Pampering the sea

I looked sideways, but I couldn't see anyone, the cry sounded again, the sound was intermittent, and I couldn't hear it very clearly.

After waiting for a long time, no one came, and the calling stopped. Xin Yue frowned, and turned his gaze to the plum blossom tree in front of him. There was a touch of sweet pink in his clear and clear eyes. Washed with light and light colors, the brushwork is full of flowers, and it seems to have a floral fragrance.

My mother said that plum blossoms are full of character and inner spirit.

In my memory, my mother liked a TV series called "Yizhimei" very much. At that time, she was too young to understand her mother's obsession with this drama. She didn't like watching TV very much, but she missed her mother very much, so she wanted to experience it. She likes and feels what she loves, so that she will feel that even though heaven and man are separated, her mother is still by her side.

After reading it, she realized why her mother liked plum blossoms so much.

In "Yizhimei", the ordinary and frank warmth in the devastation, the immediate duel between the world's flames, the exciting and regretful family relationship, the kind of love that is thankful at the beginning, like a dream, is not a tragedy, but Living in nostalgia, two girls, one standing by the sea, with fluttering clothes, looking at the shore where thousands of sails have passed, and the other walking around, seeing a child with unfinished teeth chattering vaguely with the charm of an old friend, will smile slightly, his eyes are empty, whispered his name.

In fact, there is very little love in it, and the fate tied to the male protagonist is revenge, but with the wind of the market and the warm life scenes as the background color, it draws a picture of Korean folk character in the 17th century. The protagonist has transformed from a rascal to a shoulder Picking out the righteous thieves who have all the sorrows of the past and the present, the process is traceable and undistorted, and the emotions are sincere and touching.

In fact, for Xin Yue, the ending makes her think about it the most. The unsatisfactory in the perfect, the meaning is still unfinished, which makes her think deeply.

The touching part is the choice of the protagonist...

"What are you doing here?" Just as Xin Yue was staring at the plum blossom tree in a daze, she suddenly heard a voice in her ear. She turned her head and looked back, her clear eyes filled with conditioned vigilance until she saw the man's face. Only then did the delicate eyebrows gradually relax.

"It's nothing, just come out for a walk." Xin Yue subconsciously licked his lips, and then looked lazy again.

The man in front of him is wearing a light robe, his delicate and handsome face still shows a bit of burnout from serious illness, with his hands behind his back, he looks very quiet and clear, his brows are like washing with water, his eyes are clear, plum blossoms are flying around behind him, he stands There, the characters who seem to have stepped out of the painting have an extraordinary boldness and elegance.

"I called you just now, why didn't you answer?" Yan Zhanmo's eyes were darkened, and he stared at Xin Yue steadfastly.

"Well, thinking about something." Xin Yue replied perfunctorily.

"Thinking about what?"

Xin Yue raised his eyes: "You talk a lot."

Yan Zhan frowned, looked at her with his hands behind his back for two seconds, and then walked back.

"Well... are you feeling better?" Xin Yue called out, knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue.

Yan Zhan stopped walking, Ruyu's brows were still furrowed, and he looked back sideways, only to see Xin Yue rubbing his nose with his horizontal index finger, looking a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

Such a childish action made Yan Zhan's brows loosen slightly, he cleared his throat, and then nodded slightly.

Xin Yue was a little surprised that Yan Zhan easily forgave her slip of the tongue, she raised her head and smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling with snow.

The petals swirled and danced, and the bright red color lingered into a fierce flame, flying non-stop. The girl's white clothes were flaring in a sea of ​​red, her delicate little face was as fair as white, and her eyes were as clear as glass, reflecting the world's beauty. Scarlet, even with a slight smile, is dazzling and bright that cannot be ignored.

Yan Zhan's eyes sank, and he unconsciously stretched out his hand, a clean and slender hand, to Xin Yue's face.

As soon as the foreign breath approached, Xin Yue avoided it almost by reflex. She raised her head slightly, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhan was slightly startled, then smiled calmly in a very short time, and said, "Don't move."

Xin Yue hesitated for a moment, and stood there as promised.

Yan Zhan reached out and leaned against her head.There is a fallen petal between the girl's black hair, like the late spring, blooming from the crow-colored temples, through touching the hair, you can faintly touch the skin on her forehead, with a slight heat, making you feel The person is soft and the fingertips are dazzled.

"Well, I think this is quite an eyesore, so I'll take it off for you." Yan Zhan smiled teasingly.

"It's really boring." Xin Yue raised his eyes lazily, "Then, I still have tweed here, and snow on my shoulders, take a picture of them all."

Yan Zhan patted off a petal of fallen flowers on her shoulder with good manners.

"You hate flowers falling on me so much?" Xin Yue raised his eyes lightly.

"Well, a waste of money."

"Ah, Yan Zhan." Invisible flames gathered in Xin Yue's calm eyes.

Yan Zhan smiled slightly, trying to hide the ridicule in his words: "You are a heavenly thing, Hua has wronged you."

Of course Xin Yue knew that Yan Zhan's intention at the beginning was to make fun of her for not being good enough for flowers, but now that she heard what Yan Zhan said, she snorted softly, with a calm look that she didn't want to talk to him, so naturally she didn't I will not accept his specious praise.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came suddenly, resounding in the snow.

Cheng Yuan strode forward and whispered a few words in Yan Zhan's ear. Yan Zhan nodded and waved his hand, and Cheng Yuan, who was walking quickly, backed away.

Xin Yue never thought of asking Yan Zhan about it, but he never thought that Yan Zhan would mention it to her in person:

"Just now Cheng Yuan said that tonight, the arrangements for the ship have been made. In other words, we will soon be able to set foot on the ship back to Ming Dynasty."

"Really?"

"Now the wind and waves at sea have stabilized a lot, we must take this opportunity to return home as soon as possible."

Xin Yue breathed out, her black eyes were as bright as the stars, she moved the corners of her lips, looking happy, but seeing Yan Zhan's smiling face, her eyes darkened suddenly, she raised her head, forcing The corners of the lips curled into a slight arc:

"Before you pack your things, take a walk with me here."

"Is not It Cold?"

Xin Yue shook his head: "No."

Snowflakes fluttered one after another, blooming among the branches, the cold fragrance swayed, neat footprints stretched behind the two, the man's clothes fluttered, his eyebrows were picturesque, the woman's blue hair fluttered, her eyes were bright and snowy.

"My mother likes plum blossoms very much." Xin Yue stood between the two trees, his eyes dazed.

Yan Zhan didn't speak, Xin Yue continued: "Give up your small self and become a big one, do you think this kind of realm is good? Would you be willing to have you?"

Xin Yue's two paragraphs were too jumpy, Yan Zhan frowned, not knowing what she meant by asking such a question.