In early summer, wisteria flowers bloom, dyeing a pool of blue water.
Under the wisteria trellis, she sat at her desk and took notes. Li Wenyao took a sip of tea and looked at her. The sun shines through the dense leaves, kisses her cheek, and flows with brilliance.
The wind blew gently, and the wisteria flowers on the beaded curtain swayed from side to side like wind chimes. Fallen flowers were falling one after another, and the air was filled with the faintest fragrance. She raised her eyebrows and met his deep eyes, and instantly there was like lightning and thunder.
"Has the case been recorded, Lady Crown?" He smiled slightly and reached out to play with the cane.
The word "women's crown" is very playful. She pouted and said: "Yes, I'm remembering it."
He asked: "We are almost running out of peach blossom paper. What should we do next?"
She said leisurely: "When the rouge is used up, the peach blossoms will bloom." She thought for a moment, "Or, you can use other flowers. What kind of flower paper do you want, I will give you one, okay?" She still buried her head and ran the tip of the pen on the flower paper.
Li Wenyao raised his head and looked at the interdependent vines, entwining them affectionately, telling them that they would never leave. He said calmly: "Just give me this wisteria note."
Xu Pan was startled and raised his head, "I thought adults would choose strong flowers like gladiolus."
Li Wenyao smiled but did not answer. Let the breeze flow between them.
Under his slight smile, he was in a panic that she had never known;
On the flower note, she was the only thing on his mind that he didn't dare to write about.
Intention: Follow each other calmly on the windy and rainy road