Comprehensive film and television: Passerby A, she is beautiful and cool

The scene changes again.

I don’t know whether four-year-old Li Lianhua got to eat the candy, but he got a lot of candy that day.

This time it seemed to be on the top of a mountain. When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning broke through the eastern mountain, the lights dimmed, and the forest was shrouded in thick fog. Perhaps because it had rained not long ago, it reflected a faint green mountain and distant green water. The water and clouds on the horizon were like ink, and the wind and smoke were silent.

The breeze blows through the peach blossom forest, and the subtle fragrance is as thin as a thread. Whether it is touch, smell or hearing, it is all extremely clear.

Including the boy standing in front of her.

He wore a green robe embroidered with fine gold patterns. His figure was thin but powerful, like a lush green bamboo. In his hand, the long sword shone brightly, the sword light concentrated at his fingertips.

He glanced sideways, as if he had noticed where she was. The moment their eyes met, he said, "Brother, are you here to practice swordplay too?"

"No, it was Master's Wife who asked me to come and call you for dinner."

It turns out I can’t see it, Qin Changsheng muttered to himself.

That's right, in this memory, she should be an outsider, unable to even pretend to be a passerby.

"You come here every year to wait for the blessing bag. You don't really believe the old master's lies, saying that as long as you are sincere, the peach tree will bear peaches and will be accompanied by what you want, knowing that they are the ones who hung it there."

"Besides, those are all old-fashioned things, like bamboo dragonflies and rattles. We are too old to play with such things."

He sheathed his sword, his voice childish, and lifted his long eyelashes like a small fan as he spoke, "Master did this to make us happy, and there are only a few things in the mountains, so don't complain."

"So what did you wish for this year?"

The child curled his eyes and murmured, "Ah, I kind of want to eat lychees."

"Ah?! That's outrageous! Where can we get lychees in winter? You really want to embarrass him to death."

"You wouldn't have said anything if you hadn't. He wouldn't even read it. He would just play it to us randomly. It doesn't matter if I just wrote it randomly." He said with a wink.

Qin Changsheng remained silent, quietly watching his body move slightly, and the black hair tied behind his head swayed gently. A few peach blossoms fell and were instantly brushed away by the boy's white index finger.

litchi.

Lychees are hard to find in winter, but she knows a place where they can be found.

Qin Changsheng turned around and left Li Lianhua for the first time to explore the scenes outside his dream. When he was in Li Lianhua's dream, everything around him seemed extremely real.

Maybe it could also be a kind of heaven's completion?

How could the royal family be without lychees? Especially winter lychees. The nobles loved to eat summer food in winter, and the rarer they were, the more they loved it.

This Li Lianhua is quite picky.

Qin Changsheng was almost as familiar with the place as his own back garden. He went to the ice storage to take out the lychees they had stored, and also took away the red knots they had bought.

Then he returned to Yunyin Mountain before Yuanchun, and once again met with his master, his mistress, and his senior brother on the mountain. After having dinner and drinking some fruit wine, he said goodbye to his master and his mistress.

He went up the mountain with his sword.

As he approached the back mountain, suddenly red ribbons fell from the top of the mountain and landed on his head.

He grabbed it from his head, his tone filled with innocent curiosity: "Master, are you doing something new today?"

It was a neatly cut red silk ribbon, with traces of careful folding remaining on it. He glanced at it with a lack of interest, and when he saw the contents clearly, he was suddenly startled.

There was no signature on the ribbon, only a simple sentence written in small, beautiful handwriting:

[I wish Li Xiangyi a hundred years of worry-free life.]

[I wish Li Xiangyi all the best and a bright future.]

【Wishing you peace every day and every night.】

【I wish Li Xiangyi to be happy forever.】

……

Each of the ribbons scattered all over the sky was a blessing for him. There were a hundred of them in total. He walked up all the way, getting closer to the top of the mountain step by step.

It rained again last night. There were still a few peach petals hanging on the peach tree, holding on tenaciously. Occasionally, a breeze would blow by, blowing off a light pink petal, which floated slowly and landed slowly.

His eyes followed the little flower from mid-air all the way down, and when it fell to the ground, he was stunned.

The petals did not fall into the soil. Wherever they touched, there was a square tip sticking out of the soil, like the corner of a wooden box.

He seemed to have a vague premonition in his heart and moved forward step by step.

The wooden box was small and had been taken out from a deeper place. It was covered with damp mud. I guess it was because of a heavy rain not long ago, which washed away the layers of mud and allowed the little head to emerge.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, he gently pulled the lid of the wooden box.

Carefully packed inside was the lychee he mentioned casually. It seemed still fresh and crystal clear, with water droplets from the melted ice hanging on it.

I think this is hard-earned.

The winter wind that was howling in all directions somehow quieted down.

Li Xiangyi's heart was pounding, and he subconsciously raised his arm to hold another ribbon that was wrinkled by the wind.

This was a completely unfamiliar handwriting. Where had this blessing come from? Could there really be gods in this world? Or was his master's words true? Was it a reward from the peach tree, a token of his hard work?

……

Qi Mushan, who had had a few drinks at the foot of the mountain, was sleeping on his bed. He felt drowsy and kept thinking that he had forgotten something. He slapped his head and remembered: "I forgot to hang a lucky bag for Xiang Yi this year. He goes there every year, but I forgot this year."

"I say, forget it. It's the same stuff every year. Either of them can play a game of matching."

"Don't kids like these these days?"

"You should keep up with the times. It's no longer our time now."