How many times the group portrait is spring

"Do you think it will snow in the east this year?" Ning Qing looked at the clear sky, curious.

"I don't know." Yan Huai, who has always been incapable of answering questions, answered very topically. Fortunately, with Ning Qing's temperament, he will not let this topic die, "If so, I want to watch the first scene with you Snow."

"it is good."

"Then when the snow melts next spring, we will plant flowers together."

"it is good."

"I still want to plant some calamus, you will plant it with me."

"it is good."

"Then, will you stay with me all the time?"

"it is good."

After Yan Huai finished answering, he later realized that Ning Qing changed the subject. Seeing that he was smiling slightly, he seemed to be satisfied with this, so Yan Huai couldn't help but added: "I will always be with you."

"Then, what should you do if you forgot about me again?" Ning Qing deliberately teased him, but Yan Huai's answers were always serious.

"Even if you forget it, I will never hurt you."

Yan Huai's words are true. He still doesn't remember the past, but he has been working hard to learn and gave him all his tenderness.

Ning Qing paused for a moment, then raised her eyes again and said, "I also assure you, if you forget me again, even if there are thousands of mountains and thousands of miles, I will definitely look for you, and we will start again."

Late autumn is originally a cool time, but it is warm because of one person.

The final product of the fan that Yan Huai gave him was a lotus water infused ink on one side. As for the inscription, Ning Qing turned the fan and looked at the thin characters and slowly read aloud: "The stars last night, the wind last night, the west side of the painting building and the east side of Guitang? Why not?" Complete the last two sentences?"

Yan Huai lowered his gaze and didn't answer him.

Ning Qing seemed to be looking at the fan, but suddenly moved close to Yan Huai and kissed him on the cheek, then quickly retreated, he lightly shook the fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you don't love, you and I are of the same heart. "

"More than that..." Yan Huai turned his gaze sideways and didn't look at him, he just clasped the opposite end of the fan handle, and said in a low voice, "Since two hearts are the same, we should love each other together."

Ning Qing lowered his gaze when he heard the sound, and as expected, the four characters inscribed on the small seal script: lovesickness and sharing.

Even though Yan Huai is not good at expressing, he is still working hard to hide his love for him in every detail.

The greatest joy in this world is that there is a two-way rush from beginning to end.

"Backtrack."

"I'm here."

It was cloud and water blending into ink, and his fingertips fell warmly on his cheeks, tracing that person's face little by little, the faint color that couldn't be fainted under the deep ink, and the lighter lip color that seemed to ooze a blush.

When fingers were interlocked, a little red mole that had passed through the previous life also felt burning. It was Ning Qing's eyes that burned even more, the cloud water gradually fell into the ink, and the loose hair scratched the side of Yan Huai's neck, and a kiss deepened the itching. meaning.

"I love you, three thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough, I want this day and night, life after life."

In the end, the man in dark ink was the first to move, and he pressed Ning Qing's five fingerprints back and kissed. There was no red candle to warm him up, only the two hearts connected with each other, and the spring was getting stronger.

The always gentle and elegant young master's temple hair was slightly wet, and tears flowed into the pillow. The sky outside the house was already getting darker, dizzy into the same color as the man's eyes.

Yan Huai called Zhelan softly, and heard the man hold back: "It doesn't hurt..."

"It's you... I'm happy in everything..." Ning Qing smiled like a flower under the tears, touching the corner of his eyes could bring a tear, but fortunately someone stroked it gently for him.

When the lamp falls, the ink enters the clouds and the water is as lingering as the night.

When Ning was awake, Yan Huai was reading a book with downcast eyes. He reached out to touch him, but was cut off halfway. Yan Huai's palm was rarely warm, and it was difficult to distinguish the emotions in his eyes.

"Go back, early."

"Morning." Yan Huai was still reading the book, but did not let go of Ning Qing's hand.

Ning Qing was held by him, and simply lay down like this, "What are you looking at?"

"Medical Miscellaneous Notes." Yan Huai held Ning Qing's hand naturally, and didn't intend to let go.

