Mei Yiqiu laughed, as if the traveler on the dark night finally saw the lights of the hotel.

"I thought I won't see you today!" He said, "Ah, how wonderful, the typhoon has turned! The rest of the storm is irrelevant, you and I can handle it."

Bi Shenghua felt that there was something in his words and looked at him puzzled.

"It is said that Shenzhou has an enchantment, the two dragons go out to sea, and Guanyin sits down! Hey, but who knows that the real enchantment is not in Shenzhou, but in Wuzhong. Shenzhou is just drenched in the light of Wuzhong. !"

"Professor, you don't want to tell me that the barrier is under this tree, right?" Bi Shenghua said.

"Why not!"

"Then you don't need to hold an umbrella."

Mei Yiqiu laughed, shook her silver hair, gave the umbrella in her hand forward, and said, "I don't want to wait for dawn under this big tree!"

Bi Shenghua knew that the professor would not come to him for no reason. The only intersection between him and her was Aoki, so she was a little expectant and a little nervous.

She quickly took the umbrella from Mei Yiqiu, politely helped the professor to hold the wind and rain, and asked him to sit at home.

Mei Yiqiu reached out and lifted the willow curtain, and stroked the wicker with her fingers, as if fiddled with the strings of the harp. The drops of water on the willow leaves flickered in the night, like light from a distant starry sky.

Bishenghua actually heard the melodious sound of the piano.

She raised her head to look at the sky, and in the thick rainy night, she saw Orpheus playing sadly in Lyra, for his forever lover Yuliday. The sound of his piano once touched the soul buried in hell, and Pluto gave him a chance to return to the sun with his wife, but he failed because of his loving looking back.

The story is beautiful enough, but unfortunately it is a tragedy. Bishenghua prefers China's Cowherd and Weaver Girl, and meets at least every year. Those magpies that belong to the same family as crows help people in love to cross the Milky Way, making people cherish hope every year.

Don’t people just live in hope?

Coincidentally, however, the stars corresponding to the two stories are in the same position in the sky. Vega is the ruler of Lyra, 25 light-years away from Earth. She was shining the brightest light in the summer starry sky, across the distant Milky Way, waiting for the Ruyi Langjun carrying a burden on the other side to step on the Magpie Bridge.

Walked out from under the tree and walked towards the lonely house in the ruins.

"The progress is fast, have you encountered any trouble?" The professor chatted casually as he walked.

"There is nothing else, even the data before the mulberry garden was destroyed." Bi Shenghua said, "and the root system of the old tree is too developed, and the construction is not easy to do."

"Well, I have some suggestions in this regard, I will tell you later." Mei Yiqiu said.

"Ah, thank you so much for that." Bi Shenghua didn't expect the professor to pay attention to the transformation of Mulberry Garden, which is really desirable. As a professor, he would never fool her by giving unpleasant opinions. He said that there are suggestions, which must be very good suggestions, and if he can help to say hello to him, many plans may not pass. It will pass.

Walking to the back door, Bi Shenghua was taking out the key to open the door, Mei Yi begged to accidentally kick the Star Beauty at her feet.

He even said sorry, bent over to pick up the flowerpot, and saw a key under the flowerpot. He calmly wiped the muddy water on the flowerpots and the leaves of the Star Beauty, and said casually: "New willows grow on the street every year, and old flowers are placed in front of the building every day..." Then he said, "Let it be like this. Isn't it good to get in the rain?"

Bi Sheng Hua's hand that was opening the door was stagnant. The poem that the professor chanted casually was modified from "Autumn grass grows on the moss every year, and the setting sun is in the building" in "Partridge Sky" by Yan Ji, followed by "The clouds are misty and the water is vast. There are many long journeys back to the people."

She didn't know if the professor was intentional or unintentional, what he was implying, or wanted to use the last two sentences of the word to persuade her that "Lovesickness is nothing to say, don't you want to spend tears on it"?

She took the flower pot from the professor's hand and said: "It doesn't matter, maybe it will bloom after a little rain." She stubbornly put it back in place, and quietly covered the key on the ground.

The star beauty glowed with white light under the dimly yellow night light.

Mei Yiqiu didn't say anything, and followed in the door. The flower of life led him upstairs. At the side of the stairs, she hesitated, feeling that the professor came here late at night, he must not want to see her boudoir, so she led him to the place where Aoki once lived.

There is a row of empty chairs in the corridor on the second floor. They are very clean, as if people are sitting every day. The sign of Shenwu Studio is still hung on the door, and the couplet of "Only Aoki can live in Shenwu" is pasted on the side of the door, and another couplet is pasted on the outside.

Mei Yiqiu stood at the door and watched for a while, and read, "'Withered trees in spring, no one sees flowers blooming in the old alleys; the birds are in love, sweeping the old nest and waiting for the king to return'. Well, the writing is good, but the paper is not good. It's all faded, it's time to get a new one."

Bi Sheng Hua opened the door and said, "The old tastes of the old too. Besides, no one came. You saw it today."

The room was still as it was. There were many magazines on the floor and on the sofa. In addition to the spread books, there was an ashtray, a box of matches and a pack of Paramount cigarettes on the desk.

Mei Yiqiu sat down on the sofa and picked up a magazine to read it. The magazine is very clean, there is no trace of dust, and the issue number shows that it was published this month.

Bi Shenghua took a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table, handed it to Mei Yiqi, and asked, "You smoke?"

Mei Yiqiu took the cigarette, sniffed it under his nose, and said, "Well, it's not bad. The tobacco is still fresh. It's a pity that I don't smoke this."

He returned the cigarette to the flower of life, took out the VEERMASTER box by himself, and poured some shredded tobacco into his pipe. He just held the pipe to his mouth~lightnovelpub.net~ The Flower of Life has struck a match.

Mei Yiqiu moved the cigarette holder over and saw the face of Bi Shenghua through the flame. Her eyes were very clear, like a mountain spring that had not been polluted a century ago. Her eyebrows were straight and strong, flying diagonally into her short sideburns. The whole face looks beautiful and heroic, but it has a little sadness, like a plum blossom in the cold winter.

"You really look like an old friend I know." Mei Yiqiu said with a puff of cigarette.

"How old is it?" Lifetime Flower joked.

"Ah, that's not clear." Mei Yiqiu laughed haha, "Don't say it, don't say it, it's always nostalgic and boring, people should look forward more, the future is where hope lies."

Bi Shenghua gave an "um" but didn't know how to interface. She can't be nostalgic, but she has always been hopeful. Nostalgia and hope sometimes do not conflict.

Mei Yiqiu took out a stack of paper from his pocket, handed it to the life flower, and said, "This is the advice I want to give you."

Bishenghua took it over and found that it was a stack of quite old landscape paintings, there were more than ten in total, each of which had a different picture, or the mountains and clouds, misty and rainy, or pavilions and pavilions, flowers and trees, or Nine-curved railings, rockery and ponds, or green tiles and flying mounds, carved beams and painted buildings...

From the perspective of the form of the painting, this is a little different from ordinary landscape paintings, and is more like the garden paintings of Shen Shichong's "Twelve Landscapes of Country Gardens", which can be used as paintings for appreciation or as a reference for garden layout design.

I don't know why, Bi Shenghua always feels that the scenes in these paintings are very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere. When she saw the huge mulberry tree on the last picture, she was shocked and looked at Mei Yiqiu with her mouth open:

"Professor, this is..."

Mei Yiqiu smiled slightly: "Yes, this is the mulberry garden back then."