He is used to seeing him wearing expensive custom suits or casual shirts. At this moment, he is really not used to seeing him appearing in such antique clothes.
Just as she stared at him, the moon was gently covered by a dark cloud.
Situ Chenjue sided slightly, and in the dim light, he was like the god of dark night.
Randomly, something appeared on his fingertips, and it turned out to be a green flute.
In this way, on this elegant winter night, Situ Chenjue, the great president who calls for the wind and rain, stood there quietly like a handsome and elegant noble young man in ancient legends.
A melody was blown gently between the lips.
The melody was a bit desolate and imprisoned, but also a bit of relief that I could not get drunk when I met a friend with a thousand cups of wine.
Just as he was playing, Bai Mei seemed to have a soul, and it seemed to be the sound of the flute that admired him.
Scrambled to land on his shoulders, his chest, and his hair.
Like a scene of fine snow.
This picture is so beautiful and beautiful, it seems to exist in a dream, and it seems to have seen it in my previous life.
I made a wish for five hundred years, looked back countless times before the Buddha, turned around and passed by, and only then did I get the fate of today?
Huanyan stood there blankly, the wind blew through her scattered hair.
Her eyes were wet, and she suddenly felt that this moment seemed to have been destined hundreds of years ago.
At that time, it might be a twilight with glazed lights, or it might be a night of flowers and moon full of spring and clouds.
At that time, he was a royal nobleman whose identity was a mystery, and she was a scattered woman in the land of fireworks.
When we meet under the moon, we have signed three lives and three lives with one look. We just hold hands, look back, and pass by each piece of white plum blossom, telling the sadness of separation.
That scattered love...
After a hundred years, we met again...
【In the end, I finally lost the world for you】
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Huanyan couldn't help but gently stepped on the grass wet with the night dew step by step and walked towards him.
Every step she took was very light, as if she was afraid of breaking her dream.
It was shocked and broken, the shocking glance that I had waited for five hundred years before waiting for.
Situ Chenjue slowly turned his face, his eyebrows and eyes were elegant, and there was a smile on his lips, just like the fragrance of plum blossoms.
The white jade-like fingers gently put down the jade flute, and then called out with a sound that was so gentle that it could make people fascinate and turn into water:
"Is it you Huayan?"
After hearing these two words, Huanyan felt a subtle feeling in her heart.
Yes, she is his beauty.
It’s not Ye Xiaoyu, not Ye Huanyan who pretends to be Ye Xiaoyu.
That feeling is like a mistake in time and space, as if he and she finally found the truth about each other and found a promise to bond for several lifetimes.
Abandon the cumbersomeness of the original body and return to the eternal promise.
This time, we can finally follow the promises we made five hundred years ago...
She walked forward slowly, stretched out her simple white hand, and smiled at him under the plum tree: "Is Young Master Mo Feng?"
The white plum blossoms are like butterflies, flying between the two.
Situ Chenjue's eyebrows raised.
At this moment, this woman is so beautiful!
Although she usually wears a dress or wears a casual dress, today this outfit completely reveals the unique oriental and delicate charm of her body.
——I’m sorry I didn’t update yesterday, so I will try my best to make up for it today...