madam is a squeamish

Drive to the side of the road and stop.

Yi Buran pretended to be puzzled, "Why are you waiting here?"

Ah Chou smiled, as if he didn't care.

"It's okay, there are many people over there, I'm afraid to block others."

Sitting in the co-pilot, with the windows open, the cool wind blows in.

Ah Chou stretched out his hand a little bit and spread his palms.

Looking at the scenery on the side of the road, let the cool breeze blow, very comfortable.

Yi Buran deliberately glanced at the fox mask in her hand, and said, "Your fox mask is a bit ugly, it looks better without it!"

A Chou looked at the fox mask, dumbfounded.

"You're the second person to say that!"

Yi Buran, "Who is the first one?"

Ah Chou, "Your daughter!"

With a warm smile in his eyes, "I have to suspect that Nian An's aesthetics has a lot to do with your inheritance."

Yi Buran stopped the car, with affectionate eyes, "Miss Ah Chou, unfortunately, I am not good at aesthetics. I just like ugly ones!"

Ah Chou was stunned for a moment while pinching the mask's hand, his mind was full of his righteous words, I just like ugly ones!
Ah Chou didn't know whether he was moved or frightened, and was a little at a loss.

"Second Master Yi, this joke is not funny at all! Let's, let's go!"

Yi Buran was not annoyed when she saw her evasive state, and started the car to take her elsewhere.

"What is this place?"

The car drove until it was almost dawn before reaching the halfway up the mountain of Qingyun Guanshan. There is still a part of the road that needs to be walked up.

A Chou looked around, it was desolate and unfamiliar, and it was not yet bright, A Chou felt a little uneasy.

Yi Buran, "The View of Qingyun!"

Ah Chou thought he was here to burn incense and pray for blessings, "I don't think the second master still believes in this?"

Yi Buran didn't explain, watching her crawl for a while, she was already out of breath.

So he leaned over and squatted down on her side.

"Come up!"

"Huh?" Ah Chou was puzzled.

Yi Buran, "I can't walk, come up and I'll carry you up!"

Ah Chou took two steps back in embarrassment, "This is not good, I'll just take a rest."

Yi Buran didn't move, as if he was trying to compare his stubbornness.

"If you want to go up after dawn!"

Ah Chou had no choice but to obey him.

Crouching on Yi Buran's back, a sense of familiarity surged in an instant.

Fragmented images flashed through Ah Chou's mind.

"Brother Buran, back!"

There are countless different scenes, all of which are the back of a cold and noble boy, and a soft and sticky little girl on his back.

It was so short, it passed by in a flash, and she didn't have time to see anything clearly.

Ah Chou instinctively wanted to catch something, but the abnormal images flashed in his mind seemed to have nothing to do with her.

"Why don't you speak?"

Yi Buran carried her on his back and walked very steadily, as if he had walked this road many times.

Looking at the blooming gardenias on the stone steps on the left, Ah Chou reached out and picked one.

"It's almost June now, and it's still driving so well."

Gardenias in the city are mostly blooming in April and May, and there are few gardenias in June.

Yi Buran, "This is the latest gardenia in Ning'an City."

After walking a long way, the surrounding area is immersed in the fragrance of gardenias.

"This gardenia tree seems to be very big. It must be decades old."

Yi Buran, "The feudal dynasty has already existed in it, and it has been more than 100 years."

Ah Chou was stunned, "So old, then I should call him grandpa!"

Hearing this sentence, Yi Buran recalled that little pomelo came up the mountain when he was a child, "It is more than 100 years old, so it is Grandpa Gardenia!"

Yi Buran seems to be very familiar with every plant and tree on the mountain.

He calmly explained to her what he had seen and heard along the way.

Stubborn rocks like tortoises, trees with crooked necks like eighteen bends in the mountain road, peach trees that never bear fruit or bloom.

It was the first time Ah Chou saw such a patient Yi Buran.

It's hard to imagine that a decisive man on the battlefield would pay attention to these messy little things.

After arriving at Qingyun Temple, Yi Buran let her go.

No one has entered the ground of Qingyun Temple for many years, and some moss has grown horizontally.

There is a simple and old atmosphere everywhere, which is completely different from the bustling surroundings in Ning'an Prefecture.

Ah Chou strolled all the way, and there was an artistic conception of traveling through hundreds of years.

"There doesn't seem to be any incense in this temple?" It must be because no one has been there for a long time, but there is no smell of incense.

Yi Buran said, "The last temple master has left, leaving nothing behind!" There was some melancholy in his words.

Yi Buran took her around.

"Second Master seems to be very familiar with this!"

Yi Buran, "This is my wife's natal family.

She was an orphan picked up by the Taoist temple, and she spent her childhood here. "

Ah Chou was stunned for a moment, feeling an inexplicable sense of complexity and powerlessness in his heart.

No wonder he was so familiar with it.

Looking at a huge ginkgo tree in front of me, with luxuriant branches and leaves, it looks like a natural house.

There are strands of red silk hanging on the branches of the lush green leaves at the bottom.

Stretch out your hand to hold the branches and leaves, and see the words on them that have been weathered and faded.

What it means can be vaguely seen in the mottled.

"My teeth will grow out soon, I don't want to have small teeth. The eighth day of March."

"Teacher, don't punish me for reciting texts, it's the eighth day of June."

"Brother Buran! April 26."

"I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated. The fourth day of November."

The red silk ribbons full of trees are all a person's wish.

The font changed from clumsy and ugly to delicate and beautiful. Reading these messages, Ah Chou seemed to feel a fresh life standing in front of her.

"Is this Mrs. Yi's?"

Yi Buran nodded, "She said, write down the wish, and the old temple master will help her realize it when she sees it."

Ah Chou, "Madam Yi must be a very good person!"

Yi Buran looked at her, nodded with a smile, "Yes, very good!"

A Chou was very patient, and read every red silk ribbon with handwriting on it.

While Yi Buran is not under the tree.

He secretly took out the pen in his bag, found the one with the lowest hanging, and the mottled one had long since disappeared, and secretly wrote a sentence.

"I wish Second Master Yi and Mrs. Yi a happy marriage forever."

She thought that Mrs. Yi was a good match for the second master.

After finishing writing, I took a serious look and hung it up piously.

The place where it was hung happened to be the first wish that a six or seven-year-old pomelo hung on it a few years ago.

"I want to be with Brother Buran forever, never separate!"

The figure wearing a small foreign skirt and stepping on a small stool trying to hang up the branches overlapped with Ah Chou after more than [-] years.

When Yi Buran came, Ah Chou had already put away his pen.

"There seems to be a spring behind here?"

Yi Buran was a little strange, "Did you hear the voice?"

Ah Chou froze, "I don't seem to have heard it, and I don't know why I think there is!"

Yi Buran, "The Taoist temple is not big, not far from the mountain behind, there is indeed a mountain spring! I'll show you around!"

The spring water flows from the high mountain all the way down the mountain, and the speed of the water flow in the faucet is about the same, and it is not too big.