The moonlight of this night is very beautiful, the moonlight is as bright as 99.9% pure silver, brilliant and bright, perfect like a disk, the sky is blue and clear, like a finely woven silk satin, and the stars are scattered , from tens of millions of light-years away, the flickering light comes out.
Not long ago it snowed, the air was cool and refreshing, and the mountains in the distance were vast, overlooking the brightly lit event in the small town at this moment.
Yuan Zhaoxu walked towards her with a smile on his face.
Meng Fuyao's gaze slowly shifted from the dark black boots with silver trims, which were walking among the bougainvilleas, to the slender legs wrapped in black trousers, to the tight waist with the silver belt, to the moderately wide and narrow boots. The perfectly lined shoulders, moved to the lips with a faint smile, moved to the graceful brows, and finally looked into his radiant and deep eyes like the sea.
Facing those eyes, she raised her brightest smile.
What an infinitely amazing Yuan Zhaoxu...
In his memory, he seldom wore colors other than light-colored robes. It was the first time Meng Fuyao saw him wearing deep black, but felt that there was no one else in the world who could wear black with incomparable elegance like him. Gorgeous, refined and noble, with neat attire, he is more handsome than usual chic and elegant, making all the ladies in the court lose their composure and lose their breath.
And under his feet, the crimson bougainvillea bloomed vigorously, and the branches were broken and still bright and bright. They meandered all the way, and there was a kind of humility that voluntarily fell into the dust.
The ladies in the court half covered their faces with the silk fan that covered their faces, and looked at him blushing from behind the fan, but Yuan Zhaoxu only looked at Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao, who is still dressed as a teenager, is thin. Although she has tried her best to nourish her recently, she is still thin in his eyes. Her figure is wrapped in men's clothes, but she can still see her slender waist and long legs. A man with beautiful eyebrows, big and bright eyes, looking at it is like looking into the clearest green spring.
She smiled, her smile was brighter than that of Bougainvillea, compared with the smile that always flashes a trace of worry from time to time in normal days, her smile has never been so pure as at this moment.
The smell of butter candles mixed with food floated in the wind, a little smoky, like a person's slightly anxious and restless mood.
Meng Fuyao greeted him with a smile, and said softly, "My distinguished guest."
Yuan Zhaoxu looked at her deeply, and said for a while, "Fuyao, your men's clothes are very beautiful, but do you have any women's clothes that match it?"
Meng Fuyao smiled but didn't answer, and made a gesture to order Yao Xun to give Yuan Zhaoxu an explanation, and then he stepped forward to give a speech.
Holding up the special crystal cup, it was a pity that the wine was too late to be brewed, and this was not the season for wine making. Meng Fuyao only used Zhongzhou's famous wine "Pear Spring White" instead. The wine in the cup was clear, reflecting Meng Fuyao's smiling eyes. The atmosphere gradually calmed down. People imitated her, raised their wine glasses, and looked at this young and miraculous city lord. Yuan Zhaoxu sat far away, twirling the glass with his fingertips, listening to the young man speak, his voice was clear and crisp.
"I have been here for seventeen years, and this is the first time I have celebrated the Lantern Festival. Hey, the last time I celebrated the Lantern Festival was in my previous life."
There was a wave of good-natured laughter, everyone felt that the joke-loving city lord was joking again, only Yuan Zhaoxu didn't laugh, he put down his wine glass and stared at Meng Fuyao.
"I used to think that these seventeen years were really bad seventeen years. I lost my most precious things and came to a place I didn't want to come to. However, recently I suddenly discovered that if God takes something from you, it must be returned. I will give you some compensation, for example, I saw some good people and met some good things, such as I met you, you guys."
She raised her glass with a smile, and began to applaud. Meng Fuyao looked at Yuan Zhaoxu through the crystal cup.
i met you.
Yuan Zhaoxu raised his eyes to meet her, his fingers slowly stroked the smooth and bright body of the cup, tender and delicate, as if he was caressing some delicate and considerate thoughts.
