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Liangyue and Siniang sat in the courtyard with Cai Ning, feeding the cat and nibbling sunflower seeds.

The wisteria is all gone, the summer sun shines through the mottled leaves, and the shadows of the trees falling on the ground are interlaced with light and shadow.

Xie Chenyan helped Shen Menghan out, and said as he sat in the corridor: "I always have to come out to bask in the sun."

At some point in the courtyard, there was a large Ruci Tianqing water tank, Xie Chenyan grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from the food plate and pointed to the water tank and asked, "When did you put it here?"

Si Niang ignored it and said, "When the pen washing can't support the lotus you planted."

Liangyue looked up at Shen Menghan, and interjected: "It should have been moved to the lotus pond, because Xiao Xie planted it by himself, so my lord is reluctant."

Xie Chenyan turned his head and spat out the shell, dissatisfied: "You are not a lotus, how do you know that it doesn't want to grow in Brother Menghan's bedroom."

He stretched his neck to look, and the lotus in the water tank had actually sprouted two small buds, which were on the same branch.

Xie Chenyan said in surprise: "Brother Menghan! It will definitely bloom this year!"

"Yeah!" Cai Yun echoed, "It's still Bingdilian!"

Liangyue and Siniang looked at each other, covered their mouths and laughed.

Shen Menghan felt a little embarrassed, coughed and said, "Just dig another lotus pond in the courtyard."

He stood up by pressing Xie Chenyan's shoulder, looked left and right, pointed to an open space not far away beside the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and said: "This place is good, and it doesn't need to be too big, just a well square."

He walked slowly along the brick path, Sanhua got up lazily and followed behind him.

Shen Menghan looked around and pondered slightly, as if thinking about where to move the nearby flowers and trees.

He was not as afraid of the cold as before, and his clothes were changed to light-colored icy silk, and the thin clothes made him look unusually slender.He was still thin, but gradually faded away from the shocking haggardness and haggardness of the past.

He was finally somewhat similar to the Qingjuan boy in his memory.

Standing there, there is a leisurely posture as bright as a jade tree and as clear as the moonlight.

Xie Chenyan stared at him intently, feeling infinitely sore in his heart.

In the past, Shen Menghan would not have the spare time to care about the lotus pond in the yard.

Erhua was leaning over the osmanthus tree to take a nap, suddenly looked down at him, jumped up and down, and wanted to throw herself on Shen Menghan's face.

Xie Chenyan was startled, and in a flash, he hurried forward to hold it down. With his hands tightened, he pressed the restless Erhua to the ground, and flicked its forehead with his fingers.

Erhua meowed dissatisfiedly under his palm.

Seeing that it was dissatisfied, Xie Chenyan stretched out his finger and tapped it again.

Seriously fighting a cat.

Shen Menghan laughed, and reached out to rescue Erhua from Xie Chenyan.

Xie Chenyan sweated in his heart, gathered his energy, and wanted to take the crazy Erhua aside at any time.

Unexpectedly, Erhua obediently retracted her sharp claws in Shen Menghan's arms, and the inner pad lightly patted his face.

Softly, Shen Menghan smiled slightly.

There was some color on his face at last.

Although he is not as healthy as ordinary people, it is a rare good color since Xie Chenyan reunited with him.

He is really getting better.

Xie Chenyan's eyes were sour.

Can't help approaching, can't help but hold his hand.

Unceremoniously squeezed Erhua to the ground.

Liangyue and Siniang gave a "tsk" in unison from behind, put away the sunflower seed plate, and took Cai Ning away quickly.

Xie Chenyan didn't care about them, his fingers still had little strength, and they were slightly cold, but they were not as warm as before. Xie Chenyan held his hand against his chest, and after a while, his fingertips felt warm A burst of warmth.

Xie Chenyan reached out and hooked his fingers.

Shen Menghan shook his hand back.

The ten fingers are long and slender, and the fingertips have a touch of blood, and they are no longer so limp and weak. When they are bent and stretched, they have elegant strength.

He has been covered under the deep snow in the severe winter in the north for too long, and it will take countless warm spring breezes to blow across the south bank of the river before he can slowly recover.

The empty courtyard was silent, and the summer was full, leaving only the two of them.

Xie Chenyan twirled his slender fingers in his hands, and suddenly thought of a piece of old wood he brought back when Sui Jue Tan traveled around the world last year. It was the real old Chang'an, the hanging beam in Zichen Palace a hundred years ago. .

