Forty-nine, stand alone in the spring breeze

Jiangnan, Liuyun Town, a big mansion.

It's the long season of spring. Under a blooming peach blossom tree in the house, there is a person standing. The clothes are like snow, and the sky is high. He is looking up at the peach blossoms full of trees, stunned. But seeing his face as Tsinghua, it is difficult to hide his sick paleness in his handsomeness. It is Yu Qingcun.

A gust of wind came, and a few pieces of peach blossoms fell on the skirt. There is a little red calyx on the white coat, which looks like blood and tears, which is eye-catching and sad.

Every time you know that you are in a hurry, everything is in the air. I miss you every year, and I stand alone in the spring breeze.

Although the peach blossom is blooming brightly at this time, like a winter's heart, it finally has to tell Dongjun. Only the prosperity needs to be exhausted, but at that time, it has not been harvested by the east wind, nothing more than scattered dust. But he is still infatuated, fragrant and green mud, still giving birth to the color of spring in the coming year. How did you get such persistence? He is so persistent.

I just don't know how the empty branch of the tree feels when I see that Dongjun is getting farther and farther away.

Thinking of this section, Yu Qingcun didn't realize that he had hurt himself first, as if he was communicating with the imaginary empty branches.

At this time, the singing of young women came faintly from outside the house. The tooth plate is full of laughter. The spring is sunny and warm, and the wind is slightly in the air.

He looked down at the red petals between his fingers. The expression turned out to be gloomy.

Can you get it if you cherish it? Whoever can twist God's will and cherish it when it is time to receive it, he has to watch it pass away. At that time, maybe he was still trying to be pregnant for the first time, and his heart was intoxicated. This world's love affair, sorrows and joys are staggered, and the world does not know how to return.

Because of Yu Qingcun's illness, he couldn't stand the cold in the north. One day, Shen Fang was in a carriage with Yu Qingcun, left Chongzhou, and came to this Liuyun Town to settle down.

This residence is two years, and Yu Qingcun has not been well recuperated before. Ren Shen Fang is quite a good doctor, and it is also very difficult to cure for a while.

Na Yu Qingcun saw that Shen Fang worked hard to find a prescription for himself day and night, and the condition was not very good. In addition to pity, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. He is also very good at hiding his heart, but no one is secretly sad.

This mood is bad, and the disease is even more overturned.

Now that the spring is thick, I actually feel that Shen Fang's great years have been spent for himself in vain, so I feel a little disgusted with myself. Look at this beautiful peach blossom and listen to the Yingying smile. Everything in the world is in full bloom. The beauty of life is amazingly loved, but it has nothing to do with me.

It's just that if you really walk away alone, how can you give up that person?

It's hard to decide these good thoughts, but in the spring of the garden, he is alone in his long clothes, but he is alone with flowers.

Suddenly, a pair of firm arms surrounded him. His heart beat, and he couldn't help leaning back gently. Suddenly, there was no right sadness, and suddenly a piece of tenderness overflowed.

The embrace is generous and warm, which makes people greedy. I heard the man's laughter in his ear.

"What is it for a person to stand under this peach blossom? Isn't it possible that Zifei has been away for a while, and then she misses Chun?

Yu Qingcun smiled with a shallow smile, but did not answer. He only slightly raised his head and leaned on Shen Fang's shoulder, half closed his eyes and gently pressed against Shen Fang's jaw, rubbing gently, and his face was slightly red. I only feel the colorful flow of sunshine in front of me, and the transparent and fresh feeling is overflowing my heart.

Seeing that he was so amorous, Shen Fang couldn't help bowing his head and kissing him. For a while, it was lingering and inseparable. Yu Qingcun almost suffocated, so he let go of him.

But he fished it and walked indoors with him in his arms.

The peach blossoms in the garden stood quietly and seemed to be more red. But it seemed to be too shy. A gust of wind came, and a few petals fell down, swirling low in the air and going down.

The music and laughter outside the house gradually faded away, but the spring on the street quietly, and this world is addictive.

Yu Qingcun gasped slightly, and his neat black hair had spread all over the pillow, and a few wisps were wrapped around his face and chest. His cheeks turned red, and he tried his best to withstand a wave of shocks.

He had already been intoxicated, but he refused to show it freely. But when he glanced at it in the haze, it was full of the man's heroic appearance.

This mountain-like firm man! Yu Qingcun thought drowsily, and he turned into a clear stream, as long as he was around such a person.

The fragrance of flowers outside the window and the turbid breath in the room is extremely gorgeous. Looking at the jade under him, Shen was relieved that it was endless**. But seeing that he was so patient, he increased his strength and wanted to make him relaxed and happy. Even if he died for him, he was willing.

When the peak came, Yu Qingcun also unconsciously chanted. It's like a sigh. His whole body trembled, but suddenly there was a surge of sadness, and he couldn't help bursting into tears.

Shen Fang stretched out his arms and hugged him with pity, so that he hugged him tightly and cried faster. He only quietly stroked his back, and the overflowing tenderness was mixed with a little fatigue.

For a long time, when Yu Qingcun woke up from a deep sleep, it was already in the moon and ice blue, in the secluded semi-diarrhea room.

Looking back, I saw that Shen Fang was still in the dream. His handsome facial features looked like a child at this time, pure and sparse. He loved it so much that he couldn't help kissing the soft lips several times.

He lay down with the man's slender and warm body for a moment. Seeing that he did not wake up and knew that he was very tired, Yu Qingcun quietly rose up from his clothes.