"This is a reunion festival. I regretted that my reunion was broken up. Maybe my reunion will still be broken up by fate in the future, but I think that having this day can probably make up for many permanent incompleteness."
She smiled slightly, and there were tears in her smile that were hard to be noticed.
"I want to take this opportunity to thank the people I want to thank, thank those who meet, help, support and give, thank those who cherish, accompany, understand and tolerate, because of these, I feel that I am unlucky that I have not been completely destroyed by God. I gave up, but I was ashamed of my selfish acceptance and inability to repay, so I brought so many of you here, and wanted to use your blessings to broaden my gratitude."
There were people laughing at the bottom, and even more people were thinking. Meng Fuyao lowered her eyelashes and didn't look at that corner, but felt that gaze was coming from afar, with deep heat, burning her will.
Her voice suddenly slowed down.
"The person I want to thank, probably his life is also lonely, like on a tall building, looking at the end of the world, seeing everything, and there is no meaning of joy. This is his fate and Talent, I can't do anything, and I have an ominous premonition that maybe one day my existence will make this loneliness worse, so I make it up in advance and send my gift—this is a excitement, I sent it, and it belongs to you; yes No matter what you have in your life, you have never experienced a special excitement; it is joyful, full, unique, and has the most ordinary and kindest atmosphere in the world of mortals."
She raised her glass, closed her eyes, and sighed, "I hope you like it."
There was silence in the courtyard, and the men and women looked at this usually playful and scheming city lord with moving faces. There was strangeness and shock in their eyes, and they were puzzled by the deep meaning and sadness contained in these few words. The sentimental ladies have already started to sigh, they don't understand what Meng Fuyao is talking about and who he is referring to, they just feel that the bottom of their hearts is heavy for no reason, but there is an unspeakable touch in the heavy, and there is an unspeakable touch in their hearts. The thin mist is like a layer of ice-clear dew.
They raised their glasses and said unevenly but sincerely, "I hope you like it."
Those gentle waves of blessing seemed to blow up a small wind, and Yuan Zhaoxu's hand, which was always stable like a rock, suddenly trembled.
The crystal glass slipped in the palm of the hand, almost slipping out of the edge of the palm, some of the wine splashed on the palm, and then rolled down along the texture of the skin.
Yao Xun was beside him, seeing this, he hurriedly handed over a sweat towel, Yuan Zhaoxu took it, but took it to wipe the table where no wine had been spilled on it.
Yao Xun stared at Yuan Zhaoxu with wide eyes—it was unimaginable that Yuan Zhaoxu would appear in such a state of withdrawal, but the fact happened, and this person still looked calm and calm.
Yao Xun suddenly felt a little sad, and suddenly understood the meaning of Meng Fuyao's last sentence. For a person like Yuan Zhaoxu, apart from his natural calm personality, his childhood environment and education are also different from others, right? Who is born so graceful? And to achieve such calmness and the calmness of grasping everything without losing one's composure, what kind of dedication and sacrifice is required? His life will certainly not have the richness and joy and sorrow of ordinary people.
Yao Xun sighed, thinking that Meng Fuyao looked extremely carefree, but in his heart, he was also so meticulous.
How rare are they to understand each other
Yao Xun sighed, and retreated quietly. He wanted to see if the flowers in the quiet room were wilted by the candles? Otherwise just a few more, this is a well thought out perfect gift, don't let any blemish spoil it.
The wine in Yuan Zhaoxu's palm was gradually drying up. He watched Meng Fuyao raise his glass to him and drank it all. Then he slowly raised his own glass, but he didn't drink it right away, but sipped it one by one, as if drinking After this time, there will be no next time, so cherish the sip and finish it.
The dance party has already begun, and the boys and girls who have just learned dance steps are paired up. Those exquisite riding costumes, those fluttering dance skirts, those clever arcs flying around, those mortal clothes and temples created by the world of mortals, colorful blurred.
