"Brother Chen, I don't want you to be the second hundred miles"

He looked at the sadness in her eyes, and his trembling eyes slowly became filled with pity, forget it, why bother forcing her again? Seeing her sad, isn't his heart just as sad?

Since it's what she wants, then accept it.

If you can't love her after all, who does it matter?

With a wry smile, he opened his arms, hugged her gently, and said goodbye to her affection with a hug, "I promise you, I will bless you"

Long Ziyue smiled lightly and hugged him back, "Thank you, Brother Chen"

The shallow breeze blows away the past that can't be returned.

Under the shadow of the dark trees, Baili Sichen stood in the breeze, quietly staring at the figures hugging each other on the jade bridge, and his light eyes were slightly sad.

Unable to love is a pain that neither he nor she can escape.

People who can't let go often hurt the most, she is like this, why shouldn't he?

It's just that he doesn't want to turn back, and is willing to be covered with thorns.

Trembling eyes, Baili Sichen turned around and walked away, the plain figure reflected a little loneliness in the green autumn scene, and the shallow footsteps gradually faded away, leaving a lonely place.

After hugging each other quietly for a moment, Long Ziyue stepped back and smiled slightly at Ziyan Mingchen, "I should go back, Brother Chen, you should also go and see Qingbei."

Ziyan Mingchen reluctantly let go of his hand and nodded lightly.

Long Ziyue smiled, waved her hand at him, and left, Ziyan Mingchen chased after her figure, watching her walk through the corridor, walk through the atrium, and step out of the mansion.

He wanted to keep her, even for a moment.

But he couldn't, because he was her brother and a family affection she didn't want to lose, so he could only let go and watch her go and walk into the arms of another person.

And he could only watch silently until she became someone else's mother.

The carriage stopped in front of the mansion gate, and the people in the carriage pushed open the door, revealing a handsome face, and the corners of Long Ziyue's lips were lightly raised, and she stepped into the carriage under the gentle gaze of the other party.

The wheels turned, and gradually drove away from the General's Mansion.

Ziyan Mingchen slowly retracted his eyes and slowly walked into the mansion with low steps.

He walked aimlessly, and unconsciously came to the Chenxing Pavilion, it was noon, the people in the pavilion were still sleeping, and the courtyard was empty.

Ziyan Mingchen stood in the tea pavilion, quietly looking at the pear tree in the courtyard.

In October, the pears are ripe, and the golden fruits hang heavily on the blue branches, and the sweet fragrance is scattered in the light wind.

He remembered that the figure was always holding a fruit bowl, picking pears under the tree, and the blue figure blended with the pear tree, she was small, and she wanted to pick the big fruit at the top of the branch, so she always had to climb the tree, although her posture was embarrassed, but her eyes were very bright.

Occasionally seeing him, she would raise a smile, take out the largest pear from the pear plate and give it to him, and said crisply: "Young Master Mingchen, the pears in the plum courtyard are ripe, taste them"

Her smile is pure, and her clear eyes purify all impurity.

After many years, every time I think of that smile, I don't feel that it makes people feel peaceful.

"General"

There was a whispered call in his ears, Ziyan Mingchen came back to his senses, and he didn't know when he came to the pear tree, still holding a golden pear in his hand.

He frowned slightly, and was in a trance for a while.

"The general wants to eat pears?" Seeing that he had been staring at the pear, Qianruo asked tentatively.

Ziyan Mingchen hummed in a low voice, put the pear fruit into the ring, glanced at the fruit plate she held in her hand, and asked lightly, "You came to pick pears?" ”

Qianruo nodded and said, "It's hot today, pick some pears and give Mrs. a fire."

Ziyan Mingchen wrung his eyebrows, paused, and said softly: "She, is she okay?" ”