Chapter 115: The Dream Returns to the Nest (Part 1)
The folding fan was always facing Shen Yuan. He could not hear her leaving clearly at first, but it was as if he had eyes on his back. He knew how this woman was getting further and further away step by step.
It wasn't until he couldn't feel it anymore that he turned around. He broke off a sandalwood plum with a sense of loss and carefully put it into his sleeve. He calculated that she should have left the plum forest and left the small courtyard. Then he followed the way he came. A man walked back slowly.
When Shen Yuan saw the white snow tower from a distance, the three people opposite also saw her and hurriedly ran to greet her. The lady went with others but returned alone. They were naturally curious, and Shen Yuan had already prepared a response. words.
"I met one of his friends and they were talking. I couldn't help but listen, so I came back first."
At this time, more and more people came to look for incense. Under the snow-white tower, there were quite a few people who stopped to watch, but they did not hear the noise. Shen Yuan did not stop any longer and went straight back with the three girls. Let's go. In front of the Sanguan Hall, there are still people queuing up to offer incense. Outside the Shanmen Hall, the clouds have long since disappeared, and the sky is clear and clear.
Zhou Lai Villa is not very far, but it can be reached within an hour of burning incense. If you go to the village at this time, you can try the newly made Tieguanyin. Yin Huai'an has to brew that tea in person to see its pure taste. Wonderful, it's easy not to show it in front of others, just drink a cup of it hot, and all the depression and anger will disappear immediately.
Shen Yuan stayed outside the mountain gate for a while, and then decided to go back home. Now that she had just been tricked by someone with whom she had nothing to do, she really was not in the mood to visit Yin Huai'an and lose her frustration to him, not to mention Caiyun was still following her, and she didn't want to bring an outsider with her.
When he returned to Lengxiang Pavilion, it was not yet lunch time. Shen Yuan kept suppressing his emotions and did not want to talk to anyone, so he asked Feiyue to get a pen and paper. Feiyun polished it and wrote a Sanguan Baogao himself. He ordered Caiyun to take him back to his room to copy. After sending Caiyun away, Shen Yuan changed his clothes, took off his bun, went to bed, reclined and closed his eyes to meditate.
"If you weren't Mo Zhangyan"? Mr. Folding Fan's words seemed to have a profound meaning. Could it be that he knew something? Could it be related to Shen Han? Is there any benefit to being close to "Mo Zhangyan" for Folding Fan? ...Shen Yuan felt deeply puzzled.
Now that Shen Han has already set off, it is impossible to ask him again. The next time we see each other, don't talk about it, it will be spring after the new year. If it is later, it may be summer. If something happens before then, Shen Han Yuan really didn't know what to do.
This confrontation between Merlin and Merlin was truly unexpected, completely different from the confrontation that night. This time, neither of the two were calm. The suppressed fire in the deep pools of Mr. Folding Fan's eyes broke through the restraints and spurted out, wishing to burn her. Turned into ashes. There was no doubt that he was really angry, but she, who always claimed to be indifferent, was disturbed by her spring water, but she was unable to release sharp ice to resist.
Why on earth didn't you let her go?
Shen Yuan had not written anything for a long time, and the two maids had already collected everything. She still felt that there was still a lingering smell of ink in the room. The smell was not bad, but it was extremely ignorant. It was spinning on the tip of her nose, forcing her to ignore its existence.
It's really annoying, just like that Mr. Ling who folds the fan.
What did he want to do? Was he just coveting her beauty? There were so many mysteries about this person that Shen Yuan almost wanted to run away. That night, they did have a drink and talk, but you know, here is Brothel... Thinking of that night, the curve of Shen Yuan's lips became as cold as ice.
What about treating each other sincerely? Don't tell her this. She doesn't even know what this person's name is. That jade pendant may be a breakthrough, but it doesn't seem to be of much use at the moment.
Why can't his identity be found out, and there's not even a trace of news? Shen Yuan doesn't like this pale and helpless feeling. It seems that he is so close, but he can't touch anything. During the Double Ninth Festival, he went to Zhoulai Villa. Yin Huaian told her about the assassins, but she didn't know anything. Was her network starting to fall apart? This really made her uneasy and at a loss what to do.
She lay down, pulled the quilt over herself, and savored the tormenting taste. From that night of chatting with Qingmei, all the mistakes started. She should not have gone, let alone fell into the trap of Guanying. Tao, getting more involved with Mr. Folding Fan, everything should not be done in retrospect.
It would be nice if she could go back to sleep and do everything over again... Shen Yuan closed her eyes tightly and tried not to let the tears fall out. She was hiding in this brothel just to live in peace and not want to lose her eyelids again. She doesn't want to step out and be judged by others. If she can't even keep this little comfort, then what's the point of her many years of dormancy?
Feiyue and Feiyun were guarding the outside. Seeing their master like this, they looked at each other several times, but finally did not dare to come in and disturb them. Shen Yuan was sullen in the quilt, thinking randomly about unclear ideas, and fell asleep unconsciously. She remembered that she had had a long dream, and when she woke up, her face was full of tears.
It seemed to be the northwest in the dream, but it was not the pasture that she went to with Mo Yuanyuan when she was a child. With carved walls and majestic buildings, flying pavilions and flowing elixirs, Shen Yuan guessed that this was probably her first home, sealed in the deepest part of her memory. It was only in a dream that he had to return. Shen Yuan had long since forgotten the layout. He could only step on the small bluestones with fish and lotus flowers that paved the way, and groped his way forward. He didn't know what he was looking for, and he didn't know why, so he stumbled.
She tried very hard to open her eyes wide, trying to see clearly what her home looked like, every brick, tile, plant and tree. She even hoped that maybe she could find her father and mother, call her "daddy, mother" and remember them firmly. Their voices and smiles.
She searched for a long time, but the scene around her was clearly within reach, but it was always shrouded in mist. All she could see clearly was the small area in front of her. Shen Yuan began to be afraid, fearing that this was a trap, because she missed her homeland. Using love as bait, he lures her into the game step by step so that he can carry out some unknown plan.
While she was hesitating, she suddenly tripped and fell, and her knees hit the bluestone pavement. The pain was so real that it forced her eyes to turn red and a series of tears fell from her eyes. She wanted to stand up, but she didn't have any strength. She panicked. As she looked around, she found that the small bluestone slab under her body had grown larger - no, it was obviously her own body that had grown smaller.
Shen Yuan is such a wise and understanding woman, she knows that everything is in a dream, so there is no need to be surprised. She still wants to stand up, find a mirror, and see what she looked like when she was a child. Her parents love her, her siblings love each other... She was who she was at that time. , is truly happy, right?