Those that belonged to him, which she cherished with painstaking efforts, were lively.
There is a faint aroma of wine between the fingers, blurred and unreal, like a beautiful drunken dream.
He didn't drink, but he was drunk.
On the opposite side, a smart girl raised her glass and came over, she sat down beside him in a somewhat rude manner, and said with a smile, "I'm eloquent, right?"
Her face was flushed, her smile was a little unnatural, and she was still a little embarrassed about her sensationalism.
Yuan Zhaoxu answered irrelevantly, "The wine is delicious."
Meng Fuyao looked at him in astonishment, felt something strange about Yuan Zhaoxu, but couldn't see anything unusual, and was trying to say something to seduce him to dance, when suddenly he heard someone making noise at the door.
Meng Fuyao poked her head to look, and a beautiful figure flashed by, it was actually that girl Hu Sang. After the night of the worship festival, Miss Hu Sang fell ill, and when she recovered, she still came to the county government to look for Yuan Zhaoxu every day. Of course Zhaoxu never saw her. Meng Fuyao didn't invite her to the ball this time to avoid any problems. Besides, she didn't dare to face Yuan Zhaoxu's anger again. She didn't want this girl to be so infatuated, but she still came. She also wore a dress and dance skirt, which was sewn by herself. It was a bit nondescript, but she cleverly kept all the designs that showed her figure. The waist was too thin to hold, and the breasts were full, rising and falling as she walked. Jump like a pair of pigeons ready to take off.
She was stopped at the gate of the garden, and she insisted on going in. The guards looked at Meng Fuyao in embarrassment, and Meng Fuyao's embarrassed nose was turned to the sky.
Hey, she dare not...
But Yuan Zhaoxu said indifferently, "Fuyao, a lot of excitement...is this your gift?"
"Ah?" Meng Fuyao turned her head in astonishment, "I'm so sensational that I'm almost crying myself, but you're still not satisfied?"
Yuan Zhaoxu just smiled, and suddenly turned his eyes to the quiet room behind a clump of flowers, where the window sash was half closed, and a delicate flower poked out.
Meng Fuyao laughed, shook her head and said, "I said your life is boring..." She stood up and pulled Yuan Zhaoxu with both hands, "Will you go to a place with me? I might sell you there, It's up to you to go or not."
Yuan Zhaoxu let her lead her away, smiling, "Just don't sell you to me."
The two sneaked into the quiet room from behind the flowers, not caring about Miss Hu Sang outside. Yuan Zhaoxu was stunned as soon as they entered the door. The room was much brighter than the outside. The copper lamp, the light reflects the crystal, which has a special effect of brilliance. A huge light purple curtain hangs down from the ceiling, flowing like water, and the floor is covered with carpets of the same color, woven with exquisite patterns and decorated with flowers everywhere. Stored in a pure white porcelain vase, the petals and branches and leaves are more and more gorgeous and delicate.
Meng Fuyao walked around the room like an elf, and said, "I'll present you with other gifts first, and then my gift will be the grand finale."
She pointed to the wall with a smile, winked her eyes, and signaled Yuan Zhaoxu to look for it by herself.
Yuan Zhaoxu glanced around, and found that there was a secret door. He stretched out his hand and tapped lightly, a drawer popped out with a snap, a box popped out of the drawer, and a smaller box popped out of the box with another snap...
Meng Fuyao shed a drop of cold sweat...
Fortunately, it was finally finished, and the last box popped out. Yuan Zhaoxu was about to open it, but the box was already pushed up by the "gift" who couldn't wait, and climbed out of a noble, gentlemanly, fat, black-clad man. Master Yuanbao in a small tuxedo.
The smallest tuxedo in the entire universe looks like a good one, and Master Yuan Bao, the most stylish in the universe, looks more solemn than his clothes.
Today is a grand day, today is its very important day!
Master Yuan Bao tugged on his tuxedo to cover his round belly and fat buttocks, feeling that he was a heroic figure, and he was exactly the same version as his master.