"Then do you write notes when you practice medicine?"

"Do not write."

"Then how do you remember?"

"Be careful."

Ning Qing paused after hearing the words, Yan Huai was really good at this, relying on his own memory to never make notes, but, "I think this note still has to be done, even if it's not for myself, it's good for the future doctors .”

"Then write it down for me." Yan Huai put the book down and said seriously.

"Shall we practice medicine together?" Ning Qing smiled, seeing Yan Huai nodding, his smile became stronger, he reached out to touch Yan Huai's cheek, and replied: "Okay, I will remember for you."

It's good to think about it this way, living the ordinary life of two people and saving the world.

"By the way, backtracking, I seem to have had a dream."

"What dream?"

"I can't remember clearly, but I remember that it must be a good dream to have you in my dream."

"It's a good dream." Yan Huai caressed Ning Qing's hair, and a very light kiss fell on Ning Qing's eyebrows, which made him startled. What returned was Ning Qing's arms around Yan Huai's neck, and his head tilted further. this kiss.

How much he likes Yan Huai, words are not enough, deeds are not enough, all kinds of difficulties and sorrows, when seeing him, there is only a smile left.

However, when taking medicine, Ning Qing felt that he couldn't laugh. Since he woke up, Yan Huai has been dispensing medicine and various medicinal diets to condition his body, taking about three times a day.

Seeing a bowl of pitch-black soup brought to him again, Ning Qing could feel the taste without drinking it. He licked his lips and whispered: "This medicine is too bitter."

"Is it bitter?" Yan Huai scooped a spoonful of soup medicine into his mouth, there was no change on his face, but he seemed to be trying hard again to see whether the medicine was bitter or not.

"However, if you feed me, it may not be bitter." Ning Qing looked at Yan Huai and smiled.

Yan Huai paused, hesitated for a moment before scooping up the medicine again, handed it to Ning Qing and said, "...open your mouth."

The daily life of the two is as plain and warm as an ordinary couple. At the beginning of the morning, Ning Qing used to pull Yan Huai's hair, and when she finished, she lay on Yan Huai's shoulder and watched quietly for a while. Looking at each other in a mirror.

Or Ning Qing refills tea and moves the lamp for him when he is studying, and whispers later when he is free.

Occasionally, when Ning Qing was naughty, he grabbed Yan Huai's loose hair and braided it into a small braid, and then reached out to touch Yan Huai's face.

Ning Qing's liking lies in the details, which prove that Yan Huai is loved in every way, such as a cup of hot tea when the lamp is turned on at night, or a paper crane in his palm, or a pole that Yan Huai left behind when he didn't notice. light kiss.

He really loves Yan Huai very much, he is always with him, he always misses him, he misses Yan Huai for half of his life, and for the rest of his life, it will be him.

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Yan Huai has been a little busy recently, and there is no other reason. Everyone in Qianjiu Palace knows that his wedding day is approaching, but Ning Qing, one of the parties involved, does not know.

The reason is probably that he hasn't asked anyone to marry him yet.

"You haven't asked someone to marry you yet?!" Su Mei who knew this was shocked, "The wedding is coming without asking you?! Did you agree?!"

"..." Yan Huai, knowing that he was in the wrong order, chose to remain silent.

However, Sumei managed to catch the opportunity to laugh at her lord, how could she let it go, "Your lord doesn't discuss such important matters as marriage with other young masters? What if they don't agree with you on the day of the wedding? You Is it impossible to rob civilian men?"

Yan Huai still remained silent, his lowered eyes silently proved that he was really thinking about Su Mei's words.

"Or, are you going with the air?" Su Mei became more and more cheerful as she talked, Wei Yan Huai's face darkened, and she pushed the door together with her sleeves, "Get out."

"Hey, Fujun, you... are you getting angry from embarrassment?" Su Mei, who was pushed out of the door, smiled more and more happily at the closed door. No need to think about it, she knew that Fujun must be rushing to check the marriage book here. .

