gentle fairy tale

The summer vacation is drawing to a close.

Yu Mian is going to study in England.

Two days before leaving, Pei Songxi was packing her luggage.

This time I have to bring a lot of luggage, not only Yu Mian's, but also hers, and she will go there with her.

Yu Mian felt a little depressed, and just watched from the side, not saying much.

The skylark outside the window made a long sound.

The sky light swayed gently with the cloud shadows, and the coolness of early autumn gradually appeared in the wind.

Pei Songxi had just packed her clothes, and turned around and asked her, "Do you want to bring a scarf?"

Yu Mian didn't speak, just looked at her quietly: "Did you pack my luggage for me at that time?"

Before she came back, all her luggage had already been packed.

Send her away as soon as she comes back.

Pei Songxi was stunned for a moment before she understood her emotions at the moment, walked over to hug her, and coaxed her softly: "Is Xiao Chengzi angry?"

Yu Mian leaned over, leaned her cheek against her shoulder, and murmured in a low voice: "It's not that I'm angry... just, I don't feel good."

Pei Songxi hummed, stroked her silky black long hair, kissed her earlobe, and said softly, "This time is different from before. I will go with you, not alone. I will be with you By your side, when you need me."

Yu Mian let out a chuckle, and her mood improved a little: "You don't have to stay with me all the time. I've grown up, you can just focus on your own affairs."

Pei Songxi lowered his head and kissed her, with a soft voice: "But I just want to accompany you."

She doesn't seem to know.

She treats her heart no less than she loves her.

After a long time, Yu Mian's cell phone vibrated in her pocket, and she gently pushed her away.

She replied to an email, but pursed her lips lightly: "I'll go out first and call back."

I really can't stay with her anymore.

As long as they're in the same room, close to each other, they tend to... get out of hand.

Yu Mian answered the phone in the living room, went to the garden to cut a bouquet of roses, put them in a vase after trimming them, and admired them for a long time before turning around to look at Pei Songxi and smiling: "Aunt Pei, are you looking good? ?”

Pei Songxi just finished taking a shower and drying her hair. She smiled and nodded: "It looks good."

Yu Mian folded a blooming rose, put it on her hair, and admired it seriously: "This is the most beautiful one."

Looking at beauties under the lights is always so beautiful.

Snow skin and black hair, originally an extremely cold tone, but it reflects this bright and warm color, the impact of extremely cold and extremely hot colors is shockingly beautiful.

Pei Songxi held her hand with a smile, and pulled her into his arms: "Do you like flowers so much, then I will go to a flower shop to order..."

"No need."

"Ok?"

Yu Mian shook her head with a smile, but her expression was serious: "When a girl grows up, it is lucky to have elders to buy flowers and wear them. But picking flowers and wearing them by herself is also very happy."

Pei Songxi was stunned for a few seconds, feeling a little emotional.

She slowly tightened her arms and held Yu Mian tightly in her arms, her voice was somewhat sad: "Mian Mian, I think you will never grow up and be lucky forever. But I also want you to have a good time A person, an independent person. Just like, like once I... I am not by your side, and you are still shining."

Yu Mian laughed softly: "But I will always be your little rose."

The window was half open, and the night wind blew the fragrance of flowers, gently blowing the corner of the curtain, making a rustling sound.

All the roses in the garden were in bloom.

Pingting is slim, warm and fragrant.

It is the roses that she has planted for more than ten years.

Every inch of a petal as soft as porcelain, every drop of sweet and fragrant honeydew belongs to her.

Pei Songxi lowered his head and held it.

This nectar is all hers.

The flower that bloomed slowly in time was once just a thin branch of Pingting, young and lonely, but helpless, always tightly closed.Until the moment when the fingertips touched the stamens, the rose was completely opened, fully bloomed, only for her bright and moving.

The dewdrops on the branches gently fall, stretched layer by layer with the night breeze, and swayed with the breeze.

The petals of the rose were crumpled, and the juice was smudged into a shallow outline.

The flowers and leaves were blown by the wind and moved in response to the sound, and finally turned into a gentle whisper.

It was late at night, but Yu Mian suddenly reached out and turned on the wall lamp by the bed.

Pei Songxi hadn't fallen asleep yet, so she asked her softly, "What's wrong?"

Yu Mian didn't speak, just crawled over her, opened the drawer beside the bed, saw those medicine bottles still lying there quietly, and asked seriously: "Aunt Pei, will you still have the second one?" three keys?"

Pei Songxi looked at her: "There are only two. I won't lie to you."

Yu Mian was still a little uneasy: "No, on this issue, you have lost credibility with me. I will throw away all these medicines before I leave tomorrow... But it seems that there is no way to throw them away. You can continue to buy them. You can also continue to eat secretly without telling me, you..."

Pei Songxi laughed, took her slender arm, and asked her to lie down again: "I don't take medicine. There are other things to eat, why do I need to take medicine?"

Yu Mian blinked, a little dazed: "Then what do you eat?"

Pei Songxi smiled and approached her ear, her voice was low and very gentle: "You."

Her breath fell on her ears, and Yu Mian's ear tips were hot, but she suddenly rolled over: "You are not allowed to say that... You lie down and don't move. I will come."

Pei Songxi coughed lightly.

"You... aren't you tired?"

"Of course I'm not tired."