Of course, this dress was not made by itself, it was sponsored by Meng Fuyao. A certain Master Yuanbao came to inspect what Meng Fuyao was doing, but he saw that Meng Fuyao was drawing patterns for the sewing woman, and among them, Meng Fuyao was casually drawing a tuxedo. Master Yuan Bao took a fancy to that tail and felt that the tail was very in line with its sacred temperament, so he dragged Meng Fuyao to point at the picture desperately, and Meng Fuyao agreed because of the bad luck that his aunt came to him twice a month recently, so The Yuanbao version of the tuxedo was born.
Of course, this is not the main event, the main event is the gift from Mr. Yuan Bao.
Master Yuan Bao dragged out a long strip of paper from the box, spread it out on the table in front of Yuan Zhaoxu with lightning speed, sat down triumphantly, and waited proudly The master's "surprise and touch, so far fall in love".
Meng Fuyao was curious, not knowing what the mouse had been doing so mysteriously for a long time and had refused to show her. When he poked his head around, his eyeballs immediately fell out.
A... love letter.
The paper was covered with messy Poria pancakes. Some pancakes had holes in them, and some pancakes had words on them. They were lined up one after another. Although they were pasted crookedly, they could barely be regarded as a love letter.
"I (gnaw a hole cake) like you, every night (hole cake) want to be with you (hole cake), don't care about (hole cake) (hole cake) (hole cake), I'm the one Happy most (hole cake) your... (hole cake) day...”
"Mice, you are so smart!" Meng Fuyao exclaimed, "Your keywords are all gnawed cakes, what a subtle and unusual confession."
Master Yuan Bao rolled his eyes, how do I know which words to use? I have eaten many of them!
The person who was confessed to, Yuan Zhaoxu, raised his chin with an inscrutable expression, and carefully read the "Panzi Love Letter". Master Yuan Bao blinked at him, and a boy's heart was beating wildly.
After a long while, Yuan Zhaoxu finally finished reading it, folded the scroll slowly and put it in his sleeve, Master Yuan Bao's eyes immediately brightened with surprise.
"Yuan Bao..."
Master Yuan Bao pricked up his ears.
"I've made progress in reading and writing. Have you found someone to make up lessons recently?"
Master Yuan Bao nodded shyly.
"Well written."
Master Yuan Bao's eyes are intoxicated...
"Next time I write a 3,000-word essay, I will consider it"
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After dismissing the heartbroken Mr. Yuan Bao coolly, Yuan Zhaoxu asked it to go to the box to continue making up lessons. Meng Fuyao sent Yuan Bao off with compassionate eyes, took a sweat towel, slapped it in his hand, and said with a smile , "Well, the next show, little loli is going to throw down the big bad wolf..."
Yuan Zhaoxu lay on the chair, looking at her lazily, his black and white eyes were astonishingly bright under the radiant light.
Meng Fuyao laughed evilly for a long time, and found that classmate Yuan didn't care at all, so he could only say bitterly, "Blindfold your eyes and do a trick."
Yuan Zhaoxu laughed, "You have so many tricks today."
Meng Fuyao shrugged, "You have to do the whole thing, I learned it from Grandma Qiong Yao." She covered Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes and smiled, "Wait for me." Then she slipped into a secret door.
Yuan Zhaoxu was blindfolded, raised his head slightly, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, what kind of person he is, a thin cloth can't stop his clear five senses, he heard a small sound from the compartment, that is The sound of clothes being gently taken off, the sound of smooth soft satin rubbing against the same smooth skin, the sound of long hair falling down like a dream and then gathered again, the sound of crisp heels hitting the ground, and another sound He didn't understand, it was a long slide sound, it sounded like something was being drawn, accompanied by Meng Fuyao's soft inhalation, the sound of inhalation was so rippling, it made one's heart tremble slightly.
