comeback [rebirth]

Almost in the next moment, Cen Yuan realized what was going on.

"You bought this place?!" Cen Yuan said, and then recalled, "But I remember when I went back to ask, this place already has an owner!"

"Yeah." Yan Xuan didn't change his face, only the hand hanging out of the other's sight kept rubbing his fingers, seeming a little nervous.He paused: "I bought it."

"But..." Cen Yuan subconsciously wanted to express doubts, but he soon thought of Yan Xuan's unreasonable concealment at noon that day, the figure who came out of the bank, and his unknown whereabouts afterwards...

The details that were originally entangled in a ball seemed to be sorted out clearly at this moment.

All kinds of figures passed by the two of them, either in a hurry or calmly, but in the middle, Cen Yuan's eyes were firmly fixed on each other, and he asked, "Is it after you came back from the school that day? You came here directly gone?"

Yan Xuan pondered for a moment, looked at the three words hanging on the door, not completely sure, just said: "It's also just right."

"Just passing by?" Cen Yuan asked, "Is that how you bought it?"

Yan Xuan didn't answer for a while, and only after a while did she say "hmm" very softly.He then looked at the other party: "Does this count as fate?"

"Forget it." Cen Yuan looked at him dully, answered almost immediately, and repeated: "Forget it."

Although this place is lively, it is really not a place where you can talk privately slowly.Seeing that the other party was still in a daze, Yan Xuan simply grabbed the other party's fingers with one hand and went straight to push the door.

Cen Yuan moved reflexively by the pinched fingertips, but he didn't have any intention to break free.

A man in the mansion was sweeping fallen leaves in the yard, when he heard the sound, he looked up and called out, "Mr. Yan."

Yan Xuan said, "Uncle Zhang."

Although everything in the mansion is fairly complete now, because it has been vacant for a while, it is inevitable that there will be some dust.And it was impossible for Yan Xuan to do everything by himself, except that he would personally supervise when necessary, Zhang Bo was invited to take care of the rest.

Zhang Bo looks about five or sixty years old, neither fat nor thin, nor tall. When looking at the two of them, he has to raise his head slightly, but his eyes are always smiling, and he looks honest and honest appearance.

Seeing Cen Yuan, he called out again: "Young Master Cen."

Few people can pronounce the country name plus the word "gongzi" so lightly, so Cen Yuan was also stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then nodded after a long while.

I don't know how Yan Xuan explained his relationship with Cen Yuan, but Uncle Zhang turned a blind eye to the hands they were holding, and only said to Yan Xuan, "The backyard has been cleaned up according to the young master's order. What tea and snacks do you two young masters need?" Is it? Old slave, go and get ready."

"Thank you Uncle Zhang, no need." Yan Xuan said, "Let's just take a look."

"In this case, the old slave will step down first." Uncle Zhang smiled, and then handed over a bell, "There are no servants in the mansion now, only the old slave, if the two of you have any orders, it may be more troublesome Ring the bell a few times, and the old servant will go over as soon as he hears it."

Yan Xuan looked at Cen Yuan, as if asking for his opinion, the latter shook his head, and returned the bell: "No need for Uncle Zhang, there should be nothing wrong."

Uncle Zhang didn't argue, he accepted the bell in a good manner, said "don't bother me anymore" and left.

When Uncle Zhang disappeared completely, Yan Xuan looked at Cen Yuan again, and pulled his hand: "Let's go."

Seeing that he was walking towards the backyard, Cen Yuan couldn't help teasing: "What kind of treasure are you hiding in the backyard? It's so mysterious."

Yan Xuan didn't say a word, just glanced at him, as if responding "you'll know when you get there".

The two passed through a circular arch, and a pond of flowers and plants appeared in front of them, which had obviously been cleaned.

Cen Yuan asked softly again: "Are you so sure that I will like it?"

He didn't realize until after he asked this sentence that he had acquiesced that everything Yan Xuan did was for him.

But Yan Xuan did not deny it, only said: "Not sure."

After all, he added another sentence: "Actually, I have never been sure."

Cen Yuan suddenly felt a strong numbness in his heart.

He clenched his hands tightly and murmured: "Then why do you still..."

Spending a lot of money, is it just for an uncertain guess?A sentence he said casually many years ago, which even he almost forgot?

He had to feel that sometimes, the little general was even crazier than he thought.

