come into my arms

【The Depression of Bandits】

Xuanhe 31 years.

In April, the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom.

The water city in the south of the Yangtze River is soaked in the dripping spring rain, as delicate and moist as a piece of mountain jade.

Under the arch bridge, there is a stream of misty rain and streams, winding until the end of the house arrangement. Those dark blue eaves with angled corners and the wind chimes hanging on the eaves swayed with crisp and melodious syllables.

In the inner courtyard of the Qin family, the peach blossoms are as bright as clouds, surrounded by pink ones, and the petals are swaying and fluttering with the breeze, and the fallen flowers are colorful, which is really beautiful.

The young man in dark blue satin clothes stood quietly in the peach blossom rain, holding a long sword with a jade handle, quietly rubbing the sapphire sword pendant.

The two maids in the Qin Mansion, dressed in light-colored skirts and holding girls' hair in a bun, came into the small courtyard with delicate faces, one on the left and the other on the right.

"Young master, you are here, so the servants can find it easily." The little maid in pink was a little anxious.

Qin Huaijin was at the stone table, gently wiping the long sword in her hand, and turned her head slowly when she heard the maid's voice.The handsome and handsome face with wide-open features, eyebrows like ink paintings, and black eyes as deep as the sea are revealed, making it difficult to detect one's mood.

The two maids blessed slightly, and respectfully said: "Master, Madam, and guests are waiting for you? Young Master, don't keep them waiting."

"I see, it won't be too late," Qin Huaijin replied.

"Young master, you'd better hurry up. Mrs. Xi wants to say goodbye to you, and Mrs. Qiao is here, since Miss Yu has satisfied Mrs. Mrs." Seeing the young master's indifferent appearance, the servant girl was a little anxious.

"Well. You guys go down first, I said I don't like others to disturb you." Qin Huaijin still kept his expression unchanged, urging them to leave quickly.

The two maids were used to his temper and knew he was not angry.Then he looked up and saw the jade sword on the stone table, covered his mouth and said with a smile: "So the young master is practicing swordsmanship, the young master's body is weak, don't use it to the detriment of the body, and make the old lady worry."

"Understood," Qin Huaijin replied lightly, waved his hand, and signaled them to go down.

The two maids smiled slightly, knowing that Qin Huaijin was impatient.No more words, walked away gracefully side by side, Qin Huaijin looked around, then turned and sat on the stone bench, propped his chin, looking at the peach trees covered by dense peach blossoms.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Let's go."

As soon as the words were finished, a young man in Tsing Yi parted the flowers and branches to reveal clear eyebrows, and the man gave him a sneer.

Qin Huaijin was stunned for a moment, turned her face away, "Since I know, how decent is your appearance, why don't you come down quickly!"

The young man's changed voice was a bit magnetic and deep, and he spoke the words of teaching in a serious manner, which was quite suitable for that serious face.

Seeing his serious appearance, Qiao Jiming became interested and began to resist.Smiling and ignoring Qin Huaijin, she just sat mischievously on the peach tree, shaking her legs.

"Huaijin, come and pick me up."

"..."

Qin Huaijin stared at Qiao Jiming, but did not get up.

"Hmph, if you don't pick me up, I won't go down." The boy sitting on the tree coquettishly said to Qin Huaijin.

"..." Qin Huaijin glanced at him lightly, turned his eyes away, and ignored his coquettishness.

"Qin Huaijin, if you don't pick me up, I'll be hanging on your tree!" Qiao Zhiming said angrily when he saw his attitude.

"Qiao Jiming, how old are you?" Qin Huaijin continued to wipe the long sword in his hand. On the jade handle of the long sword, there was a string of sapphire ornaments.

"15 years old." Qiao Jiming straightened his chest, quite proudly.

Qin Huaijin turned her face, with mockery in her eyes, "Heh, you're 15 years old, Qiao Zhiming, are you still a child?"

"Hmph, I'm still a child at heart."

"I heard that Aunt Qiao is in the side hall, how about I ask Aunt Qiao to call you?"

When Qiao Jiming heard that his mother was calling him, his eyes widened slightly.Qin Huaijin is a big villain!

"Don't come down, Qin Mu..."

"Huaijin, don't call him Qin Mu, his wooden head flies so fast, I'm afraid he will scare my mother."

Qin Huaijin was sitting upright, just looking at him with a smile, with a slight pampering in the corner of her eyes.

"Hehe... Huaijin, look at me coming down," Qiao Zhiming jumped down from the tree in a nonchalant manner, the wind blew Qingyun out of his sleeves and his clothes fluttered.

Standing under the peach tree, with the tree full of pink petals, smiling openly.After a while, Qiao Jiming patted the petals on his clothes, walked slowly, and sat on the stone bench opposite Qin Huaijin.

"Huaijin, you are about to get engaged to my sister, it seems that we will be a family in the future," Qiao Jiming said, as if thinking of something, his smile subsided.His eyes are like a deep lake, without any glimmer of light, and he doesn't know whether it's happiness or worry hidden in his eyes.

"Well, I'm afraid this is the only thing to be happy about."

Qin Huaijin sighed, picked up the long sword with a jade handle in his hand, and faced the sun, the sharp light reflected on the sword surface reflected the slightly absent-minded expression of the man.

"Huaijin, is my sister good-looking?" Qiao Jiming lowered his head slightly, his jaw was graceful, and the smooth arc made Qin Huaijin want to stretch out his fingers to caress.

"Looks good," Qin Huaijin said, then paused for a while, then frowned slightly, "Like...like you..."

Qiao raised his head sharply, his eyes flustered, as if he was looking for something, and he happened to meet Qin Huaijin's mirror-like eyes.

"I...I'll go first," Qiao Jiming bowed his head somehow, stood up in a panic, and made a gesture to leave.

Qin Huaijin also stood up and grabbed his arm.He straightened Qiao Jiming's shoulders all of a sudden, with calm brows and clear eyes.

"What are you doing?" Qiao Jiming struggled, feeling the palm of his shoulder gradually exerting force.

"Siming..." Qin Huaijin's voice was slightly hoarse, and she sighed softly.

After a while, he leaned forward slightly and kissed Qiao Jiming on the forehead.That kiss was light, but it was enough to make Qiao Zhiming's eyes moist. He seemed to understand something.

"Go," Qin Huaijin said calmly, looking at Qiao Jiming with reddish eye circles.

Qiao narrowed his eyebrows, turned around and left without further words, his sleeves fluttered with his unique clear breath.

Qin Huaijin looked at the boy's sleeves that floated up as he walked, and the boy's slender and straight back gradually disappeared into the corner of the small courtyard.

I know that your heart is like my heart, but I want to be with you day and night.