Pei Songxi grabbed her wrist: "It can't be too much, Mianmian, everything should be done in moderation."

Yu Mian let out a chuckle, leaned close to her ear, bit her lip and said boldly: "You just have to bear it...and you clearly want it."

Pei Songxi groaned, and slowly covered her eyes with the palm of her hand, not looking at her: "Mianmian..."

...How come it seems that I can't fool myself, and I can't fool her either.

The last night before leaving.

Yu Mian came out of the bathroom... She had to take a shower several times a night, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Pei Songxi also just went to the guest room and came out of the shower, looked at her and smiled: "Fortunately, tomorrow is the plane at 4 pm, so I can sleep more in the morning."

Tonight is really... too noisy.

Yu Mian also pursed her lips and smiled, sitting on the sofa and blow-drying the half-wet ends of her hair, she would be dazed just by blowing her hair.

She raised her hand and touched her lips with her index finger, rubbing gently as if she still had something to say.

Pei Songxi lost her sleepiness, and stood up to check her luggage, when she suddenly remembered that an important item was confiscated.

The painting that Yu Mian gave her was originally hung by the window, but was later taken back.Now that she plans to settle in the UK for a long time, she will bring this painting with her.

She has the habit of marking items. She took a piece of sticky note and wanted to write down the name of the item, but when she picked up the pen, she froze, thinking and thinking, and couldn't write down for a long time.

Until Yu Mian walked over, her tone fluctuated slightly: "Aunt Pei, what is this?"

Pei Songxi looked away a little guilty: "A painting."

"Let me see."

Pei Songxi wanted to stop her, but didn't: "Yes."

Yu Mian took the scroll and unfolded it.

That sense of familiarity deepened bit by bit. It turned out that it was not her illusion, but the painting that Pei Songxi refused to accept outside the station and was thrown into the trash can in a blink of an eye.

There are still some stains on the corners below, but the color has faded after a long time, and it is not obvious unless you look carefully.

Yu Mian pursed her lower lip: "So it's here with you."

Pei Songxi approached her and kissed her forehead: "It's always there."

Yu Mian's heart was sour and astringent, and she didn't speak for a while.

Pei Songxi embraced her from behind, hugged her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and softly called her name: "Mianmian."

Yu Mian turned around from that melancholy mood, and smiled at her: "I'll settle the score with you later, I wrote it down in my notebook. I have business to do now, so cut me a bunch of hair, okay?"

Pei Songxi was stunned for a while, but didn't ask what she was going to do: "Okay."

The sharp scissors fell, and a short section of black and smooth hair lay quietly in the snow-white palm.

Yu Mian smiled, turned around and walked out without telling her what to do.

Pei Songxi looked at her back for a moment, then lowered his head again, and put away the picture scroll. After all, there was no name mark written on the note paper.

She thought she would recognize the painting and not confuse it.

There are still uncollected brushes, ink and rice paper on the desk.

In the past few years, she has loved to practice calligraphy more than before, not only to pass the time, but also to feel a little more peaceful.

Yu Mian quickly returned to the room, jumped in front of her, and with frowning eyebrows, she handed the things hidden behind her to her eyes: "Aunt Pei!"

Pei Songxi's eyes fell on her hands.

Two bundles of hair were bound by a red ribbon, and the jet-black hair reflected a soft luster under the light, and were entwined gently, making it difficult to separate each other.

There are three thousand green threads and thousands of love threads.

She couldn't help laughing: "Don't you cherish your hair the most, and now you are willing to cut it? And you are always clamoring to become a nun."

Yu Mian whispered: "That was when I was a child... Besides, if you really become a nun, then you are robbing the Buddha."

Pei Songxi touched the top of her hair and smiled deeper: "Then I'll grab it."

Yu Mian lifted her chin proudly, satisfied with her answer: "I'll find a box to put it in."

Pei Songxi hummed, lowered her head and continued writing.

When Yu Mian came back after finding the box, she saw that she was still writing, and was a little dissatisfied with her reaction, so she rushed over from behind and hugged her: "Hey... Pei Xixi, good nights are short, you don't have anything to say to me Is it?"

Pei Songxi just stopped writing and led her to the table: "The paper is short and the love is long, so take your time."

Yu Mian blinked, looked at her with some puzzlement, and looked at the handwriting on the rice paper under her persistent gaze, flowing, elegant and timeless.

She started to read, and her voice lowered as she read: "From now on, a good relationship will be established, a married couple will be married, the red rope will be tied early, the white head will be together forever, the flowers will be beautiful and the moon will be full, and the swallows will be happy, and the sea will dry up and the stone will rot. I would like to make... I would like to make this agreement." [Note]

Her cheeks flushed: "Aunt Pei!"

This is clearly a marriage certificate from the Republic of China period.

With a smile on his face, Pei Songxi took all the scarletness on her face into his eyes, and the tips of his ears were a little red, but his eyes were always gentle and meaningful, looking at her deeply.

Yu Mian glared at her angrily.

She just cut two strands of hair and tied them together. She liked the implication of never being separated... Pei Songxi wrote her a marriage letter directly.

The tips of Yu Mian's ears felt hot when she teased her.

Such a beautiful handwriting, such a classic charm.

There is an indelible affection hidden between the lines, and every word falls on her heart.