Whether it's the mansion in front of him now, or the fact that the other party went back to the mansion before he returned to the palace because he didn't enter the palace, or took him out of the city in the middle of the night, they all showed Yan Xuan's unknown side to the fullest.

If such a change happened to someone else, Cen Yuan would at best sigh that people cannot be judged by appearances, but this person is Yan Xuan, and all simple things and their reasons can become so complicated that people can't figure it out.

Especially when these actions are all because of one person, all because of him, it becomes more and more unfathomable, with indescribable profound meaning.

— that's all he knows.

He was thinking about it here, and he didn't even realize that Yan Xuan didn't answer the question he had only said half a sentence.At this time, Yan Xuan led him through another narrow door and came to the backyard.

The moment I stepped through the door, all the complicated and redundant sounds and characters seemed to be isolated in another space, and even the rustling of flowers could not be heard.The side of the door is like a paradise without people, a world of its own, quiet and charming.

Cen Yuan came back to his senses in a daze, and found that calling this place the Peach Blossom Spring seemed inaccurate.

——Although it has not yet reached the flowering period, there is a large apricot tree planted in the yard.

After entering the backyard, Yan Xuan let go of the other's hand, and put her back behind her back, like politeness and restraint.

He said on the side: "I originally wanted to wait for your birthday next year to give you a surprise."

But not to mention the previous time, he was almost exposed before he even made preparations. When Cen Yuan came out of the firm that night, although he didn't say it clearly, he also expressed disapproval, but Yan Xuan caught the inadvertent disappointment on his face .

In this way, he couldn't bear to delay any longer.

At least from now on, he doesn't want to see any expression related to "sadness" on Cen Yuan's face, no matter whether it is caused by him or not.

Cen Yuan didn't ask why the other party changed his mind temporarily, he just walked under the apricot tree, touched the trunk, and looked up to see the few petals of flowers on the branches.

He suddenly remembered the day not long after he came to Danlin County.

……

It was the time when it rained several times in succession.

Yan Xuan has always been indifferent to where he goes every day, adhering to the principle of listening to His Highness in everything, he just does what he hears.And Cen Yuan was a little excited at the beginning, and was happy to go out for a stroll or two around the neighborhood, but because of the rain, there were fewer stalls in the market, and the shopping was not very enjoyable.

So except for going out occasionally, he mostly just stayed in the mansion, holding the scriptures he picked up and watching all day long, and at night he asked someone to fill a jug of wine, and sat under the eaves with Yan Xuan, drinking with the moonlight in the south of the Yangtze River.

It was like this that day, and it was raining spasmodically outside, which wet the floor tiles into large areas of dark gray.When the rain falls on the ground, it will make a small ticking sound.

After dinner, Cen Yuan had someone move two rugs out to the eaves of the house, lit the lamp, and after a while, bathed in the sound of falling rain, he picked up a book of folk stories.

Autumn has already entered the south of the Yangtze River, and when it rains, it is no longer as sweltering as before, but it brings a chill that is enough to break the bones.

The copper pot was cooking on the stove, and the hot steam from the steam mixed with the invisible wind and drifted towards the place where the two were. A piece of white light dyed this corner with some hazy colors.

And Yan Xuan sat on the other side, tirelessly selecting tea leaves and washing them.

As the water in the copper pot made the sound of boiling, which gradually covered the sound of the rain, Cen Yuan could not help being attracted by the sound of the water, and glanced at the situation around him from the corner of his eye.

Not long after he moved his gaze away, he naturally moved to the hand holding the teapot, and then along the powerful arm, all the way to the other side's profile.

——The young general's appearance has become more outstanding and mature in recent years, and the last trace of immaturity has been scraped away by the battlefield.From this angle, one can see the sharp edges and corners of his jaw, the pleasing arc of his Adam's apple, which reveals an unshakable toughness; he can see the corners of his lips are bright red, sunken deeper because of his pursed lips, the long eyelashes drooping slightly, every time he blinks Every now and then, they flutter like wings and feathers, as if they can fan the white mist.

With this situation, one can't help but wonder whether it is some immortal in the sky, because after staying in the human world for a long time, he finally couldn't hide the immortal energy lingering around him.

Whenever Cen Yuan laments the young general's beauty in his heart, he can't help but think of every spring day he spent with him in Jin'an Palace when he was a child, with apricot blossoms and beauties, no matter what is missing, he will be a little inferior.

