C6

The leaves on the branches were wildly swaying, and in that moment, a rapid gust of wind blew past, causing the surrounding leaves to rustle. Yan Wenqing quickly spun down from the treetops, and his body lightly spun along the tree trunk as he fell down to the ground. The tip of his foot bounced from tree to tree like a dragonfly touching the water. The hard work of cultivating made Yan Wenqing gasp for breath. He stopped and walked to the side of the cliff and sat down cross-legged next to the pine tree. The entire area fell silent once more.

"Brother Wen Qing." A coquettish voice suddenly sounded out, but the current Yan Wenqing was indifferent to the shouts. It was as if he was in another space and couldn't hear anything other than his thoughts, as if he was thinking of something.

"Brother Wen Qing, Brother Wen Qing." Yan Wenqing had to call out a few times before he suddenly came to his senses. This sweet voice had actually come from the bottom of the stone steps.

Yan Wenqing turned his head and saw a girl around fifteen to sixteen years old running up. Looking carefully, he saw that the girl was the same one he had saved from the village robbers. She was full of smiles and looked radiant. The green satin dress she was wearing made her exceptionally beautiful. The girl ran to Yan Wenqing's side, her black willow leaf eyebrows glowed brightly under the golden sunlight, her eyes were like clear spring water, the two dimples on her smooth white face looked even more beautiful when she smiled, she was like a piece of unpolished jade, pure and pure like white magnolia.

"Xiao Lan, why are you here?" Yan Wenqing, who had recovered from his shock, asked in surprise. When he saw Xiao Lan's face, he quickly shifted his gaze to the vine in front of him, not daring to meet her eyes.

"Me. I just want to. I want to see you. Oh, I want to see you practice. "Hehe, I caught you red-handed. You, sit here and sleep." Xiaolan stood to the side and whispered. Her white face was shy and red. He noticed that Yan Wenqing's head was dripping with sweat, so he quickly took out a snow-white silk handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over to Yan Wenqing. He quickly wiped the sweat off his face. My clothes are soaked. " Yan Wenqing wanted to say something, but when he saw Xiao Lan's beautiful face with a devilish smile and the silk scarf that she handed over, he didn't say anything. Perhaps, the softest feeling in his heart was to face Xiao Lan.

"It's better not to wipe it for fear of dirtying your clean silk scarf. I don't know how to wash this. The sweat will dry up soon." Yan Wenqing said with a smile, his face also slightly flushed.

"Don't worry about it, I'll wash it myself when I go back, how can I let a man wash this? Besides, when I went to find you just now, I saw that there were so many beautiful butterfly handkerchiefs hanging in your room, I'll give you one when you go back later." "That butterfly was very beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful painting."

"You entered my bedroom?" Yan Wenqing asked in a forceful tone. Immediately, a unhappy expression appeared on his face.

"Yeah." When Xiao Lan saw Yan Wenqing's expression, she suddenly became nervous and flustered. She realized that Yan Wenqing was very angry that she had entered his bedroom. What had happened to him? He had always been kind and kind to himself, and why did he not want to let himself into his bedroom, and why did he not bring him into his room every time he came up the mountain to look for him? He seemed to realize that something was wrong. "I just went in to see if you were there. I didn't touch anything in the room."

"Didn't my grandmother tell you that no one is allowed to enter my bedroom?" Yan Wenqing was very excited, but as he looked at this beautiful and panicked girl in front of him, he lowered his voice. He was afraid that she wouldn't be happy if she was angry. Yes, no one but his grandmother could enter his bedroom, including his most beloved master. He had always been protecting his sister in that room. He didn't want anyone to disturb his sister in that quiet. Those beautiful butterflies belonged to her alone, and no one could share them.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have entered your bedroom." Xiao Lan had a very aggrieved look on her face, making people feel heartache. They couldn't help but want to wipe away the tears on her face. Indeed, at this moment, her beautiful heart had indeed been greatly wronged. Wen Qing, who had always teased them about being nice to them, was now very angry at them. "I didn't know your room was off limits. I was being rude."

