"Half of these peach trees were planted by me, so you want to call me back with the trees I planted?"

Meng Tang'an stuffed the peach blossom cake into his mouth: "Thank you for thinking about it."

After saying that, she walked forward slowly, with a few peach blossom petals falling from her skirt: "Let's have a drink at the Peach Blossom Bar tonight, husband."

"Okay."

The two quickly entered the Bamboo Garden. The peach blossoms were still in full bloom. The breeze blew, and the peach blossom petals were spinning in the air. When they fell to the ground, they looked like the crimson at the end of the girl's eyes...

Who picks up the fate of three lives, who leaves it, who forgets the past, and who is always concerned about it?

Recalling those years, whoever felt lovesickness, who planted peach blossoms, they were shining brightly for ten miles, and the house was suitable for IKEA.

…

July 7th, Qiao Qiao Festival.

Xie Xun was lighting lanterns with Meng Tangan. The two stood by the river, their clothes tangled together.

The clear river and sea breeze, the melting moonlight, the person who enjoys it together is right beside you.

Meng Tang'an had just been attracted by the vendor and came back after buying two small items. He saw a pretty girl falling at Xie Xun's feet. She was just right to panic, "Xu Beihou, I didn't mean to do it..."

The posture is very attractive.

Meng Tangan looked at it and whistled.

Xie Xun passed the girl without even looking at her, and walked straight towards Meng Tang'an, frowning and feeling aggrieved: "She touched me."

"They are just throwing themselves into my arms."

So for the next whole day, Meng Tangan talked to Xie Xun.

Got the wrong file.

"Xu Beihou, I didn't mean it..."

Xie Xun was indifferent.

Serve piping hot tea.

"Xu Beihou, I didn't mean it..."

Xie Xun is cold and indifferent.

He tied his belt into a tight knot and said to him pitifully: "Xu Beihou, I..."

The tone has twists and turns, and the tea taste is beyond the standard.

"Meng Tang'an, you are dead." Xie Xun couldn't bear it anymore, pressed her on the couch, pinched the woman's chin and kissed her, his eyes were deep and aggressive, and his long fingers guided her hand to fall on his belt,

It looked like a smile but not a smile, and his voice was low and beguiling, "Be good, you tied it, and you can tear it open yourself."

…

Yang Zhihua and Zhongcao's son is five years old this year. He is fat, white, and very cute. He has inherited the advantages of his parents.

On her round face, she smiles like a crescent moon, making her happy and cute, which is very lovable.

Meng Tangan was particularly happy to take him to play, and this time, she took aim at his little wooden horse.

It is midsummer, and the sunlight passes through the branches and leaves of the sycamore tree, dapples the ground in the courtyard, and flowers bloom one after another.

"Baby, be good, my sister will play with it for a while and give it to you."

The little baby looked blankly at the girl sitting on his wooden horse, his expression gradually dulled: "Oh oh oh."

"What should I do if the Trojan horse can't run?"

"I'll push." ​​The little baby hummed, stretched out his little fleshy hands, and pushed Meng Tangan around in circles in the yard, with a very proud expression on his face, as if he was awesome.

"Sister, when I grow up, I will marry you home and let you ride on my Trojan horse every day." The little baby said firmly.

Meng Tangan held her chin: "Sister, I'll wait for you to grow up."

Xie Xun: "..."

Is he just being cheated like this?

The two of them were together, and they didn't know who was the child. He sat casually under the tree, lazily and carelessly, holding a wooden board in his hand, studying how to make a luxury version of the Trojan horse. After two days, he was done.

Meng Tangan looked at the "Big Mac" in the yard and was shocked!

"Don't you like wooden horses?" Xie Xun leaned against the door, spending a lot of money to gain beauty, "Just play with me."

"I didn't expect that you still have such a talent." Meng Tang'an held his hand, "Thank you for your hard work, my little marquis, come up quickly and set off for sailing!"

"No." Xie Xun sneered, "I'm not interested in such childish things."

Half a quarter of an hour later, he sat expressionlessly on the wooden horse with Meng Tang'an.

Yang Zhihua held her forehead and sighed: "Those who don't know better still think that Miss Meng is his daughter, and they spoil her like this.

Sunshine's wine is very light but very mellow. It is poured into each small cup-shaped wild flower and reflected on the hems of their clothes.

There was a draft, and under the eaves and in the courtyard, the giant wooden horse swayed.

"Aren't you not interested? Why are you here again?"

"There is no way, who makes someone too difficult."

"Who are you saying is difficult? Say it again!"

"Don't kiss me..."

The world is full of emotions, but the white porcelain plum soup in midsummer makes the sound of broken ice clanking against the wall.

It is enough that the Tao is ordinary.

On this day, Meng Tangan came up with a great idea on a whim.

"I want to write a book!"

"What to write?"

Meng Tang'an looked at Xie Xun, pointed at him, and then pointed at himself: "Just write about you and me."

She wrote down their stories and buried them under the peach blossom tree. Maybe a thousand years later, this courtyard will be renovated and people will dig up old stories from under the tree roots...

In their tenth year together, they were twenty-seven years old.

It’s winter with heavy snowfall.

The long street was covered with soft snow, and snowflakes were flying all over the sky.

Meng Tangan threw herself on Xie Xun's back from behind, wearing a bright white skirt and red cloak, and said in a clear voice: "Here we come."

Xie Xun carried her steadily, with a distant look on his face: "Meng Tang'an."

"Huh?"

"I love you." The voice is exceptionally clear in the howling cold wind, and will always be unwavering.

Meng Tang'an raised his hand and touched his throat. What he had secretly said in his heart for countless days and nights before could finally be said openly at this moment.

She came close to his ear, and all the hot breath she exhaled touched Xie Xun's ear, turning into a white mist. She trembled slightly, and her soft red lips opened lightly, without any hesitation: "I love you too."
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As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to bury her heated cheeks in the soft snow. In fact, she did so and quietly buried her face in the side of his neck.

"Yes." Xie Xun said carefully, with snowflakes falling from his eyelashes, and his voice was gentle, "I heard it."

Xie Xun spent three long years teaching Meng Tangan what love is.

She dares to give her sincerity.

They walked in the snow, the girl threw herself on Xie Xun's back, the hat of the red cloak hung down, white fox fluff fell with snowflakes, she covered his eyes mischievously, he walked slowly and steadily, with a frivolous spirit, and

Her fingers are intertwined.

The flying snowflakes fell on their hair, eyelashes, and shoulders...

She whispered in his ear: "We still have many years to come. In that series of days, I will always love you."

It snows one after another in Chang'an City, and the sky and the earth are covered with snow. When spring comes in March next year, the flowers in Jiangnan will bloom again.

…

The twenties of the twenty-first century.

It's autumn, the tenth day of September, and the sun is dazzling.

"Grandpa! I found a book!"

Later.

This book has become a rage on the Internet and has caused heated discussions among countless readers.

The author's pen name is - A Dream of Chang'an.

After the popularity, the author did not choose to write other books. When faced with questions from readers, he just smiled and said.

"This book is adapted from a true story. There will never be another story in my life that makes me feel so excited."

This time, the ending of the book is no longer that Mr. Xie Xiaohou falls into the quagmire, the princess never sees the light of day, and wears her wedding clothes to die, and her life will never end well.

At the end of the story, I wrote this paragraph.

"I love him and I learned it from him loving me."
Chapter completed!