The fragrance of bamboo brings color, and the purple bamboo bears the yin.
The gurgling stream shuttles through the purple bamboo forest like a clear jade belt. A single purple bamboo in the bamboo forest is thirty meters high.
But these thirty-meter-high purple bamboo poles are very thin.
However, not only will the thin bamboo pole not be swayed by the wind, but the bamboo pole will comb the gust of wind into soft wind strands like a comb.
Let the wind blow through the purple bamboo forest and ripple the dancing stream.
Occasionally, a few phoenix calls could be heard from deep in the bamboo forest. The sonorous phoenix calls, accompanied by the scattering of bamboo leaves, had the elegance of silk and bamboo "high in the clouds".
The early spring of the Glory Federation came a little late this year, but even if the spring has not come yet, the fragrance of bamboo and the singing of phoenix are slowly writing poems accompanied by the clouds all over the sky.
A story that is more gentle than the spring breeze.
In addition to purple bamboo and golden bamboo, there are hundreds of bamboo species planted in the purple bamboo forest.
Some of these hundreds of species of bamboo bear fruits, which bend the stems and fall to the ground.
Occasionally, a few fell into the stream and splashed in the water. In surprise, a few purple-gold carps in the stream jumped out of the water.
After the big purple-gold carp eats the bamboo fruits, its tail will stir up the stream water, and it will send a ladle of clear water through the bamboo forest, just like returning the gift of the bamboo forest.
In the Purple Bamboo Forest, there is no decay of vegetation throughout the year, and deep in the bamboo forest there is a luxurious Zhai Xuan built of Purple Bamboo.
Several graceful white cranes are flying in the Zhaixuan.
The white crane flapped its wings and stirred up the breeze, blowing away the incense burning in the two huge copper furnaces in front of Zhaixuan.
Occasionally, a few strands were blown into the Zhaixuan.
At this time, a man and a woman were sitting on the couch in the Zhai Xuan. The man used a bamboo comb to gently comb the woman's waist-length hair like ink.
Although the man looked to be no more than thirty years old, the hair on his head had turned gray.
Like an old man who is about to die.
The woman touched the thin mirror in front of her with her hand, and looked at the man's gray hair. A happy smile was clearly on her face, but she could no longer hold back the tears that fell from her eyes.
As soon as the woman cried, the warm smile she had put on could no longer be maintained.
The man who was quietly combing the woman's hair saw the woman crying and paused lightly with the hand holding the bamboo comb, but the movement of his hand did not stop.
The man's face was still as peaceful as ever, but when he saw the woman crying, he couldn't help but stretched out a pair of very beautiful hands and gently wiped the woman's tears.
Women are all made of water, and the tears rolling down from the woman wet this beautiful hand.
After wiping her pretty hands on the woman's cheeks, tears wetted her fingertips, dripping down onto the seat embroidered with bamboo shadows.
The man said softly.
"Xiangxiang, stop crying, I'm fine."
"I plan to leave all the matters in Zizhulin to Shen'er. After welcoming our old friends, we can go and take a look at the glorious rivers and mountains."
Looking at the woman in front of him, the man's eyes were clear, and there was a bit of determination in the clarity.
Fortunately, in this life, I met someone by chance and stayed together for a moment.
Why does true love have to last forever?
Feeling the warmth of the teardrops on his fingertips, Mr. Zhu sighed softly three times.
I lament that my talents are limited and my knowledge is limited. Even if I am a five-star architect, I still cannot relieve the bad luck of my beloved.
Er lamented that he was not brave enough before. At this moment when he was surrounded by Wang Fuxiang, Mr. Zhu did not regret that Wang Fuxiang had caused his own misfortune. However, he regretted that he had not waded into the water earlier to ask Wang Fuxiang's name.
The third sigh Zhu Jun was not sighing at himself, but at why Wang Fuxiang's life was so cloudy?
Zhujun's three sighs are like three questions, but no one is destined to answer these three questions.
Wang Fuxiang turned her head and looked closely into Zhu Jun's eyes.
Tears fell on Zhujun's clothes.
"Fu Wenzhu, is it worth it because of me?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhu gently took off the ring on his finger, and then put the ring on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger.
But Wang Fuxiang is a woman after all, and her fingers are too thin.
The ring looked loose on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger and could fall off if she shook her hand.
Zhu Jun grinned awkwardly, and then solemnly put the ring engraved with bamboo patterns on Wang Fuxiang's thumb.
"Xiangxiang, this ring contains all my wealth. Now that I have given this ring to you, will you tell me that you will not regret it?"
When Wang Fuxiang heard this, more tears welled up in her eyes, like a little girl who had been wronged. The more the adults coaxed her, the more tears she shed.
Wang Fuxiang stretched out her hand and gently stroked Zhujun's cheek, and then hooked up a strand of Zhujun's gray hair with a hook of her finger.
Looking at this strand of gray hair, Wang Fuxiang felt that she must speak out what was in her heart at this time.
"Fu Wenzhu, I promise to be with you, but I have a request."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhu looked quietly into Wang Fuxiang's eyes for a while without saying anything, then gently touched Wang Fuxiang's cheek with his hand, letting the side of Wang Fuxiang's face rest on his chest.
"I can't imagine a future without you, so don't force me to think about it."
"If you really have to choose, I hope you can wear the ring you left for me through the endless years when you can't tell when you will return."
While Mr. Zhu was talking, the gurgling stream outside the Zhaixuan was like light, as if all the flashy past events had been illuminated in an instant.
The light and shadow of the stream shine through the light smoke from the copper stove in the Zhaixuan, reflecting on Wang Fuxiang and Zhu Jun.
This moment of dependence is left behind.
Wang Fuxiang felt a lump in her throat when she heard Zhu Jun's words and could not say anything.
Only the tears flashing in his eyes preserved the solemn promise of the man beside him.
A man gave you his wealth and was willing to give his life for you, but for his own reasons, this man chose to face death.
I was moved, but Wang Fuxiang understood that if only one person could survive, then Zhujun's survival would be the best choice for Huiyao.
It is also the best choice for yourself.
Wang Fuxiang murmured softly.
"Fu Wenzhu, don't forget me in this life."
Wang Fuxiang's murmur was very low. This murmur was suppressed between Wang Fuxiang's lips and teeth, and Mr. Zhu did not hear it clearly.
At this moment, a few sudden cicada chirps echoed in the peaceful Purple Bamboo Garden.
Mr. Zhu seemed to have expected this, but Mr. Zhu had no intention of paying attention to the sudden cicada chirping.
Continue to slide the bamboo comb in your hand to gently comb the black hair of the person in front of you.
Xia Chen had been waiting at the entrance of Zizhuyuan for a long time. Hearing the chirping of cicadas, Xia Chen said softly.
"We sincerely welcome Master Cicada to the Purple Bamboo Garden. My master is ill and can only be received by the younger generation."
"If there is any lack of care, please forgive me, Mr. Cicada."
Xia Chen said this, but he had no intention of leading the cicadas into the Purple Bamboo Garden.
As Mr. Zhu's eldest disciple, Xia Chen has been helping Mr. Zhu take care of the Purple Bamboo Garden for nearly ten years.
As the great steward of Zizhuyuan, he naturally guessed the purpose of the cicada chirping at this time.
