sister-in-law Ashu can't make jokes! She thinks so too, doesn't she, sister-in-law?" Hua's sleeve, "Father, please say a few words, what you say is my mother's favorite!"

Donghua's stern eyebrows were especially soft today, he looked at Feng Jiu and boasted: "Youyou is right, Xiaobai, red suits you best!"

Unexpectedly, when a word was uttered, everyone was startled.

Feng Jiu was also stunned, she was indeed wearing a red dress in the morning, but she changed it later.I don't know what it sensed, and my heart suddenly beat a few times.

After calming down, she took out a brand new purse from her bosom and handed it to Donghua, trying to keep her tone as calm as possible: "Don't talk about me! Look at how lovely this purse is, I specially chose purple, and the buddha bell flower on it is a waste of time." I have a lot of thoughts!"

Donghua took it and smiled at her: "Don't worry about Xiaobai, I like everything you do!"

Everyone looked at the hands of the two, the crow-blue purse was clearly embroidered with three more nine pictures.

There was a moment of stagnation in the room.

Feng Jiu felt like falling into an ice cave, she stepped forward and held Donghua's hand tightly, and asked in a trembling voice: "Donghua...can you not see?"

-Autumn-

It had been raining for several days, and the twigs that had bloomed so fragrantly not long ago withered a lot, and the remaining flowers were scattered in the nearby soil.The few remaining branches were beaten by the rain, only the protruding stamens are very strong against the wind and rain.There are small fruits in twos and threes on the vines, but they are still very green, trembling slightly and hiding under the leaves.

Although there will be no "one autumn rain and one cold" in Jiuchongtian, due to the poor mood of the emperor and empress, the Thirteenth Heaven has a tendency to go from midsummer to late autumn.

Donghua leaned on the couch and listened to the rain.

Since he lost his eyes, his sense of hearing has become more sensitive, and he can listen when he can't see. The sounds that he didn't pay attention to before have become more clear, and he has outlined the world for him.Just like that, the raindrops hitting the stone steps, raindrops falling on the lotus pond, and raindrops clinging to the flowers and plants all have different scales and timbres, echoing like a ditty.

The people around him were sewing something rustlingly, and from time to time there could be the rustling of fabric and the swishing of needles and threads.The pleasant sweet fragrance entered his nostrils, which made him relax.

He leaned back to take the tea on the side of the table, and only then did he realize that a cup of tea with a suitable temperature had been stuffed into his hands, he couldn't help but bend his eyebrows and eyes, and took a sip with pleasure.

Putting down the teacup, he changed his posture and faced Feng Jiu, but what he was thinking of was the way she lowered her pink neck and concentrated on embroidering veils for herself before, with a unique radiance shining all over her body, softening the years.

Filled with warmth, Donghua called out, "Xiaobai, Xiaobai?"

Unexpectedly, the person on the opposite side didn't say a word, but the actions of his hands didn't seem to stop.

He blinked, lowered his voice and said pitifully, "Xiaobai, it's so boring to lie here, talk to me!"

The person on the opposite side seemed to have never heard of it, and still ignored it.

Donghua moved on the couch, and leaned over unwillingly: "Xiaobai? What are you, hiss—" He wanted to grab Feng Jiu's hand, but unfortunately he couldn't see and missed his head, and grabbed her at once. On the sewing needle she was holding, she was caught off guard and pricked her hand.

A catkin hit him on the hand: "Tell you to move!" The bloody fingers were stuffed into the mouth, and the soft tip of the tongue twirled around the wound a few times, the reproach was still unbroken, "You can't just lie down. Well!"

Her frowning look didn't frighten Donghua, but it made his heart bloom, but there was still a grievance on his face: "It's not because you ignored me!"

Today's Feng Jiu didn't like this, she threw down his hand and said with a serious face: "How long will the emperor perfunctory me? Didn't you say what I asked you that day? Do you still recognize me as your emperor?" back?"

Although Donghua can't see, but with his own cultivation, his eyes are not completely black. He can more or less perceive the living and moving objects. In order to be familiar with the orientation and appearance.The most powerless thing is to identify calligraphy, painting and colors, which is why Feng Jiu accidentally discovered the loophole more than a month ago.

That day probably scared the little fox and the fox cubs, one or two surrounded him and wouldn't let him go.Feng Jiu asked repeatedly: "How did you get hurt? Are there any other injuries?"

These two questions are not so easy to answer, otherwise he would not have sealed a memory of her before leaving.He didn't want to lie to her. In fact, it was difficult to find an excuse to lie to her again.However, silence obviously can't solve the problem. These days, Xiaobai's resentment is getting bigger and bigger, and now he even put down the words "recognize the empress or not", which is not serious.