"Looking at Xiao Lan's twisted expression due to her sadness, I realized that I was too agitated just now and my words were a bit too heavy." Actually, I just wanted to tell you that I don't want to go into my room. It. "It." In the end, Yan Wenqing did not tell Xiao Lan that he could not go into his bedroom.

Xiao Lan was even more confused. She couldn't figure out why Yan Wenqing would be angry because she was embarrassed when she entered his bedroom. Did he hate himself that much? Did he hate being in his room? Suddenly, his eyes turned red, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. But she didn't dare to say anything as she was afraid that she would anger Yan Wenqing again.

Xiao Lan took out something neatly folded with a piece of coarse cloth from her chest pocket. Immediately, a fragrant smell wafted through the air as she slowly handed the package to Yan Wenqing with both hands. She said with a smile, "This is a sesame seed cake my mother made.

Yan Wenqing carefully received the sesame seed cake from Xiao Lan. He didn't dare to comment on her rosy eyes, afraid that he would feel sad for being too excessive. Ever since he had saved Xiaolan, everything she had done had moved him. She would give it to him to eat because he liked to eat her mother's pancakes. She would never forget to tell him to call her grandma 'hot' first. Her every frown and smile always made him feel comfortable.

When Yan Wenqing took the pancake Xiaolan turned around and left with a blush, tears silently dripped down. The melancholy and loss caused Yan Wenqing's heart to suddenly ache. He wanted to stop her, but no words came out of his mouth. The hand in the air slid down dejectedly.

Xiaolan stopped at the foot of the mountain, stunned for a second, then continued to run down the mountain.

A cool breeze rustled across the treetops, and the crisp chirping of birds sounded urgent and uncontrolled.

In the garden, the old granny was watering the four seasons of bright red which bloomed in a wooden basin. The entire yard was filled with the fragrance of the flowers. Turning his head, he suddenly saw Xiao Lan running down the mountain while covering her face and sobbing. He quickly put down the water spoon in his hand and hugged Xiao Lan's shoulders and asked anxiously, "Miss Xiao Lan, what's wrong with you? What happened? Did you run into something on the way or did my little sister bullied you? " The old granny was afraid that something had happened to Xiaolan. She asked a series of questions but Xiaolan didn't even have the time to answer them. It could be seen how concerned she was for this girl.

Xiao Lan stammered as she replied, "Nothing happened, it's just that ?" "It's just that ?" He wanted to lie, but it was hard to say. He raised his hand and wiped his cheeks and eyes with his sleeve, but then the tears came again.

The old granny used her cracked hands to wipe away Xiao Lan's tears, consoling her, "Good child, don't cry anymore. If you have anything to tell me, just tell me. When Qing'er returns, I'll tell him to go."

Xiao Lan hurriedly took over and said, "Grandma, Wen Qing didn't bully me, it's my fault. I entered his bedroom, so ?" Her tears started flowing again. The most beautiful and delicate part of a woman's appearance was her tears.

The grandma looked at Xiao Lan with a surprised expression as she whispered, "Miss Xiao Lan, you can't enter Qing'er's room. That is ?" Seeing the red in the old man's eyes, Xiao Lan seemed to realize something, but she didn't dare to ask. This room had a great relationship with Wen Qing, whether it was an untouchable scar or a memory that couldn't be recalled because of it.

The old man sighed and comforted Xiaolan. "The past is the past. Don't be sad for it. Just don't go in the next time." Traces of heartbreak appeared on the old man's face. This was the only place that Qing'er was relying on to survive in this broken house, the only place where she could repent to her sister. He was a good child, a pitiful child. The heavens could only blame themselves for being unfair to him. Miss Xiao Lan, quickly come with me to wash your face. When we get back, your mother will think that something is wrong when she sees you like this! " With that, he pulled Xiao Lan's hand and walked into the house, but Xiao Lan's knot in her heart had not been untied.

After washing her face, Xiao Lan told the old lady to remember to warm the pancake for Yan Wenqing before letting him eat it. The old woman answered and told her to go home and thank her mother.

Little Lan descended the mountain with a sense of displeasure in her heart. The old granny sent her to the mountain pass, along the way she advised Xiao Lan not to be sad, and waited for Yan Wenqing to come back to scold him for his wrongdoings.