Vol 4 Chapter 701:

Many years ago, when she was a young girl, she was ready to leave, slim, and picked the tree with her own hands. She planted this tree with her own hands. She once thought that this would be her eternal home, the home she expected. There is a cypress in front of it, which is immortal and always guards.
Things that happened many years ago have long been sealed in memory. I can’t remember anything, but I only remember this place, this yard, and...
A man.
His name is Mo Jitian, and her relationship with him seems to be very intimate. In the intermittent picture, she planted trees and he watered; she drenched the rain, he held an umbrella; she practiced fist, he practiced sword; she coquettish, he indulged Screen.
The girl in the blurry picture is her, but it seems not her. In the past 20 years, she has almost never laughed, even without an expression. In front of this man, she will laugh, shout, lose her temper, be coquettish, Will be lame, will quarrel...
So strange, so familiar picture, swarming.
She was sealed for so many years of memory, but only remembered this past, perhaps, this is a rare and joyful time in her life, so remember in mind, it is unforgettable.
Now standing in front of this yard, she hesitated, is there anyone in it?
Ruyu, if one day you are gone, don’t forget the way home, I will wait for you here.
Whose voice seemed to sound in his ears, such tender feelings, such heavy love, in his sober tone, that weird, so familiar, but he would still be here, waiting for her to come back?
What happened in these years?
She pushed open the door. To her surprise, the door was not locked. The half-moon door opened gently without obstruction.
From the outside, the courtyard is elegant and small. When you walk into the Moon Gate, you find that it is very wide. The courtyard is full of various kinds of camellia. The varieties are different. The colors are pink, white, yellow... Very beautiful, planted the entire small yard.
There is only a small goose egg path in the middle, which leads directly to the main house...
Her expressionless eyes were full of surprises.
Her favorite flower.
What a beautiful yard.
The floral lingering, charming heart.
She walked slowly through the path. This is a two-storey villa with a very strong ancient Greek style. It is blue and white, so unique and elegant in the camellia room. There are two incense towers hanging on the return corridor , But the incense was not lit, the incense tower seemed to have words, and the golden incense tower hung the names of two people.
Su Ruyu, Mo Jitian.
Her eyebrows twisted, her fingertips were suddenly hard, and she almost broke the incense tower's line. The wind blew, and the incense tower shook gently. The names of the two were looming, and her heart was stabbed like a needle.
The teenager more than 20 years ago hung the incense tower blankly, writing their names carefully, and the girl said on the side, "Do you really believe this?"
"Unbelief!" the teenager answered decisively.
According to legend, as long as each other’s name hangs in the incense tower and hangs in front of the door, the feelings of the two become long and never separated. This is a far-reaching legend in ancient Greece. Two days later I bought the incense tower and hung their names.
The girl raised her eyebrows, "I don't believe you?"
"I'm happy!"
"Then you are always happy, don't accompany you anymore!" The girl waved her hand and hurried away.
"Su Ruyu!" A roar came from behind, the young girl raised her eyebrows, turned her chest around, turned her youthful eyes, with a strange look on her face, a little bit domineering of the Dark King, "Come and hang this!"
He shook the incense tower bearing his name.
"I don't believe it!"
"I don't believe it!"
"Who to show it to?"
"Let you hang on, there is so much nonsense!"
"The surname is Mo, if you have a species, just say it again!"
"In order to prove that I have a species!" The juvenile Yinzhu frowned, "Let you hang up, where is so much nonsense?"
The girl chuckled and hung her cautiously with the incense tower, her heart was so pious, Pharaoh, although I don’t believe you much, I still beg you.
The boy had already hung up, waiting for her. As soon as he hung up, the boy suddenly pulled her shoulders, pressed her against the white jade pillar on the side, bent her head to grab her lips, and kissed him hard and heavy.
A golden pagoda swaying gently in the wind.
The picture was stunned, she was in a trance, and the scene seemed to be staged in front of her in a very real way. At the age of sixteen or seven, she smiled like a flower, with a touch of sweetness between her brows, she knew she was in love at first glance.
The corner of her lips is slightly ticked.
This incense tower...
Actually still.
Her hand was swiping by the stone pier, the dust was not heavy, there seemed to be someone living here, but who was still there? If so, what did she and him say when they met? She forgot how to start between them and how to end between them, only to remember the sweet years.
She thinks that such a memory should be a bit biased.
She pushed the door in. The strange thing was that the door was not locked. She looked back curiously. From the moon door to the door, there was no lock. Is he not afraid of someone coming in and destroying the beauty and tranquility here?
There is a little puzzlement in my heart. The lobby on the first floor is very simple, with light-colored carpets, which gives the entire hall a tranquil taste. There are two sets of white sofas and a beautiful stone carving in the corner.
She knew that without a tour, there was only one room on the first floor. The storage room, as well as the kitchen, the master bedroom and the study were upstairs, straight up the spiral staircase.
Inside, there is someone's breath!
Someone lived here, but she didn't feel threatened by someone for a while, but if she was not at home, she frowned coldly and walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor. When she first went up, she was a big balcony, facing the camellia below. On the balcony, there is a wind chime, two bamboo chairs, a mahogany table, and a set of precious tea sets, teapots, and tea cups are placed on the table.
She swept her fingertips on the table, it was very clean, there was no dust at all, and the lid was lifted, and the tea was steaming and fragrant. This is a kind of tea she likes very much.
Junshan Silver Needle.
She let out a sigh of relief slowly. There were her memories, her preferences, and her shadows everywhere in the room.