He remembered that someone told him that in fact, he could be more honest, otherwise the road between the two of them would become narrower and narrower.

At the beginning, he thought he would never see her again so he chose to seal her. He only hoped to make her feel better, but now that the situation is different, how long can he hide it?Although he couldn't see Feng Jiu's expression, her anger was on the verge of breaking out, and she might abandon him in the next moment, which made him more uncomfortable than the pain!

Donghua got up and hugged Feng Jiu, the little fox stubbornly refused to talk to him, and struggled to get out of his arms.

He took her hand and said seriously: "Didn't you want to know the answer? Come, let me show you something!" He gently placed his palm on the top of her head, and comforted: "Close your eyes, don't be afraid, it's all in the past It's over!"

Feng Jiu looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what kind of medicine he sold in the gourd, just about to speak, a sharp pain suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, and a ball of white light exploded in front of her eyes, just about to exclaim, a large section of deja vu memories flooded like a tide Like hit.

Time went back quickly, and 10 years ago, she saw in her memory the wounded Rolling, the black clouds covering the sky, the weak and dying herself, and the grief-stricken Donghua. Huh, and the last "take care" that fell on my ears...

Each frame bears the imprint of time, but it is so vivid that it seems to have happened yesterday. The emotions that were hidden somewhere were revived instantly, and when she woke up, tears were streaming down her face.

So many things happened in the 100 years before we parted!It turned out that both she and Gun Gun had suffered such severe injuries!It turns out that the answers to her doubts are all hidden here!

She sobbed and asked Donghua: "Your eyes are because of rolling?" Although in her memory, she was also concealed to death, but looking back, there are traces to follow. If she really reached the critical point of life and death, shouldn't she Because of the eyes, then the answer is obvious.

Donghua took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears: "...he hurt his eyes that day, and the beast that hurt him was infected by the breath of chaos, and the wound deteriorated beyond repair, so I gave him mine..."

"For so many years, I didn't find out! Donghua, you have kept it from me so hard!" Feng Jiu blamed herself after being shocked, how could she not pay attention at all?In fact, he has already shown his feet. He no longer reviews Buddhist scriptures, no longer dances with words, no longer makes incense and burns pottery, and no longer does those delicate jobs.In order not to let her find out, he did not know how many times he practiced secretly before he could walk calmly as usual.

"You didn't tell Gun Gun, why didn't you tell me!" She pushed his hand away fiercely, not letting the child know that it was understandable because she was afraid that he would feel guilty, but why did she even hide it from her wife?She didn't even have the chance to share it for him!Feng Jiu was full of grievances and had nothing to vent.

She choked up and wanted to ask: "What about me? How did you save me?"

"Xiaobai..." Hearing her crying miserably, Donghua hesitated whether to continue, but she hid her outstretched hand.

"Tell me!" she said firmly.

Donghua had no choice but to hug the stubborn little fox from behind, and whispered in her ear: "It was my fault that day, which caused you to be injured. When I found out, it was almost impossible to recover... So, I put my My heart is given to you..."

The person in his arms trembled violently, and he carefully stroked her cheek to try to ease the atmosphere: "'I wish to have one heart and one heart, and the white head will never be apart', Xiaobai, look, we have already done it...my heart is long After thousands of years, it will be given to you after all..."

"...Why?" Feng Jiu's shoulders shook violently, and even her voice was a little unsteady. At this moment, she couldn't tell whether she was asking him or herself.

When he got here, Donghua calmed down, and put Feng Jiu's soft hair on it. The warm breath had already penetrated deep into the heart, engraved to the bone and blood, and entangled in the soul. He said slowly: "Because, I don't want to lose you! I don't want to lose any of you!" !"

Feng Jiu couldn't bear the sorrow in her heart any longer, turned back and threw herself into his arms, grabbed his lapel and cried loudly, the sound of crying covered the sound of the rain outside the house, and even the tall Wuyou tree shook down There is a place of residual leaves.

-winter-

While Donghua was still asleep, he smelled a burst of sweet fragrance, the fragrance lingered in the air, with a charming little hook, and pulled back his still somewhat confused thoughts.

From time to time there was the sound of lightly walking footsteps behind the screen, and someone else was humming something in a low voice, the tune was playful and bright, it seemed that Feng Jiu was in a good mood.

He coughed twice, trying to get the man's attention.Sure enough, someone walked in after a while.

"Are you awake? Come on, drink this first!" Feng Jiu's gentle voice sounded.