It's a pity that this trembling was quickly interrupted by someone's murderous muttering, "...damn it's so tight...", "Damn... I'm going to lose weight...", "This neckline... this neckline... God damn Yao Xun..." "This Is it a shoe? This is a foot squeezer!"
Yuan Zhaoxu couldn't help laughing, and then heard the sound of the skirt being dragged on the carpet, reached out with both hands, and gently untied the cloth belt.
The spring light floods in, and the blooming bougainvillea fades in an instant.
Yuan Zhaoxu saw a snow-white and delicate cleavage at the first glance.
It is a shallow arc, with the untouched snow color of the distant mountains and the warmth of the best textured jade. It is the most attractive outline given to the world by the God of Creation, and only this stroke is enough to show amorous feelings.
On that moving arc, there is a large area of dazzling white, connected with the neck and jade jaw, like the most perfect jade carving.
Calm and composed like Yuan Zhaoxu, her face was slightly red, but the careless Meng Fuyao didn't realize that she had inadvertently revealed herself when she leaned over to untie the cloth belt. She straightened up, took two steps back, and unfolded her skirt, Facing Yuan Zhaoxu, he gave a graceful court ceremony.
In the radiant crystal light, an even more resplendent person appeared. The court dance skirt embroidered with fiery red smoke and brocade, the upper body was tightened and decorated with black pearl tassels, which set off the slender waist and straight chest. The figure was long and the skirt started from the waist The discounts make the waist more slender, and the large skirt spreads out underneath. Each fold is embroidered with pearlescent dark thread to create a complicated pattern. The skirt flutters and shines during the movement, like a layered and scattered style. All kinds of dreams.
Cloudy black hair, elegantly rolled up with a simple but luxurious agate hairpin, only a strand of curly hair hangs slightly in front of the forehead, which sets off a smooth forehead that is as white as jade.
Meng Fuyao smiled slightly, the radiance of her body suppressed the brilliance of the crystals in the room, mysterious, noble, elegant, and gorgeous.
She is so suitable for the hot color of fiery red, whether it is her ivory white skin, pure black long hair and eyes, or the innate bright and strong temperament in her blood, all of them complement each other to perfection.
Yuan Zhaoxu looked at her, like looking at a statue of a goddess who had been covered by a veil for a long time and suddenly faded away.
He inhaled lightly, and after a while he said in a very low voice, "Fuyao..."
"Um?"
"This dress..."
Meng Fuyao looked at him nervously, did he think the clothes were too weird and ugly
Yuan Zhaoxu raised his eyes a little, glanced over her snow-colored neck, and said, "Can you just show me the clothes?"
Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Damn it, do you think I like wearing this? Isn't it just for dancing? Hey, wearing this is so exhausting that I don't even dare to eat dinner. I won't make trouble for nothing."
She blinked, leaned gracefully, and held out her hand, "Dear sir, can I ask you to dance?"
As soon as the words fell, the silk and bamboo orchestra in the compartment sounded, elegant and poetic melody, but the tune was unfamiliar to Yuan Zhaoxu who was familiar with the melody.
""The Blue Danube"," Meng Fuyao raised his head and said softly with a sense of nostalgia, "Johann Strauss Jr.'s classic, although it's a bit out of shape, but I haven't heard this tune for many years..."
Yuan Zhaoxu looked at her expression, at this moment she looked sad and far away, the things in her eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of distant mountains, hazy, there was a gloomy look in his eyes, but it was just a smile Holding her hand, "Your Majesty, I am waiting for your instruction."
Meng Fuyao came back to his senses, smiled, listened attentively to the music, and taught Yuan Zhaoxu step by step, forward, backward, sideways, feet together, reversed, swayed, tilted...
Time passed quietly, and Yuan Zhaoxu learned everything surprisingly quickly. After half an hour, he let go of Meng Fuyao, smiled softly, followed the waltz etiquette Meng Fuyao taught him earlier, and bowed slightly politely. , with one hand behind his back, the other stretched towards Meng Fuyao:
"Beautiful lady, may I invite you to dance with me?"
