March is the month when the grass grows and the orioles fly.
The second young lady of the Shen family was hooking cherries on the small building when she caught a glimpse of Meng Liuzhao passing by downstairs.
She knew that this person could take her out of here.
Since her mother's death, she had tried to escape many times, but she could not escape from this cold house.
The world is so difficult, how can it be placed on the shoulders of a little girl?
But she didn't take it seriously. The ancient journey was long, and there was always a place she could set foot on.
If she continues to stay here, even if her stepmother sends her out of the palace tomorrow, she will be nothing more than a phoenix crown and a harem, moving from one prison to another.
And she wants wind, wine, mountains full of flowers, and freedom.
——
Meng Liuzhao didn't like going to Shen's house.
It is true that Shen Yuhe played the pipa very well, but he had always been indifferent to music. Whenever he was invited by his father, he would nod his head like Mr. Nan Guo, and when he found an opening, he would slide out of the living room and stroll in the courtyard.
Until one day he stepped into the garden behind the fence.
There was a cherry tree in the garden, with bright red fruits falling in clusters. He was excited to see it and reached out to reach for it.
"Crack."
What came before my eyes were not just a bunch of cherries, but also a face I had never seen before behind the fresh cherries.
She has a plain and bright face, and even the slightly surprised expression is just right.
He was stunned, but the girl left the window of Xiulou lightly and quickly.
Meng Liuzhao lowered his eyes and silently put away the cherry branches that had been broken in his hands.
——
I have nothing to do and I have no choice but to lend it to someone else. It's not a big deal, right?
On the boat offshore, Shen Yunkui put the cherry into his mouth, which was so sour.
"It's not necessary for all the people, it's for yourself."
She held her chin and looked at the surging river. The south of the Yangtze River was far away and she would never return. She just wanted to drink some warm rice wine to relieve her fatigue.
"Zhouzi, serve the wine."
No one answered.
She was suspicious. After the boat crossed the middle of the river, she went to the outside of the boat to take a look. She walked around and saw the man wearing a worn-out bamboo hat. It turned out to be that handsome and familiar face.
"Liu Zhao." Shen Yunkui smiled naturally and climbed onto his neck, "I knew you would come."
Meng Liuzhao under the bamboo hat was stunned for a moment, then chuckled:
"I also want to know, what don't you know?"
——
The river is full of wind and clouds, and the light boat has passed.
Falling in love at first sight may not be true, childhood sweethearts may not be true, being a drunkard may not be true, and raising a case may not be true.
Even at this moment, when he came to her across thousands of miles and grabbed her wrist, the passion in his eyes was still half bright and half dark.
There is no going back, as long as we meet again, we can start over, right?
[Qing Leng Fishing Black Lotus × Sunny Little Loyal Dog]
tips:
1. No cijing, no tool female character, feel free to eat
2. This book is fictitious and has many private settings. Please explain in advance, peace and love ~
Intention: Counting the past in detail should not be a waste of poetry and wine
