It's hard to meet and it's hard to say goodbye. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are gone.
The silk of a silkworm in the spring is exhausted. The tears of a candle dry up when it turns to ashes.
In the morning, the clouds change. In the night, the moonlight is cold.
There is not much way to go to Mount Peng. The green bird is eager to find her.
Ye Sijin, who has disappeared in the long river of time, can only rely on the "green bird", a legendary creature that can go anywhere, to see her.
Liu Changan reaches out and pats his neck. His neck is a little stiff. He silently pulls his hair, and a few small stones on his gloves fall off.
"Brother."
Qin Yanan calls softly again. Her voice does not have the lingering sound of a bird chirping in the sky. It is soft and soft, with the taste of a woman in the south of the Yangtze River.
Zhu Juntang is stunned like Zhou Dongdong, who must have short-circuited after seeing too much delicious food. She glances at Qin Yanan and then at Liu Changan. Is it "pigeon"?
"Brother!"
Qin Yanan calls for the third time. Again and again, her voice is like crying and complaining. Her feelings are as deep as a river, flowing into people's hearts.
Liu Changan takes off his gloves, slowly turns his head, and stares deeply at Qin Yanan.
What kind of eyes are these? For a moment, Qin Yanan seems to see the real appearance of the man in her dream. Probably this kind of eyes can make Ye Sijin's obsession travel through time and space.
He is indeed Ye Chenyu. Because of his deep love for Ye Sijin, even Liu Changan, who has a strong mind, will reveal flaws.
He feels a little sour. He will not look at others like this, and it is not because of Qin Yanan.
"I didn't expect you to find out." Liu Changan sighs and looks at the leaves of the parasol tree above his head.
Qin Yanan remained silent. She was just testing him on the spur of the moment. Since he had admitted to it, Qin Yanan had yet to think of how to face him next. There was also a dumbfounded fairy standing next to her as a backdrop, so there were many things she could not say.
"That winter, the wind was cold and it was snowing heavily. I looked at you who always wanted to drink milk in my arms, but I couldn't do anything. Where could I get milk? I had to put the last piece of roast duck in your hand and put you in a basket outside the house of the Qin family. I hid behind the tree until I saw a young man come out and pick you up. He took a bite of your roast duck and said, 'This duck is so bad. I will call you Qin Yanan from now on.' Liu Changan stared at Qin Yanan in disbelief. "So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and you've grown up. Can you forgive me? Can you forgive me? I will make roast duck for you next time. "
Qin Yanan's face is red. She raises her hand to press on her chest, trying hard to calm herself down. She has to remember that Zhu Juntang is still here. She can't lose her temper, lest she blurts out something and makes Zhu Juntang suspicious again.
"What are you guys doing? Is it some fun story or role-playing game? "Zhu Juntang asks inexplicably.
"I think she might be testing something. Me, Emperor Qin, sending money or something like that." Liu Changan laughs.
Zhu Juntang hits Liu Changan angrily, but she doesn't hit him. She waves her fist in the air and laughs, "Look at how angry you made Yaya. Later, she will call over 100,000 troops to annihilate you. Even if you know Emperor Qin, you won't be able to defeat him."
"Qin Shi Huang's army has been training in the underground world for two thousand years. They have accumulated countless resentment and resentment from being imprisoned. With the support of their obsession, even the heavenly soldiers and generals have to retreat. An ordinary army of a hundred thousand would have no chance of winning!"
"We have tanks, atomic bombs, and aircraft carriers!"
"Yin soldiers are formless. Tanks are useless. Why don't you try throwing atomic bombs? Do you think the aircraft carriers are docked in the Xiang River? "
"Special forces are very powerful!" Zhu Juntang is still unconvinced.
"I …"
"That's enough!" Qin Yanan was feeling depressed after his disappointment. What's more, Liu Changan was still making up his name. He clearly knew the origin of the phrase "To the south of Ya, to the east of Ya, to the east of Ya." Yet, he said that ducks tasted terrible. Qin Yanan was so angry that his buttons almost fell off.
Liu Changan had already taken off his gloves and put away his hammer. He cleaned up the surroundings and took out the oil-paper umbrella that he had been working on.
To be precise, it was a pile of materials. The surface of the oil-paper umbrella for girls had to be smaller, and the frame of the umbrella had to be thinner and shorter. The outer skin of each bamboo bone had to be polished again to emit a smooth and delicate texture.
This was a process of dawdling. Even Liu Changan had no shortcuts to take, so he could only do it slowly.
Liu Changan did not care about Qin Yanan's idea just now, nor did he feel complacent because she did not succeed. If the little girl's adaptability and thinking could be calculated by her, then what kind of swordsman would he be?
Swordsmen in Jianghu played with the girls who admired and pursued him in the palm of their hands, such as Hoodlum … No, this was a negative example.
Liu Changan thought about it and glanced sideways at the car next to him. He wondered if the baby that appeared on the top of the coffin in 1992 was born by Dandan from Shanghai.
This idea was a bit absurd, but the adjective absurd had no meaning. Absurd things became common when there were too many of them.
Although it was absurd, it was still possible. Qin Peng was, after all, just an ordinary person. His observation angle and the angle from which he drew his conclusions were relatively ordinary.
"Did you dismantle your big black umbrella?" Zhu Juntang observed for a while and remembered the time when she held an umbrella with Liu Changan on rainy days.
"Yes."
"Why did you dismantle it? I wanted to buy it, but I didn't ask because I thought you wouldn't sell it." Zhu Juntang said with pity.
"Why did you buy it?" Qin Yanan asked casually in a flat tone.
"It can be used as a photo prop to make me look petite and cute."
"I have an idea." Liu Changan rarely praised Zhu Juntang. "But I really won't sell it. This umbrella is used to match a cheongsam. Dai Wangshu's poem 'Rainy Alley' engraved the beautiful woman, the oil-paper umbrella, and the alley into a beautiful picture of countless people performing artistic conception. This is the charm of words different from other forms of art. Even I can't avoid it. In my impression, the most beautiful image of a woman also has such a scene, so I plan to make an oil-paper umbrella for the most beautiful woman in my mind. "
"Damn it, it's definitely not for me." Zhu Juntang snorted. She was obviously the most beautiful woman.
"You can say this. I think you are really thinking too highly of yourself." Liu Changan said admiringly. In this respect, he was inferior to Zhu Juntang.
"Is it for An Nuan?" Qin Yanan still asked lightly. She thought of the cheongsam made by Liu Changan. He obviously couldn't forget Ye Sijin, but what about the reality? This made Qin Yanan feel a little sour.
In short, because of Liu Changan's feelings for Ye Sijin, Qin Yanan felt a little uncomfortable. But if he didn't show the most special side to Ye Sijin, Qin Yanan wanted to fight for Ye Sijin.
Liu Changan didn't answer. Wasn't it obvious?
"Umbrella, the homonym is scattered. Giving an umbrella is not good." Zhu Juntang suddenly had an idea to attack Liu Changan.
"At the end of the Spring and Autumn Period, Lu Ban often went out to work and was soaked in the rain. His wife invented the umbrella based on the care for her lover. In legend, the umbrella is also a token of love. For example, Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian … Homonym? You must be illiterate. "Liu Changan calmly told the truth.
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