[R18] Looking for her in the crowd – “Looking for her in the crowd” It was once Jinghong took a photo, Rong Jue, Dream Sweet, Part 2 [English]

What does it feel like to ride in the rivers and lakes with the one you love?

How can I die if I can compare with my eyes? I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals.

Rong Jue can only know the meaning of the poem today.

In the dream, every inch of time seemed to be slowed down.

On the first day, he and she went to see the peach blossoms on the outskirts of the city.

Qingzhui stood under the peach blossom tree not far away, looking at the two of them leisurely.

She fluttered the petals of a tree, became playful, tied them up with the hem of her skirt, and leaned against a huge peach tree with him. She rested her head on his thigh, staring at him with a smile, as if he and he were the only two left in the world.

He picked up a flower, put it in her bun, and kissed her lips gently.

“It is thick in my heart, more beautiful than this peach blossom.”

“Humph, he’s very glib.”

The pouted little mouth was held by he, turning and sucking, and the fluttering petals were like a pink rain, sprinkled on their bodies.

On the second day, he and she walked around the streets and alleys of Yunmeng.

He rode behind her, driving Qingzhui, and passed by the stall of an old man selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in the morning. The kind little girl couldn’t bear it, so Rong Jue bought all the stalls and gave the old man a piece of silver to let him go home early.

The two of them carried a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and finished their lunch at Ningwei Pavilion.Rong Jue looked at her with sugar sprinkles on the corner of her mouth, and leaned over, rolled up the light yellow sugar sprinkles on the tip of her tongue, and rubbed her little head.

“Neng Neng, let Brother Ajue buy you all the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from now on, okay?”

Since childhood, this sweet-scented osmanthus cake has been Jiang Rongrong’s favorite. Regardless of the crumbs on the tip of her nose, the girl sweetly hugged his arm:

“This is natural, don’t buy less.”

“Okay, it’s all right.”

Look, she agreed and asked him to buy her sweet-scented osmanthus cake for a lifetime.

On the third day, the two of them stayed in the mansion, playing chess, painting, playing the piano and singing.

It’s like it was when we were young, but a little more affectionate.

Rong Jue put his big hands around her soft waist, gently took a white jade chess piece, and placed it on the place where Jiang Rongrong missed it just now:

“If Nong Nong had played here just now, I wouldn’t have been able to make a comeback.”

“Hmph, why didn’t you tell me just now?”

The coquettish and unreasonable little temperament was made more and more lawless by he’s pampering, and Rong Jue was very happy with it.

Scratched her wrinkled little nose.

“Okay, how about I give Nong Nong three sons in this round?”

“No, no more, brother Ajue, I’m a little tired.”

Tiredness hit that energetic little face, Rong Jue stroked her white jade cheek and whispered:

“Then go to sleep now, Nong Nong. Brother Ajue is always here to accompany you.”

“Well… wake me up before dinner.”

“Okay.”

Feeling sleepy, Jiaojiao fell asleep in her arms.

Everything in front of me is like a mirror, a flower in the water, and the moon, gradually turning into a shadow, like ripples in a lake, slowly spreading.

The clear picture became blurry. Rong Jue tried his best to hug the tenderness, but she couldn’t use the strength anymore. White light hit her. When she opened her eyes again, the person in her arms was no longer there.

The evening breeze blew through the open window, and it seemed that her soft fragrance still lingered in his palm.

The jade bracelet placed on one side is shining brightly. It is a personal belonging to the person you want to see, and it is the key to dreams.

Rong Jue carefully put away the jade bracelet, recalling the various events in his dream, and his handsome face burst into a warm smile.

The painter arrived at some unknown time and sat on the window edge, holding a jar of aged flower carvings in his hand. He raised his head and took a sip, saying:

“Young master, how do you feel when you have a dream?”

“I hope I never wake up after being drunk for a long time.”

Rong Jue stood up and came to the window, looking at the bright moon in the distance, as if he could see her beautiful face.

“Can you stay here forever?”

The painter took another sip of wine and sighed softly:

“Since it is false, why do you need to be persistent, Master?”

“Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, or did Zhuang Zhou dream of butterflies? If you are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish?”

The gentle voice was low, like a faint sigh.

Among these ten feet of soft red, there really is an infatuated person, but he accidentally bumped into him.

“Forget it, I’ll leave in a month.”

“Thank you, Your Excellency.”

Even being able to spend a moment with her in a dream is wonderful.

It was another lingering spring day, and Rong Jue was sitting alone at the stone table in the mountains.

He took out the plum wine buried deep under the tree and took a small sip.

The wine is mellow in color and fragrant in the throat.

This is the wine he and Nong Nong brewed together, and now, it’s the last glass.

The wind blew through the branches of the peach tree, swaying like a drunken beauty.

I don’t know where the human face is going,

The peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze.

Rong Jue smiled softly and put down the jade cup.

Nongnong, see you in my dream tonight.

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