Meng Fuyao smiled, gently lifted her hand into his palm, "My honor."
The moonlight is like silver, passing over many roofs, over those pearly brilliance, you can see the glamorous men and women amidst the thousands of rays of light, those fingers that are holding each other, the waists that are lightly holding, the dancing steps that are drifting, and the people who are looking at each other. Smile.
The music is as gentle as water, moving around the room like a ribbon, embracing each other gently in the rhythm of water, feeling the beauty of the curves of the body, feeling the soothing and exciting heartbeats of each other in this quiet and romantic moment, feeling the brisk flying skirts, whirling around , continuous ups and downs, every ups and downs, is a painting of brilliance and glare.
Yuan Zhaoxu's palm gently landed on Meng Fuyao's waist, and the skin under his palm drifted like a swimming fish. This elf-like magical woman also swam into the river of his life like a fish. She was so agile. Jumping away, disappearing suddenly, he embraced it with all of himself, and didn't want to let her completely walk out of his territory.
Before meeting her, he thought that everything in this life would be boringly in his own hands, like a tall building with a single view, with a clear view of the country and mountains.
However, she gave him a surprise, a surprise that he couldn't get again even if he exhausted his wisdom in this life.
On earth and in the sky, with a flash of glory, we will be intoxicated together tonight.
Even if he was drunk, he never wanted to escape from the subtle emotions that lingered in his heart.
Yuan Zhaoxu was drunk. For twenty-five years, he was sober like a day, but he found a feeling of drunkenness on this unforgettable birthday. For the first time in twenty-five years, he completely closed his five senses. Related people and things disturb the luxurious warmth of this moment.
Because of this, he did not notice that there was a commotion in the outer garden, that Miss Husan rushed into the garden, that she tripped over him because of her bulky gown, and just pushed down the bushes that hid the quiet room, so, She lying on the ground, together with the guests in the garden who were singing and dancing, saw the scene of the quiet room with the windows half closed.
They saw that the room was full of lights, the silk curtains were hanging down, the flowers were blooming in the white vases, and the crystals were shining on the walls. All these were beautiful, but it was not the scene that really caught the eye.
They saw the beautiful and charming woman in the arms of a man with picturesque features, saw his graceful and smooth dance steps, saw the continuous swirling shadows of the fiery red dance skirt, and the gorgeous dance between the exquisite trains that exuded fragrance. Hua Taotao flies across the clouds, seeing those endless light rotations and swings like waves, seeing those various shapes that seem to have absorbed the essence of moonlight and sunlight, and seeing the jade-colored arms that draw graceful arcs. With the glow of stars in the room, it flies like a poem.
I saw the man staring slightly down, while the woman smiled and raised her exquisite chin, saw the surging gazes, saw her spinning and leaping in his arms, like a fish leaping in the blue sea, saw their curves fit each other The body, and each other's peerless elegance that no one can surpass at this moment.
Miss Hu Sang has been lying on her stomach in such an awkward posture, she has forgotten to get up, she has been staring at the two people in the window, and her self-esteem and confidence have been completely wiped out in such non-stop dancing. Twisted and smashed, the most beautiful girl in Yaocheng has enjoyed the love of her clan for many years. She thought she was worthy of everyone in this world, but today, she finally understands that there are some people she will never be able to catch up with. The distance is as far away as the deep valley to the sky, like him, and her.
She lay on her stomach like that, and suddenly began to cry, for her love that was doomed to die before it even started.
No one noticed her crying, and no one even remembered to pull her up. Everyone maintained the original posture, staring at the long window, at the beautiful man and woman embracing each other, and at the night. Looking at the stormy waves of novelty, looking at this long wind, under the moonlight, and in the glow.
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At this moment, time freezes, everything is silent, no one knows, a few miles away, a rider rolls across the long loess road, with the sound of hooves, smashing the cold moon in Guanshan, and gallops forward.
Towards, Yao Cheng.