How much do you know about the flowers in the dreams of Water Margin fans?

In the Yanmoxuan, the heavy cherry blossoms bloomed again.

Large tracts of Yae cherry blossoms bloom so hot and beautiful, as if they are a continuous sea of ​​clouds and sunset, wantonly burning the life of a season.The pink and white petals are scattered in the wind, and there is a thick layer of falling snow on the ground.

A woman in plain clothes leaned on the railing, looking at the sea of ​​flowers, wondering what she was thinking.The wind lifted her long hair, revealing a side face of the woman, which was so beautiful and unparalleled.It's clear that she doesn't look more than twenty, but her aura, gentle and majestic, invisibly makes people fascinated.

The skirt was covered with falling flowers, and Mengyan looked at the petals on the ground with downcast eyes, her eyes were a little blurred.It's been three years, and it's been three years.The cherry blossoms on Moshang had already bloomed for the third time, but that person still hadn't come back, still wasn't there.

She remembered that spring day, when the cherry blossoms in March covered the grass a little to the size of an inch.The young man stood on the pavilion, with snow-white clothes and pink cherry blossoms. He was cold and decisive, and he read the sentence "Leyou Yuanshang Qingqiu Festival, Xianyang Ancient Road is full of smoke and dust".At that time, she just felt that this boy was so quiet and beautiful, just like the person she was obsessed with in modern times, and they were so similar, which made her more often in a trance, thinking that it was just her too much. A dream made too much, very unreal.When did that start?She saw the deep sadness and pain in his warm and watery eyes, and the gaze piercing the horizon made her feel very distressed, so as she walked, he became her white-headed man, and she became his wife.

Shouldn't it be a dream, Hua Rong?It's been three years, and I've thanked you three times for the Moshang flowers you promised me, but why haven't you come back yet?I really don't want to be like this, I can only see you in my dreams, Huarong...

After farewell, reminiscences meet each other, and share the same dreams with you several times.When will the long road to Guanshan end, Nanchuan Fengyue is a worry for people.

"Mother..." He called out crisply.Behind the tens of thousands of petals is a delicate face with picturesque eyebrows and a faint smile.Meng Yun was in a trance, and asked in a daze: "Hua Rong?"

"Mother, what do you read?" Hua Jianche raised her face and asked.The child who is more than seven years old has grown to a height of more than 1.3 meters, and he has inherited his father's good looks in his eyebrows and eyes. When he smiles, he looks like a flower blooming in a lifetime.I don't know if it's the nature of father and son, but Jian Che's temperament is very similar to Huarong's. He is elegant and light at a young age, and he is never troublesome. into ten.No wonder Mengyun mistook it for that person every time he met him in a trance.

Really similar.

"Why is it so early today?" Putting away those sudden surprises, Meng Yun squatted down with a smile, his smile was very soft.The little milk bag back then has grown into such a little boy now, so she shouldn't need to hold her.

The days go by so fast, why does she feel that she is a bit old.

"It's getting late. Uncle Hu said it's time for dinner, so I'll call you." Jian Che said one by one to Uncle Hu, obviously treating him as one of his own.Meng Yun couldn't help ravaging his little face, pulled him up and smiled and said, "What did your uncle teach you today? Are you tired?"

Since the two children were about four years old, it was she and Li'er who taught them to read and write.Mengyun once thought it was too early, but Yue Li said that the children of their Hua family have always been like this, and she and Hua Rong also went to home school since they were three or four years old, which is nothing.In addition, Jian Che and Luo Yan did not show any reluctance or effort, they learned quickly and were obedient, and Meng Yun acquiesced in this situation.Later, Shu Ran came back and began to teach Jian Che how to practice martial arts.To be honest, from Mengyun's point of view, it is really hard for such a young child to practice this, but Jian Che doesn't seem to be tired or tired at all, and the progress is even more rapid, so she has to admit that the home fax is a wonderful job. s things.

Huarong was an official in his teens who visited the Zhizhai and traversed the three mountains. Her family, Jian Che, looked no worse than his father.

Sometimes she would wonder if Huarong was like this when she was a child, with a mature and thoughtful mind, and a warm surface like water.

I miss her Hwa Rong so much.

"I'm not tired today. However, Uncle just taught some Fallen Spear moves today, and didn't have much duel practice. As for the archery... I missed one shot out of ten times today, and I was reprimanded." Jian Che The expression on his face was slightly annoyed, and then he smiled again: "However, Uncle Shuran said that this set of falling dust marksmanship is very powerful, and that Daddy beat him up because of it back then. Mother, is it true?"

Mengyun was angry and funny, and couldn't help raising his hand to give him a shudder: "Why are you so strict, you are far worse than your father. As for marksmanship, your father is indeed very good. I have seen it several times. It's really...beautiful. Jian Che, you have to remember that learning these things is not for showing off or how good you are, but for the belief you guard, understand?"