In fact, Yan Huai was indeed looking into this. In the middle of the night, he looked at the piles of books and fell silent. There were also a few miscellaneous books written by Shu Huayan mixed in, but what was recorded in Shu Huayan's book, in this case In fact, it is easier to use than those ancient books.

Others have it, and his twists and turns cannot be missed.

"I'll take you somewhere."

When the red silk fell in front of his eyes, Ning Qing was taken aback. When he noticed the familiar breath, he felt relieved, and he responded with a smile: "Okay."

The red silk actually couldn't hide the sight of a Golden Core cultivator, but since Yan Huai didn't want him to see it, Ning Qing didn't look at it, and just let Yan Huai hold him and walk forward.

After a long time, Ning Qing felt that Yan Huai held his hand, and it was his wrist that was slightly cold, and heard the person next to him say: "Before, I lost the hibiscus stone that I gave you. Is it possible to pay for this hand-carved string of beads?"

"Yes." The moment Ning Qing responded, as soon as the red silk fell, a sea of ​​flowers in full bloom appeared in front of her eyes. It was late autumn, and the sea of ​​flowers was boundless.

Ning Qing held his breath for a moment, Yan Huai held his hand and said in a deep voice: "I don't know if you like it or not, but... can I use this sea of ​​flowers as a job..."

Yan Huai pursed his lips, as if mustering up his courage, he looked at Ning Qing and said, "I want to marry you, this is just the first appointment, wait until next spring..."

"Okay." It was Ning Qing who raised his head and kissed Yan Huai's lips, and repeated "Okay" in a low voice.

Yan Huai said it was the first engagement, so it was really the first engagement, they also had an engagement banquet, and then the auspicious day.

Ning Qing looked at the string of light blue beads on his wrist, and the corners of his lips raised unconsciously. Lan Ningying jade is not so easy to get, but Yan Huai is willing to find it for him, and is willing to carve one by one, and wear it into these light plain beads string.

When boxes of rare and rare treasures were sent to Ningqing Bieyuan, they also brought the clothes to be worn at the engagement ceremony of the two of them. These clothes were already under production when Yan Huai came back from Mount Heng, and they just happened to be delivered now.

The two sets of ready-made clothes are red and black intertwined, and they don't look heavy under the layering. Ning Qing picked up the smaller one and looked at it, and heard Yan Huai say from the side: "You try to see if it fits first."

"Okay." Ning Qing smiled, "You can try it too."

When Ning Qing opened the curtain, a look of amazement flashed across Yan Huai's eyes. These were the clothes they were going to wear when they got married. The dark red backing was covered with a pure black wide-sleeved top, and the large-sleeved shirt was sewn tightly with gold thread. The first weight adds a bit of extravagance.

On this red and black costume, strands of gold and silver are intertwined, only elegant but not gaudy; Ning Qing pointed out that the red ribbon on his hair was tied up by Yan Huai for him, and saluted The day should be a golden crown.

"Does it look good?" Ning Qing asked him.

"It's beautiful." Yan Huai's eyes flashed, "As I expected, it suits you."

Before they knew it, their fingers were intertwined, Ning Qing untied the silk ribbons in their hair and wrapped them around their wrists, and said softly: "This is a good match, we will make a good couple, tie the red rope early, and we will stay together forever."

"One yang is moving at the beginning, and the two surnames are harmonious. Please ask for more than three, with four beauties. In the fifth generation, he advocates Fengdi. The six rites are completed, the seven sages are assembled, the eight tones are assembled, the nine songs are in harmony, and the harmony of mandarin ducks is perfect." Yan Huai read the words he wrote in the marriage letter. Before he met Ning Qing, he never thought that he would write the marriage letter himself one day.

But some people, when they meet, are destined to stay together.

"Turning back..." Ning Qing's voice trembled slightly, and tears welled up in his eyes when they looked at each other, "We will be united forever, never leave each other..."

The author has something to say: the stars last night, the wind last night, the west side of the painting building and the east side of Guitang.

The body has no colorful phoenix wings and wings, and the heart is a little bit better.

The oath is searched, citing ancient and modern