Therefore, when Yan Xuan sensed his gaze, turned his head to look over, and asked him what was the matter, he laughed, turned his gaze back to the yard in front of him, and replied with the wrong words: "If it was me today Birthdays are fine."

Yan Xuan asked him, "Why?"

"Probably because my birthday is often accompanied by a light rain of apricot blossoms." Cen Yuan said with a smile, "Beauties should be accompanied by beautiful scenery."

There are also a few flower trees planted in the courtyard of Changyou Mansion, but they are sweet-scented osmanthus that are suitable for autumn. At this time, it has reached the end of the flowering period, and they were blown down by the rain and fell on the dark gray ground.Although there are a lot of them, they still seem lonely and desolate.

However, in Cen Yuan's subconscious mind, even if the apricot blossom falls, it will not bring such a sense of sadness in autumn, maybe because it often follows the recovery of all things in spring, maybe because it happens to be around his birthday, or maybe it is because of the In his memory of the past, there will always be relatives under the apricot tree.

At that time, Yan Xuan just smiled, did not make any comments on his frivolous words, and poured two cups of fragrant hot tea.

……

Cen Yuan suddenly withdrew from his memories amidst the fragrance of tea, turned around and saw Yan Xuan walking beside him at some point.

Seeing him looking at the remaining fruits and flowers, Yan Xuan said in a low voice, "It's all bare now, it's really not a good time."

"No." Cen Yuan looked at his familiar side face close at hand, "It's fine now."

Yan Xuan's heavy eyes immediately fell on him.

Now there is no light rain of apricot blossoms, only sunshine and autumn wind interweaving in a corner under the branches of apricot blossoms, which is quite different from the scene in Cen Yuan's imagination, or in memory.

But that's fine.

In the past, under the apricot tree, they could often hear Jiang Zhaoyi talking about how she and Emperor Ning met and how they fell in love at first sight.

When he was young, Cen Yuan could only mess around with Yan Xuan, and he didn't understand why his mother and concubine were so sincere.And later, when he thought about it, he couldn't help but think of——

Surrounded by so many palace walls, is there really such a thing as love?

The mother and concubine said it was love at first sight with the father, so does the father really love the mother and concubine?

If it was true love, then after the death of his mother and concubine in the previous life, why didn't his father send someone to investigate carefully, but instead pushed the boat along, making this matter a move that pushed him into the center of the whirlpool?

Cen Yuan has seen many Yingyingyanyans, whether they are the children of civil and military officials, or the likes of the wind, flowers, water and moon, but counting it carefully, it seems that he has never really been attracted to anyone, or had any love between men and women. Feelings.

Therefore, when analyzing these questions, his insignificant, at most, the experience that he was exposed to while acting was lacklustre, and even up to now, he still hasn't been able to give him a definite answer.

Then look at it again—what about him?

Does he love Yan Xuan...

This subconscious question made Cen Yuan startled.

He guessed that he was probably too insensitive to feelings, so that even if he pondered quietly now, it was difficult to find a thorough reason for either answer of yes or no.

He used to think that in this life again, he and Yan Xuan were linked together by a marriage letter, but in the end it was nothing more than the same interests, to say the least, it was a friendship through thick and thin.

But looking at it now, it seems that it is not so simple.

When he was just reborn, the strangeness of the other party was always with him, and the long-lasting sense of distance in the dream was too shocking, so here and now, Yan Xuan stood in front of him, standing within his reach, He will feel that this is very good.

"Yan Xuan." He couldn't help calling softly.

Maybe it was because his voice came so suddenly, it took Yan Xuan a moment to reply: "Huh?"

Cen Yuan suddenly didn't know what to answer.

As far as his eyes could see, he could see Yan Xuan's ears were tilted under the sun, and a layer of eye-catching crimson was gradually spreading.

"...Little General." After a while, he called out again, and then stretched out his hand to gently pinch the other's red ears, "Your ears are red."

I saw Yan Xuan's eyelashes trembling slightly, and immediately encircled his wrist.

Cen Yuan suddenly smiled.

The moment the familiar words came out of his mouth, they seemed to overlap with the past, and the answer to that question seemed to be no longer important.

If it's just an unreasonable thought, then it's an unreasonable thought.

He didn't let go of his hand, but leaned closer.

It wasn't the approach and abrupt end with a subtle edge, nor was it the superficial touch on the eyelids that was once drunk.

He kissed Yan Xuan.