Song Tingwu squatted in the corner of the courtyard drying medicinal herbs, while Yan Chixu leaned against the door and watched, spinning a freshly picked loquat on his fingertips.
When he stood up, Yan Chixu naturally took the bamboo sieve and handed the loquat to his mouth.
The medicinal fragrance is mixed with the fruity fragrance,
The days flow slowly in such gentleness.
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In the evening of late spring, the two secretly hid under the peach blossom tree, and Yan Chixu made a simple wreath for Song Tingwu.
Song Tingwu looked down at the wreath, the tips of his ears turned red, but he did not avoid his hand to put it on for her.
The petals fall on the shoulders,
Hiding the love that I dare not say out loud.
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Song Tingwu was mending Yan Chixu's old clothes under the lamp. His fingertips were pricked by a needle and he hissed softly.
Yan Chixu immediately put down the book, took his hand and blew it gently, his eyes full of love.
The night outside the window is thick, and the lights inside the house are warm and yellow.
In a corner that no one knows, love is growing quietly.
The evening breeze turned on the alley lights, and he held his sleeves and walked slowly.
Gossips are common until the third watch, and the lights are bright for the rest of my life.
Intention: Love is the same