Exes want to get back with me every day

Chapter 88 The smoke is exhausted, and the broken embroidery thread is thrown away, this spring is as close as last year
"Uncle, Uncle, what is a sweetheart?"

The little monk raised his head, looking eager to learn.

The little milk baby was only four years old, and hurriedly followed the uncle on his short legs, and gently tugged on the uncle's long gown.

"The sweetheart is the most important and favorite person in your life!"

Song Yue bowed his head and said slowly, he is always so unhurried.

He is also very gentle and pleasant when speaking, slow but meticulous and thoughtful.

When Qin Jiu came to her side, he would carefully brush the fallen flowers from her hair, but his fingertips were just right so as not to touch her.

He has already become a monk, in a quiet place of Buddhism, he has never overstepped her rules.

They reunited after a long absence, just like when he sang the lyrics and music of "A Dream in the Garden" in the Peony Pavilion on the stage.

Dreaming back to Yingying, chaotic years are everywhere, people stand in small courtyards and deep courtyards, smoke is exhausted, and embroidery threads are thrown away, this spring is like last year.

He was wearing theater makeup, but he still carried a sense of desolation and gentleness.

Sitting under the stage, even though she doesn't know opera, she knows how good the man in front of her is.

He is a drama idiot, and at the best age he chose this quintessence that is gradually being forgotten by the world.

He put all his eggs in one basket, talked with jokes, and became the No. 1 character of the imperial capital.

As long as he is on stage, he is a character in the play, every movement, every accent can make people scratch their heads.

Follow him to go for a walk in the old days when cars and horses used to be very slow~
It's just that the No. 1 character who was all the rage in the imperial capital back then also retired after her death.

I gave up my favorite stage, and bid farewell to the vigorous and glorious time of the year.

Exiting sadly... I became a monk in such a deserted temple!

Thinking about it for a moment, the former glory was like a dazzling dream, but now when I wake up, things are different!

"So that's the case? Then Master is my sweetheart, and uncle, you are also my sweetheart!"

The little monk scratched his smooth little bald head and said thoughtfully.

Song Yue just looked at him, he didn't understand when he was young, when you grow up...maybe you will understand!

"Aren't you hungry? I went to the mountain this morning to pick some wild vegetables and some wild mushrooms. I'll make them for you later."

The man flicked his sleeves, the pure white snow shirt was too white and too cold.

It looks gentle and elegant, but it is unattainable and daunting.

"it is good."

Qin Jiu nodded and followed the man's pace.

The three of them came to a Zen courtyard, which was very clean.

The yard is not as deserted as other yards, just because a peach tree is planted in the middle of the yard.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom at this moment, and the rich fragrance of flowers lingers all over the garden.

It adds a bit of rich color to this deserted temple.

"Sister Monster, don't touch this peach tree, it's my uncle's most precious..."

Qin Jiu walked under the flower tree and couldn't help but caress a delicate peach blossom. This place is so beautiful... It's like a fairyland on earth.

"Little monk, you are wrong. Your uncle's most precious thing is me. It's not this peach tree, but a tree. Can it be as beautiful as me?"

"What do you think... little monk, is the flower more beautiful or my sister?"

Qin Jiu teased the little monk, Song Yue had already entered the kitchen to prepare lunch.

"Cough cough...the monks don't lie, although the monster sister is bad, although she wants to eat children...although...although she still wants to belittle the uncle..."

"But she is really beautiful, she is the most beautiful sister Xiao Miyun has ever seen..."

The little monk shook his head, making Qin Jiu laugh with his hard-working mental struggle.

The two were playing under the flower tree, and the man in the white shirt was cooking in the room. The picture looked warm and moving...

It's just that outside the Buddhist monastery, a man in a black cloak quietly stared at this scene with dark eyes...

"Jiujiu... we meet again~"

　Yuyu doesn't know much about operas, this is a dream in the garden in the Peony Pavilion, a very beautiful word, and Yuyu also likes it very much.

　　But my knowledge is shallow, and I don’t know much about this industry. If the writing is not sophisticated enough, welcome to comment!

　　Opera is the quintessence of our country, and I hope more people will pay attention to it and like it~
　　【Ask for tickets, I love you~】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)