Chapter 3807 White Tea Brings Joy, Red Beans Lovesickness

Chapter 3780 White tea brings joy, red beans lovesickness

The snow has just begun to fall and the sun is shining brightly.

There is a house deep in the valley, with herbs blowing in the wind and smoke curling up from the kitchen.

"You're awake!" the little girl's cheerful voice sounded. She was young, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. She was wearing a patched gray cloth. After putting down the herb basket, she looked at the figure on the bamboo bed in surprise. A pair of His eyes are clean and clear.

The man raised his eyes, and his features could not be seen clearly in the sunlight coming from the window. His face was pale and bloodless, and a tear mole under his eye added to the sadness.

"I picked you up from the shore. You were seriously injured. I don't know what I would have done if Master hadn't been here."

Her eyes fell quietly on a blood-stained pear blossom hairpin lying on the wooden table. A red bean rolled down beside it, covered with cracks.

The little girl noticed what she was looking at and whispered sheepishly: "I see you have been holding on to this hairpin. It must be very important to you, right? It's a pity that it broke."

"It's not important." Her thin lips moved, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say, her voice was hoarse and cold.

It looked very familiar, as if she had seen it before somewhere. Several blurry images flashed before her eyes, and she couldn't see anything clearly. There was a sharp pain in her head, and she withdrew her gaze. She didn't know where the confusion came from in her eyes.

"My name is Xiaoqi, what's your name?"

who is she.

Where does she come from.

Why did she fall off the cliff?

Xiaoqi kept asking her questions for a long time, but she only said her name was Ranbai and couldn't answer anything else.

Xiaoqi thought the seriously injured girl was strange, but she liked her very much and was reluctant to let her go. As time passed, the girl who lost her memory never thought of anything. Even after she recovered from her injury, the person did not leave.

White tea makes me happy, I plant flowers and collect herbs, and I have nothing else to do in my free time.

Watch the sunrise and sunset, watch the valley be quiet.

The four seasons cycle, and everything has a beginning and an end.

Ranbai saw the flowers in spring, the waning moon in late autumn, the night wind in summer, and the heavy snow in winter. Another year has gone round and round.

During the first heavy snowfall in early winter, she stretched out her hand to catch a snowflake, and the cold and fine snow fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. I wonder if people far away were exposed to the snow with her. This life can be considered... …

She doesn't believe that people grow old together.

Who in the distance? Why would she have such a ridiculous idea?

Her head started to hurt again, and every time she thought about the past, the messy pictures could never be seen clearly, and her eyes were blank.

Ranbai often stays alone for a long time,

Looking at the broken red bean wood hairpin, sometimes it was an afternoon, sometimes it was a day, as quiet as a painting, pale and indifferent, no one knew what she was thinking.

Xiao Qi always felt that she had lingering obsessions.

Hongdou Chunsheng loves me the most.

"What are you waiting for?" Xiao Qi asked curiously.

"Waiting for someone." The man's white clothes were thin and he was calmly making tea.

"Who are you waiting for?" Xiao Qi was confused.

"Forgot." The breeze blew gently on her sleeves, and she replied calmly in this quiet world, where she finally lived like another person.

"How is it possible to wait?" Xiao Qi didn't understand.

Ranbai stopped talking.

Later, Xiaoqi always saw Ranbai sitting by the river under the cliff. She seemed to be looking at another world. Her appearance was extremely light and distant, and she vaguely felt that she shouldn't be like this.

She shouldn't be such a person.

So what should she look like?

Xiao Qi didn't understand either. She didn't even understand why she thought that way at that moment.

she asked again.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the wind."

When the wind blows across the two places, winter turns to spring, and the reincarnation of all stories will begin again.