Donghua thought that what he smelled should be a strong sweet fragrance, but who knew that the strong medicinal fragrance was the first to catch people's attention, and he relentlessly put it on his lips, and could not help complaining: "Why do you drink medicine when you come together! I'm not sick!"

"He said no! Who had a fever and dizziness a few days ago and almost hit the screen!" Feng Jiu retorted.

"But I was fine yesterday! Besides, if someone hadn't moved the screen, how could I have bumped into it..." The old god, who was moaning when he talked about drinking medicine, muttered dissatisfied.

"The doctor has the final say on whether it's good or not! Huh, let's talk about your injury for another hundred or eighty years!" The empress put her hands on her hips majestically.It's okay if he doesn't mention it, but when she mentions it, she gets angry, and she doesn't say anything when she comes back from her injuries, and she refuses to cooperate with the King of Medicine. Hmph, it's a good thing she was kind enough to make honey for him.

Donghua choked at what she said, knowing that he was wrong, but unwilling to reconcile, he simply fell back on the bed, turned around, and fell asleep.

Feng Jiu couldn't help being angry and happy when he saw that he was being petty when he said that he couldn't help himself, but she felt sour when she caught a glimpse of his back, which was hidden under the brocade quilt.With a soft heart, she leaned on her shoulder to coax him: "How can the injury be cured if you don't drink the medicine!"

The person under the quilt arched: "What's the use of this medicine? It's useless if you drink it! We'll talk about it when Zheyan comes back!"

Fold!Fengjiu felt a little more troubled when she thought of the old Fenghuang, and she followed Donghua to hide herself very tightly!This time, when he leaves the customs, fourth uncle can't save him!

But at this time, someone still had to coax: "Then at least strengthen it more! Drink for three more days? Two days? You must drink today's one! Come on, come on, after drinking, there will be honey to eat!" Feng Jiu felt I have never tried so hard to coax Gun Gun and You You.

Donghua's voice came muffled: "...only drink today's!"

With Feng Jiu's promise, he sat up and took the medicine drink obediently, and finally got the honey as he wished.

The little fox looked at the smile on the old fairy's face and shook his head helplessly.

Ever since the layer of window paper was pierced, Donghua and Fengjiu have been clinging tightly.

Feng Jiu is putting things away, and he is sitting in the room with him; Feng Jiu is drawing patterns, and he is accompanying him with a teacup; Feng Jiu is watering the flowers and plants, and he is standing in the garden; that is, Feng Jiu is in the kitchen. When cooking, he also moved a stool to accompany him.

Of course Donghua wanted to help, so it was a good idea to raise his eyebrows. Unfortunately, although Feng Jiu didn't think he was in the way, he felt that it was redundant. He either knocked over the cage or knocked over the bowl. Helping is like making trouble. The fairy changed his mind and squatted silently.

Although Feng Jiu knew that he couldn't see it, she always felt that there were two beams of worried eyes cast in his direction.

In winter, it changed its face in thirteen days, wrapped in silver.

When Fengjiu found him, Donghua was wearing a cloak and facing out the window.Facing Ditang and Tumi in the garden not far away, the flowers had already fallen, but a few days ago, she picked a lot of Tumi fruits, and she was still thinking about making wine to drink.At this time, the branches were covered with a thin layer of snow, and there was nothing to see.

"Why are you standing in the air!" She casually draped a thick coat over him, and wondered, "In previous years, there was no winter for thirteen days, so why are you interested now?"

Donghua didn't speak, but raised his head slightly to signal her to look outside.

Farther behind Ditang and Tumi, An'an, Mengmeng and a group of fairy servants were having a snowball fight. Their cheerful figures rolled into a ball in the snow, and little fairy boys who heard the news kept coming to join them. Small snowballs flew in the air, and there were high and low laughter, noise, and screams, which made the listeners smile.Even Gun Gun who got off the court also stopped to watch.

Youyou, who turned in from the gate of the palace, saw it, and immediately threw his cloak into the hands of the palace guards, and joined the noisy team.

"This kid doesn't look like he's going to grow up!" Feng Jiu turned her head and smiled at Dong Hua, but saw a slight sentimentality on his face.

She watched him quietly until Donghua noticed Feng Jiu's attention and turned her head.

"Donghua, what are you worried about?" Fengjiu wrapped her arms around his waist, "Are you still afraid of being separated after trying so hard to do things for me and the children?"

Donghua's hand on her shoulder paused.

Feng Jiu continued: "I have also thought about it these days. Did everything you did before be because you were afraid that we would all leave you? Even refusing to take medicine properly... After all, the lifespan of ancient gods It is different from ordinary gods..."

