Fourteen, spring is difficult for a long time

Yufu. In front of the Yunting, there were a few green pine trees, and their expressions were clumsy to the long sky.

In the pine room open space, Shen Fang was making a gesture while correcting Yu Qingcun's moves.

There is a black lacquered string organ in the pavilion, which is Yuqing's beloved Fuxi Tongqin.

After half an hour, Yu Qingcun was already sweaty and his face was slightly pale.

In the past few years, he has been depressed, drunk and physically weak. Although it has been carefully taught by Shen Fang for more than two months, after all, there is not much time, and it is only slightly stronger than usual, and it is difficult to rush for a while.

Shen Fang stopped with a smile, approached, took the sweat towel, and wiped it off Yuqing's forehead.

This was a very common move in the past two months, and Shen Fang did it very naturally. But on this day, there was a strange touch in Yu Qingcun's heart. The secret sweetness surged in. He stood there and couldn't help closing his eyes gently. He was motionless to let Shen Fang wipe off the sweat on his face one by one, and only carefully tasted the infinite warmth of this moment in his heart.

Suddenly, a burst of coolness invaded. Yu Qingcun suddenly realized that he was shocked and quickly opened his eyes. However, he saw that Shen Fang didn't know when he stopped his hand and was looking at himself in a trance. The emotions flow in his eyes made people unable to understand the meaning, like pity, like admiration, like sighing, let alone a desolation. Yu Qingcun couldn't help but be stunned.

When Shen Fang saw Yu Qingcun's eyes open, he woke up immediately, and the emotion in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He only coughed softly, and then smiled and said warmly, "You don't have to worry about Qingcun. Stabilize the breath between the fists and moves, familiarize the inner skill and heart, and use it to operate freely. If you just lift your spirit and fight fiercely, you will not be harmed by it. Besides, it will take time for your body to recover.

He said, "That's all for today. It's already late autumn. Be careful of the cold. Let's take a bath first and change this wet coat.

Yu Qingcun had to lower his head gently with a "um", resigned Shen Fang, and turned around and left with his heart full of heart.

Sighting Yu Qingcun's distant figure, Shen Fang stood leisurely for a long time. A gust of west wind blew, and the sound of the leaves was faint.

Suddenly, Shen Fang removed his coat and patted his waist. The cold light flashed, and a long sword had danced like a dragon going to sea.

However, when he saw that his sword was light, his posture was vigorous and unrestrained, but he was dark and excited, and there was a breath in the flat area, which made the tall pine trees around him tremble slightly, and the pine needles shook.

Suddenly, the sword pointed straight to the Yun Pavilion, but when he heard the sound of "Zhong", the strings in the pavilion were stirred. In the lingering sound, Shen Fang has already started to sing in a low voice. Song:

"The empty mountain has no armor, and the vegetation is green and yellow. Spring is difficult for a long time. Why do you look at it every time?

The song is full of emotions, and every string in the low singing, the sound of the piano is low and empty. It makes people feel sad when they hear it.

I don't know how long it took for him to sing and sing. Shen Fang felt that his mood had gradually calmed down, and he had just received the sword momentum. I saw a slight sweat on my forehead.

When he turned around, he saw that Yu Qingcun had leaned against the porch pillar at the corner and looked here silently.

Shen was slightly awe-hearted. Today, he was so restless that he didn't hear Yu Qingcun's footsteps approaching.

He picked up his long shirt and hesitated to go to Yu Qingcun. But he saw that Yu Qingcun had come to him.

Shen Fang looked at him all the time coming, knowing that he must have heard the song, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Yu Qingcun approached within two feet of Shen Fang, and then stopped.

He stared closely at Shen Fang's eyes and asked in a low voice, "Spring has been difficult for a long time. Why do you always look at it?" Brother Shen, who is this talking about? Who is looking at every time? Brother Shen?" Speaking of this, he paused for a short time and then whispered, "Or is it clear?"

As soon as the word "clear storage" came out, Shen Fang's face suddenly changed slightly.

Shen Fang looked at Yu Qingcun in surprise and couldn't help taking half a step back. However, there was a little joy in Yu Qingcun's eyes.

Shen Fang quickly turned his eyes, looked sideways and looked elsewhere. He said indifferently, "No - where..." Unexpectedly, a faint red had already surged up. He couldn't help but stop talking and secretly look at Yu Qingcun uneasily.

Seeing such a Shen Fang, Yu Qingcun was relaxed and slightly sour in his heart.

He took a step closer to Shen Fang. I only heard him whisper, "It turns out that Brother Shen knows that it is clear..."

Shen Fang blushed more and more. He moved and was about to get up, but his arm was pulled by Yu Qingcun, and then a faint fragrance after the bath invaded. Yu Qingcun had gently half leaned in his arms.

Shen Fang's body exudes a pine-like atmosphere, and every time he sweats, he smells like this. Yu Qingcun sniffed gently and didn't say a word for a long time. Gradually, he was overjoyed and felt a burst of sadness for no reason.

Shen Fang was stunned, and the coat in his hand had slipped down to the ground, and he still didn't realize it. In a confusion, I heard Yu Qingcun sigh and said, "But why 'Spring is not good for a long time'... Isn't it that you can't believe it?" He left a little and looked up at him.

Shen Fang looked down at Yu Qingcun, but saw that his face was crimson. After bathing, his long hair became more and more dark, making his eyes darker and deeper.

At this time, Yu Qingcun is indescribably handsome and abnormally beautiful. But he only stood there, quiet and sad.

Shen was so soft that he unconsciously sighed, stretched out his arm, and gently hugged Yu Qingcun into his arms. But he didn't answer.

The pine pavilion stands quietly in front of the Yun Pavilion, and only occasionally there is a light wind blowing.

The two of them flew lightly and hugged there quietly. Time seemed to have stopped flowing.