Falling dust marksmanship, so beautiful and so stunning marksmanship, for many years, no one has danced with his peerless elegance.

"I know." Jian Che's eyes were clear and bright, shining like rare obsidian.Meng Yun didn't say anything more, and took his hand to eat.

The dusk is slowly rising, the long wind is blowing towards the evening, and the heartbroken world is ten miles away.

After dinner, it was dusk, Yue Li couldn't bear the fuss of the two children, and agreed to play with them in Shuran's shadow building.Naturally, he wanted to accompany him, and only Langye was left, so Mengyan let him go to rest by himself, and came to the gate by himself, thinking about looking at the street scene.

I haven't been out of the house for a long time, and now the smoke is picturesque, and the wind blows through my hair, and I feel extremely refreshing for a while.

The afterglow of the setting sun spreads on the bluestone streets and alleys, and there seems to be an afterglow in the distance.Mengyun was in a trance and heard the sound of horseshoes rustling. When he looked back, the setting sun was like fire.

A white shadow rides across the deserted rice fields, and the sound of the horse's hooves crushing is like the soul torn apart by the cherry blossoms on the road.Immediately, the young man's white cloak flew up, his sword-like eyebrows as firm as a knife were stained with frost, and his peerless face, which was enough to make everything look pale, was misty and illusory in the setting sun.Those obsidian-like eyes reflected the setting sun on the long street, still shining deep in the golden covering.That touch of white, dusty and elegant, instantly made Mengyun think it was an illusion again.

It really is... Miss you too much?

"Yun'er." A call from far away, with the familiar gentleness of being soaked in water.Meng Yun hadn't had time to distinguish the authenticity of Ye's voice, but in the next second, she was already hugged into the embrace of Lan Xiangruxue.

Fragile kisses fell on her hair, and the breath like cherry blossoms lingered around her side. She heard the man's voice as soft as pearls calling her name in a low voice.When he raised his hands, his gentle eyebrows and eyes were still beautiful, but she didn't dare to reach out to touch them.How many times have dreams like this, is it possible that when she raises her hand again, the fingertips will still be empty?Is this a phantom?Hua... Huarong?

"Yun'er, why didn't you respond to me?" The deep and magnetic voice was stained with a little bit of moonlight.He lowered his head and lifted her chin, his eyes as deep as midnight looked into her eyes, and just looked into her heart: "Yu'er, I'm back."

I am back.

The dream that seemed to be intoxicated for a long time was finally awakened, and Mengyun suddenly opened his eyes wide.It seems... It seems that it is not a dream.His brows and eyes are full of smiles, his expression is warm, his smile is soft, and his cherry blossom-like breath is still lingering around her, which will last for a long time.

It seems that he really came back.

"Hua Rong..." There was a long murmur in the bottom of my heart, and the moment I said it, it was already accompanied by tears.She finally stretched out her arms to hug him, and the tentacles were filled with substantial warmth.She thought that after all these years, she was strong enough and calm enough, but everything fell apart the moment she saw him again.

It turns out...she really misses, misses

"Why are you crying?" Hua Rong gently raised her face, with a slight smile in her eyes.He raised his arm, and after the dark brown wristband was untied, the snow-white sleeve slipped off, revealing his white and slender wrist, and stretched it out in front of her: "Look, it's still there." The brocade silk handkerchief that Fang was wearing, complemented his fair skin, and it was actually tied with a knot.Heartbroken, Mengyun hurriedly turned her head to the side to cover it up, forced a smile and said, "What are you doing with it, it's so inconvenient..."

This is still the brocade silk handkerchief she put in the brocade sachet when Lin Chong brought back the letter.Who will see it?She embroidered a branch of red beans overnight with silver thread on the head of a hairpin.The so-called silk handkerchief is silk when viewed horizontally and silk when viewed vertically.She had hoped that he would understand her meaning, but who would have thought that he would cherish it so much.After walking through most of the Central Plains, he was used to life and death, but he still missed her like this, and still thought about that missing in the bloody wind.

"Linglong dice and red beans, you will never know when you are deeply in love." He opened his lips and read out this poem, his voice was low and ethereal, with a bit of wind chant and dragon scorpion, just like when we parted that year.His midnight-like eyes were dyed with gentle water light, quiet and elegant: "Yu'er, how could I not know."

There was a clear scent of cherry blossoms between his lips and teeth, Meng Yun didn't know how to express it for a while, so he simply wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed those water-colored lips jerky.She rarely took the initiative to make Huarong pause, but it was only for a moment, he hugged her, bowed his head and kissed her deeply.

The lips and teeth are entangled, and the orchid fragrance is rich.

After a kiss, he held her in his arms and rested his chin on her shoulder.Before Mengyun asked him what happened, he heard him say: "Many people died."

