【Yan Ci Fanwai】

It is often said that white moonlight is a beauty that cannot be obtained, and cinnabar moles are pain that cannot be cherished.

For Yan Ci.

His former wife Wen Yu is such a white moonlight, like wind and snow, indifferent and gentle.

It's just a few glances.

Maybe I like it, or maybe it's just nostalgia for my wife, specifically, even Yan Ci himself can't say clearly.

Wedding night.

He was marrying his wife, and coldly mentioned the matter of reconciliation and divorce to himself.

This is the biggest joke Yan Ci has ever heard in his life.

She didn't want to......

Yan Ci was originally a little angry.

If you don't want to, why did you agree to this marriage in the first place?

The prime minister's daughter, with a peerless appearance, proficient in poetry and painting.

Even though he didn't know her before, Yan Ci still had fantasies and expectations for this wife, because they had similar interests.

He thought.

They can stay together.

But unexpectedly...... It's just unpredictable.

The moment he knew that Wen Yuxin belonged, that shallow liking was put away by him, and buried that strange feeling in the bottom of his heart, and never said it again.

I know that person is the royal brother.

Yan Ci was stunned and angry, but in the end it turned into relief.

Since that person is not him, who is it, and what difference does it make?

The young man with a face like a crown of jade bent his lips shallowly, and his eyes were a little distant, he muttered.

My world, you walked in so willfully, and then gently walked away, leaving behind warmth and regret.

*

Later, ah.

Xu was guilty that the emperor allowed him to resign.

hung the name of an idle prince.

Yan quit some distant places to see the beautiful mountains, the clear water, and chatted with travelers on the journey.

Heaven and earth are vast, and you can wander everywhere, if you can, he wants to shake off a body of starlight and sleep in that person's heart forever.

……

The sky in Qingcheng is always cloudy and sunny, the early morning is still drizzle and hazy, and the sun rises at noon, the bright sunshine makes people sigh that the drizzle in the morning is not an illusion.

In such a quiet and beautiful rainy town, Yan Ci found that there are still many beautiful things in this world.

The morning sun is new, and the breeze blows a corner of plain clothes. The new soil in the spring, the warm quilt in the winter. The green tile plum blossoms in the deep alley, such as climbing the peach in front of the court. A bonfire with a story and a poem full of moons.

Of course...... And the man.

this day.

When Yan Ci walked across the bridge with an umbrella, he was a little absent-minded and accidentally hit the umbrella on a person passing by.

"Ahh

It's a girl's voice, with the typical grace and softness of Jiangnan women.

Yan Ci hurriedly put away the umbrella and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, girl......"

The other party raised his hand and dusted off the fine droplets of water on his shoulders, the corners of his clothes stained with water were damp, and he suddenly turned his head and shook his head with a smile: "It's okay, don't panic." ”

Yan Ci was stunned.

When he saw this face, he felt the wind blowing the fragrance of white mountain flowers from the depths of the mountains.

White cheeks, sharp chin, graceful eyebrows and eyes, light pink lips, everything is just the right amount of lightness.

It's not extremely beautiful.

But it is, at a glance eternal.

Different from the faint affection for Wen Yu when he was young, this time, Yan Ci obviously felt that he seemed to have encountered a cinnabar mole that he wanted to protect.

That's it, like.

Seeing that the other party smiled, he was about to leave.

Yan Ci was stunned, and for the first time he was rude, he grabbed the corner of the man's clothes, and the young man's cheeks were as white as jade, but he mustered up the courage to say: "Girl, stay, can you...... Can you tell me your name? ”

The woman in a plain green dress turned her head.

Then, he smiled.

"My name is Wen Yu."

"Unswerving Chongqing."