Rare and old wood is the most suitable for chopping the qin, but he was penniless at the time, and the only two valuable things he carried were the letter jade and the Shenyan wood Buddhist beads given to him by Shen Menghan.

Shen Menghan's Xinyu can go to various banks in the Wulin League to withdraw silver taels, but Xie Chenyan walked to the gate of the bank, but suddenly turned back.

Buying something with his money and giving it to him, how can it be called a heart?

He stayed in Yunyang for several months, and he was willing to take on any dirty work, and he didn't shy away from weddings and weddings. He was skilled in martial arts, and he could recite scriptures and teach the Dharma whenever he felt like it. Finally, at the beginning of September, he saved enough money to buy the piece of old wood.

But because of this, he missed his birthday.

When he was about to send it out, he had a whim and wanted to cut it to Shen Menghan himself, so he took it to Lin'an City, and it is now being stored in Mingyin Temple.

It was not delivered last year, but it should be just right this year.

His words were quicker than his heart: "I will go to Mingyin Temple tomorrow."

Shen Menghan was obviously stunned for a moment, and turned to look at him, showing a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

Xie Chenyan's heart moved, and he could barely take back the "come back soon" that he was about to blurt out just now.

Calmly raised his eyes to look at Shen Menghan.

But my heart was pounding.

Xie Chenyan said in his heart, even if he said "go early and return early", he would tell the truth so as not to make him sad.

Unexpectedly, Shen Menghan was silent for a moment and said: "Yes."

Um what ah!Xie Chen smoked to death.

He let go, retreated to the corridor, and said condescendingly: "I'm really leaving."

Shen Menghan said softly: "Be careful all the way."

Xie Chenyan turned around and left.

How could there be such duplicity in this world!

If he didn't leave, Xie Chenyan might cry on the spot.

He went to the stable aggressively, the hard-working Xiao Hua lived in a pampered stable in his own courtyard, and Zhou Qian put up a plaque for this courtyard when he had nothing to do: Nianhua Xiaozhu.

I don't know who made a pair of couplets: Aspirations don't depend on age, and it doesn't take long legs to claim credit.

Xie Chenyan was speechless looking at those domineering characters.

It took the men who responded to the Shanhe Order to walk from Cangxi Valley to Jinling City for three full months one way, and it took Xie Chenyan less than a month to go back and forth by riding Xiaohua.

Xiaohua was exhausted, and when she returned to the Yin Pavilion, she collapsed in front of Miao Zhiguang, with tears in her eyes, and refused to move.

Now Xiao Hua is lying on the ground, putting away her short legs, and is gracefully eating the grass fed by Miao Zhiguang herself.Seeing Xie Chenyan, he just raised his eyes, then lowered his head to graze, turning a blind eye to Xie Chenyan.

Xie Chenyan said with disgust: "You wrote this couplet?"

Miao Zhiguang rolled his eyes and said, "Is there something wrong?"

Xie Chenyan said: "It's the red flame grass that I retrieved!"

Miao Zhiguang also disliked it: "If Xiaohua will let me ride, I will get it too!"

It seems reasonable.

Xie Chenyan stepped forward to pull Xiaohua, but Miao Zhiguang refused to give in: "Xiaohua got better after a long time, you can change it!"

Xie Chenyan had no choice but to pull a horse out at will.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get: Even Xiaohua recognizes Miao Zhiguang and rejects him!If it really is this hidden pavilion, it just doesn't want to keep him!

Xie Chenyan took the old horse that he didn't know and walked south, passing the green and vibrant Ninghang Road along the way.

Xie Chenyan became more and more wronged as he walked, and became more and more unhappy: He didn't think about going out today!

She could have held him in her arms and slept peacefully for a long, warm sleep. If he was in good health, maybe he could do something embarrassing to Xie Chenyan before going to bed.

Why did they go on a journey again after a quarrel!A good day is ruined by that person who speaks insincerely!

If you say you don't want him to leave, if you say you want him to stay, so what!

Xie Chenyan realized later that he didn't even say that he liked him, what meant that he was the same as him, what was meant by reluctance, and what was meant by his little smoke.

The young master's concealment skills are extraordinary, and he is no exception. Xie Chenyan finally realized it.

But so what, Xie Chenyan was wronged to death.

Xie Chenyan arrived at Mingyin Temple overnight, and the horse was no match for Xiaohua, so he walked for a few hours longer.

Xie Chenyan was so sleepy that he fell asleep in the temple, and when he fell asleep, he thought, forget it, I will go back tomorrow, that person is in such poor health, and he has a lot of adults, so don't bother with him, just let him go.

