For some people, meeting is destiny and being together is luck.
The first time we met, we were in the cardamom years, Niao Tingting.
Dressed in silver outside the window, with red silk beside the window, he stood holding a drink, his brocade velvet hat covering half of his face, but it could not hide his charming look; he sat quietly, motionless in the wind, and the elegance flowing between his brows impressed all the nobles in the hall.
At that time, the young man leaned over and hugged the wheelchair, with a childish smile on his lips, and asked him: "They call you Qizi Qizi, whose wife are you?"
At that time, the young man seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with a cunning glint in his eyes, "They all call you beauty, whose matchmaker are you?"
It was just an unintentional joke between the two of them. They looked at each other and were separated from each other.
When we met again, the albizia flowers in Shenyaju were in full bloom.
The young man under the tree raised his eyes slightly and happened to see the "little thief" stealing flowers on the wall.
The man was neither embarrassed nor embarrassed. He raised the corners of his lips and said, "It's really wonderful to meet an old friend while smelling flowers." His face reflected the delicate flowers, stunning Midsummer.
The young man smiled slightly, as calm as water, "Who is your old friend?"
No?
The young man occasionally comes to drink tea, have a meal, and drink to warm up.
"Xiyu, I heard that you are very good at painting. How about making a painting for me?"
"Xiyu, I heard that your sweet and sour fish is good? Why don't you try your craft today?"
"Xiyu, it's getting late, can I stay here for the night?"
"..."
He is wanton and domineering by nature, and his affection and patience are only for that one person.
He is naturally cool and stoic, and tenderness can only be found in the eyes that stare at him.
In troubled times, you are the country I want to wait for.
Even if the blood of soldiers and horses is splashed all their lives.
Even if the glory fades away, the silence is endless.