As soon as Youmeng thought about the days after they separated, she had encountered many things, almost making sweet, sad, panic, and sad, and all the flavors of life, she felt so sad that she wanted to cry. I wonder if he was the same?

No, he is different. He has settled himself into a cup of indifferent tea. His world is not vigorous or vigorous, but his heart is as calm as water and consistently calm.

After understanding him, Youmeng's eyes trembled slightly, and she gently held the corner of her mouth, feeling relieved and bitter.

The plum blossoms are cold, and I know that I am unlucky, and there is nothing more than mist and rain. Life is always like this.

I also know that I am lucky to see you again.

The luckiest thing is that after I saw you and saw everything, my eyebrows and eyes were still safe.

Youmeng was relieved, sighed lightly and slowly withdrew her gaze.

Just as she turned completely, Mei Zihan put down the flower paper in her hand, her cold eyes were slightly stunned and gradually raised up—

The sight is her direction.

Looking at her hanging her head and packing up the incense table, there seemed to be mist flowing in his cold loom.

In fact, he has been sealing the piano for a long time, and when he touches the strings again, there is no sudden whim. Since he can make an exception today, it should be for that special person.

His concern is never easily revealed. Even if he wants to help her, he will not let others see it. He does not want her to discover it, or even to make himself notice it.

Use the sound of the piano to calm your mind.

Perhaps this is the most consistent with his style of conduct, the most obscure, and the best way to do it.

The future is still unpredictable, new people and new stories will come at any time, just like when the beauty will finally be over.

And in the past, with this increasingly dull piano sound, it would eventually fall into the cup of plum blossoms falling into sake with a slightly bitter wine, slowly falling into the old things.

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Ji Ying had been in the hot spring for half an hour. He was so relaxed that he almost fell asleep. He scratched his neck unconsciously and was suddenly awakened by the woman's scream: "Ah! Young Master! You..."

"What's the noise?" Ji Ying narrowed her sleepy eyes and looked at the pool impatiently.

"Young Master..." The two beauties were all fascinated and stuttered, "Then...what is that..."

He was stunned and looked down at his arms, shoulders, and chest with rashes, densely packed, which shocked him: "How could this happen..."

Realizing that something was wrong, he rushed out of the hot spring and rushed to the mirror on the ground. The mirror showed that his whole body was covered with rashes, and the same was true on his face. Moreover, the rashes were itchy, which made him unable to help scratching, and the more he scratched, the more itched he became.

The two beauties were even more frightened when they saw this, fearing that they would have some disease that would spread to others, so they hurried aside and dared not approach them.

"What are you doing when you are still stunned!" Ji Ying shouted angrily, "Go and find a doctor!"

"Yes..." The two girls hurriedly put on their clothes and ran out of Tang Mu.

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Yu Shao and Li Feng came to Xiyuan and were walking along the lotus pond. The scenery around him was pleasant, and Yu Shao felt it was pleasing to the eye: "Li Feng, are you living like this?"

Li Feng smiled and nodded: "Yes, when my father meets his friend, he will go back to the inn in two days."

They passed by the small building where Ji Ying lived. At this time, Ji Ying was almost driven crazy by the itch on her body. She put on a casual outer robe and wrapped in a bath towel. She was so untidy that she ran out of the building. She saw someone and rushed up, which scared Li Feng and Yu Shao.

"Help……"
Chapter completed!