The thunder broke through the sky, and Meng Yun's body froze in place.

"Have you ever met Zhang Shun? He is nicknamed Langli Baitiao. In Yongjinmen, he just sent a letter, and someone shot him with random arrows. There are so many arrows, and they are so much longer than mine. There were more, all shot at him alone. And Wang Ying, do you remember? The dwarf tiger Wang Ying in Qingfeng Mountain, he and San Niang died in that battle. But it’s okay. At any rate, they are together. Qin Ming is here, but if he is not careful, he will not be able to come back with me. There is also Shi Jin who came to our place to play, remember, he also said that his brother was born beautiful Well. He was also shot to death by Pang Wanchun, together with many brothers. That Pang Wanchun is very good at archery. I heard that he would challenge me to compete with him many times. I really hate that I was not there at the time, or I would never let him shoot to death. I have so many brothers, and then I stabbed him to death with a flying spear. Brother Lin, Brother Lin is so powerful on the battlefield, I thought nothing would happen, but you know, he fell ill on the way back, but it was just sick, His people just disappeared, what do you say..."

He spoke very calmly, without the slightest ups and downs in his tone, but Mengyun could hear the great sadness in it, the despairing sadness in the calmness.

Such emotions are more frightening than the pain he showed, so Mengyun could only whisper in his ear: "Don't think about it, I don't blame you."

"Yes, don't blame me..." Hua Rong seemed to want to laugh, but suddenly his body trembled, and he pushed her away violently.Mengyun didn't figure out what happened, so she stood firm, and saw Huarong leaning on the wall with her back facing her, holding the cloak to cover her lips with one hand, and coughing violently.This move is not small, Mengyun can see from the unnatural shaking of his shoulders that he has tried his best to bear it, but he still can't stop.No matter how many things Mengyan had to worry about at this time, she hurriedly supported him to see what was going on, but this man kept his back to her and refused to let her see.I don't know why, angry and anxious, Mengyun felt panic for no reason, it seemed that this time his cough gave her a very bad feeling, causing her fingertips to tremble.

How could she feel so scared...

After about half a quarter of an hour, he breathed slowly and calmly, turned his head and smiled at her, "Sorry, just... I caught a cold a few days ago, and I haven't recovered yet."

Hua Rong's face was extremely pale, and there was still a thin layer of mist in his eyes, and his smile was empty and beautiful.Mengyun seemed to have expected something for a moment, her heart was almost trembling, she looked into his eyes: "Hua Rong, let go of your cloak."

Something must be wrong with him.

Her tone was cold, calm and irresistible.She had never talked to him like this before, but now she couldn't care so much, thinking of the result made her want to run away in fear.

"Yun'er..." He still wanted to say something, but was interrupted by her gaze.What kind of person he is, he naturally understands what her gaze means, and the smile on his brows narrowed, and he has no choice but to lower his head to untie the snow-white embroidered ribbon.

The white like snow and clouds shakes away with the wind, and that touch of pure white is also dyed with a layer of light red halo in the setting sun, making it even more beautiful.But Mengyun's sight was firmly locked on one point.It was a deep blush, like a blood-red rose blooming in the white snow, and it seemed to condense all the blood of the sunset to this point, so beautiful that people couldn't bear to look away.

This is exactly where he was holding it just now, and this is what she is familiar with, the color of blood.

"Hua Rong..." Meng Yun bit her lip, her eyes were frighteningly cold.Hua Rong thought she would slap him, so she closed her eyes with a wry smile.Although it was unreasonable for a man on an expedition to get his wife slapped right after he got home, but... let's hit him, he knew he deserved it.From the very beginning, he has been indebted to her, owed so much, let alone beating him, he feels that she can't do too much for him.Maybe that would make him feel better.

But the expected pain never came.

He opened his eyes, but saw her indifferent back, carrying that snow-white cloak, turning around and walking towards the door.Hua Rong was a little puzzled, and hurriedly grabbed her: "Yun'er..."

He was a little overwhelmed.

"What else?" Mengyun looked back at him, and said: "The things in the past are over, and you are temporarily stable now. I knew a long time ago that you can't take good care of yourself outside alone, but You are at least back, which is good. Now that you are back, let’s not talk about the past, you should be at home with peace of mind, fulfill your responsibilities, and take care of your own affairs. If you can, then let’s go home, If you don't know how to cherish yourself, then you shouldn't come in."

When Mengyun said these words, her tone was flat. Obviously, she calmed down after getting angry.It was clear that her tone was cold, but Hua Rong thought it was very warm.It has been warm to his heart.

His body was hugged, and before Meng Yun had time to say anything, he saw his smiling face and said, "Let's go home."

Feeling at ease at last, she had no choice but to close her eyes, forcing back the tears that were about to overflow.

After waiting for so many years, she finally heard him say, let's go home.

Then, Hua Rong, I will accompany you home.

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