Shen Menghan stepped into Mingyin Temple, the little monk sweeping the steps boldly stared at him for a while and said, "Are you Gongziyin?"

Shen Menghan bent down, smiled slightly and said, "You know me."

The little monk gave a "hmm", pointed to a meditation hall on the top of the mountain and said, "There are all longevity lamps lit by Fuchen for you."

Shen Menghan straightened up and looked into the distance. The summer sky was dazzling, but it couldn't cover up the brilliance of the lights in the meditation hall.

Shen Menghan was silent, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The little monk gave him a careful look and said: "When Fuchen is not around, we will always remember to add lamp oil for you."

He thought for a while and said, "I wish you a long life."

He knew why Fuchen couldn't forget him, if he had been serving him since he was a child, he would also want to light a long-lived lamp in the Buddhist hall for him.

When walking into Xie Chenyan's meditation room, Xie Chenyan rubbed his eyes, still in disbelief.

Shen Menghan looked around, his heart tightened slowly.

Except for a couch, a table and a futon, there is only a piece of old wood on the table in the room, which has already taken shape, and it is an almost finished Qin.

Xie Chenyan, who has always loved the excitement and fetishism, took root as soon as he arrived in the Yin Pavilion, and has never regarded other places as his home.

It turned out that during the three years since he left him, Xie Chenyan had been living such a poor life.

The days away from him may only be regarded as wandering.

Xie Chenyan's eyes widened and said, "Why are you here?"

Shen Menghan's fingers curled up nervously in his sleeves, and he said with difficulty, "Just after you left, Liangyue and Siniang taught me a lesson."

Xie Chenyan fixedly looked into his eyes.

The boy's eyes were too bright, and Shen Menghan felt a little embarrassed by that gaze, turned his eyes slightly, and avoided his sight.

Xie Chenyan said "Oh" in a drawn-out tone and asked, "Then what are you doing here?"

Shen Menghan's eyes fell on the qin on his case, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Juexuan built a small Buddhist hall in Baixia Town for Master Juetan, are you still willing to go back?"

Xie Chenyan said with a smile: "Juexuan."

Shen Menghan lowered his gaze.

A faint brilliance smudged his face with the sunlight that poured into the meditation room, and he finally mustered up the courage to look into Xie Chenyan's eyes, and said softly: "It's me, I want you to go back."

Xie Chenyan suddenly realized that this person looked extremely smart, but in fact he was very clumsy.

Like he never cried before.He was young, and grew up alone in a foreign land. He had never been loved unreservedly, and he didn't know how to love.

Love is not just blindly paying, giving, raising and restraining, love also has vexatious, arrogant and insatiable demands.

His lover is like no other in the world, and he has that right.

They still have a long time to spend together, he will give him love, and slowly teach him love, just like he once taught him to cry.

Xie Chenyan pulled him, pressed him to lie down on his own couch, and said softly: "You take a rest, finish this piano, and we will go home."

He sat down on the futon by himself, took the carving knife and continued to chop the piano.

Shen Menghan turned to look at him.

On his bed, there is the warm and straightforward smell unique to Xie Chenyan.

Wrapping him tightly, as if he could be more self-willed and rascal.

Anything can be accommodated.

Outside the window, the sycamore trees block out the sun, and the cicadas are constantly singing. The summer sun is generously covering the sky and covering the sky, bringing with it a long-lasting laziness and tranquility.

The qin wood had been left for a long time, and the body of the qin was covered with dust, which was gently brushed away by Xie Chenyan.

Xie Chenyan lowered his head and said, "You can give your piano a name."

Shen Menghan said softly: "Shouldn't you be the one to take it when you gave it to me?"

Xie Chenyan thought for a while and said, "Then it's called Fuchen."

Shen Menghan chuckled lightly and said, "I heard they called you Fuchen."

Xie Chenyan said "ah" in embarrassment: "Master Tao wants to take a dharma name."

Xie Chenyan lowered his head to hide the enthusiasm on his face: "I'll exchange your Fuchen Qin for your Fuchen Sword."

Shen Menghan put his hand on his head and said, "Can I choose?"

"Fuchen..." He said softly, "I like this one."

Xie Chenyan's cheeks were reddish, and he carved the word "Fush" round and round on the body of the piano with one knife at a time.

The years pass by, and the early summer sun is particularly long and soft.

Xie Chenyan gently blew off the floating dust, and said softly: "I will give you the piano, and I will give you the man."

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