Qingben Boliang, you don't know

The flowers fall silently, the water passes without a trace, and in a blink of an eye, it is more than a month.

Jinhan picked the lamp wick in the grid room, then put on his clothes and got up, and it's today again.

Every year on this day, Qing Chen would always take out his mother's portrait and sit silently in the Qingnuan Pavilion alone.

Jinhan walked slowly towards the hall, only to find that all the disciples were not in the door.She walked towards the pavilion with light steps, and when she reached the door, the familiar smell in the pavilion wafted over, and the candle lights flickered like stars, flickering, making the pavilion more warm and quiet.

Qing Chen at the side of the veil slowly faded away, her usual seductive smile, like an oath, lightly kissed the forehead of the person in front of her, Chu Mengxuan in front of her smiled Qianqian, completely gone from her usual arrogance.

Jin Han unknowingly slowed down the pace of his heart, sour and unbearable.

Didn't she even see them kissing passionately?Is it just because she is the one who is by his side every year today?She laughed at her own incompetence.

As soon as he turned around, he heard Qing Chen's voice behind him, "Han'er."

There was a gentle smile on his face, and he put his arm around Chu Mengxuan's shoulder.It was such a gentle and peerless smile, such a bewitching smile, which only reached the eyes, but failed to reach the heart.

"I just went back to the door for a casual look, nothing important." Before she turned around again, Qing Chen said: "If you don't come, I'm going to find you too."

"What are you giving, will I still remember the way?" Chu Mengxuan said with a clear face, passing by Jinhan and walking out, as if he didn't see her.

"Come back to the door to have a look? Han'er is getting less and less interested in me." Qing Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at her playfully.

"If I recklessly spoil your good deed, wouldn't I be asking for trouble!" In fact, he doesn't need to do this, even if he treats her like other disciples, she will willingly do things for him, thanks to the grace of taking in , she never forgot.

The words turned into a shallow smile, lingering on Jinhan's mouth.

"You're the smart one." He moved in front of Jin Han in an instant, and gently scratched the bridge of her nose with his long fingers.

He turned around to get the painting in the box, then slowly spread it out, with a serious look on his face, "Don't talk about the martial arts tonight, just stay here with me." He looked at the painting and sat slowly Come down, don't talk anymore.

The person in the painting only wears a white jade hairpin, with a gentle smile on his brows and eyes, and wearing a brocade skirt of acacia flowers, he is not like a person in the world.If she is still alive, she must be the number one beauty in the martial arts world.

Jinhan sat quietly beside him, only on this day of the year did she really feel that she knew him, his eyebrows and eyes were full of nostalgia, all the halo and pretense had faded away, and he was the real him.

Shuliang eyebrows, deep eyes.

When he was tired and fell asleep, his brows were slightly frowned, and she saw her shadow on him.

Jinhan raised his hand, stroked his eyebrows, his eyes with his fingertips, and finally stopped on his lips.

It was obviously warm, but it became warm and cool through the fingertips. Such thin lips are mostly fickle.

How can I bear these two words, be gentle when using you, and not hesitate when discarding you?Or is he like him, gentle and elegant as jade, but no one can get into his heart?

When Jin Han left, the sky had already turned white.When we got back to Miaoyu Pavilion, Zixuan stood at the door of the bamboo room, reflecting the faint moonlight, his slender silhouette couldn't tell whether he was handsome or bleak.

Jinhan approached, he said: "I just came to see you."