Looking at his reddish eye sockets, she reached out her hand to touch the somewhat dejected head, but her voice was 12 points sober and self-restraining: "In the mortal world, those mortals could only live for hundreds of years, but they could live on their own." There is joy and each other is safe. From this point of view, the length of life is not necessarily related to happiness. For example, although the tea plants in the garden say "it's time for the tea plants to bloom", the spring blossoms and autumn fruits, even if there are still flowers and plants waiting to bloom in winter, this is not the case. A bleak place is nothing but the scenery of the four seasons."

Donghua still didn't speak, but put his arms around her.

Feng Jiu let herself sink into his breath, and embraced him back: "Forever and forever, you were the one who persuaded me at the beginning, and now I will use it to persuade you. Donghua, I have been able to be together for hundreds of thousands of years. Very satisfied, if one day that time comes, you don’t need to hurt yourself to change your fate against the sky, I don’t think the children will hope so! The four seasons have a fixed number, we just need to live every moment together! "

It's not that Donghua doesn't understand these principles, it's just that it's not easy to let go of the 10-year obsession.But Fengjiu's words did make him more persistent. If you really care about it, you will be confused. The story between him and her is not about when it ends, but about every step you take; the love between him and her is not about who did it More, but in the soul-soul bond between your love and my wish.It is rare to be able to meet again, so it is better to remember it with heart than to be sad!

Feng Jiu felt that she was extremely capable today, and she was able to preach to the old god.However, thinking about the past 10 years, in fact, she always waited longer, probably because she exercised her mind through one or two more long-term sufferings, and she has already had her own consciousness.

Seeing that Donghua was still a little gloomy, she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest: "Listen, he has been dancing very well these years, don't worry, Donghua! Now we are people with one heart, you It’s also mine, and you have to sacrifice your life even more for me!”

Donghua didn't know what else he could do besides hugging her tightly, he closed his eyes and answered slowly but solemnly: "...Okay!"

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A snowball was suddenly thrown at the feet of the two of them.

A small furry head poked out from under the window, An An blinked her big eyes and looked at Donghua and Feng Jiu, shaking her head like a rattle, her face blushing and denying: "It's not me, it's not me!"

"It's me!" Another snowball was thrown towards Feng Jiu's front door, it was Youyou cunningly trying to sneak up on his mother, but Donghua raised his hand to block it, and the broken snow fell on the two's robes rustlingly .

Feng Jiu suddenly became interested: "Okay, you little girl! You should be more tender when playing with mother!"

She chased after the fox cub in three steps at a time. Not long after, a bigger sound wave came from the snow in the distance.

Donghua listened intently to the movement there, and his heart was filled with infinite warmth.He got up and walked there too, preparing to wave the flag to his wife, thinking of the fox cubs begging for mercy, he couldn't help showing an expectant smile.

Life is just in these bits and pieces of memory, heart and hand connected, go to Shaohua together, but look at the wind and clouds, regardless of the way back.

And the story of him and her is still going on!

The author has something to say:

*The title comes from Wang Qi [Song] "A Tour in the Small Garden in Late Spring" "It's time for the flowers to bloom, and the thorns are growing out of the wall of berries."

*It is still the joint article of the old Ford. According to the content, it should be written here, but it was actually written earlier than the previous two chapters.

*Yan Yanzi was a little panicked during the retreat, feeling that after the catastrophe, he still had a bigger catastrophe...

[OOC small theater that can't hold back the imagination]

This kind of warmth lasted until the evening.

Donghua lay on the bed with Fengjiu in his arms, and chuckled out of nowhere, "Xiaobai, today you speak old-fashioned, just like your grandma!"

The little fox was still affectionate, and when he heard this, he immediately exploded: "You think I'm old! Who are you calling an old lady! If I were an old lady, you would be an old man!"

"The old man and the old lady are just a good pair!" Donghua laughed softly, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he had to touch his nose and change the subject, "Well, how can Xiaobai be an old lady! Where can I find such a good-looking old lady?" Ma'am go!"

Feng Jiuwu hummed angrily. At this time, she had long lost her calm and dignified atmosphere in the daytime. She pointed at Donghua's chest and said, "Hmph, old lady! Okay, hurry up tomorrow, the old lady will let you go free and let you go!" Go find the young and beautiful little fairy!"

Donghua deeply regretted that he poked a hornet's nest, held the paw on his chest and said aggrievedly: "...but I only want to find you!"

This sentence seemed to be in line with the little fox's wishes, she snorted and said nothing.

Over