Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 1026: Beauty, flowers are like rain

Amidst the city’s red dust, the strength of wine should be valued. The place where the dust is removed is more important than tea.

The rhythm of tea is leisurely, seeing the true meaning in the plain, what is needed is the fine taste that settles down.

In this isolated place, there is really nothing better than a fragrant tea in the Gu Youshi.

As soon as the Zhang Fan stepped out of the inner room, it saw water vapor, such as falling into the fairyland, and the smell of tea was lingering, and the mouth was saliva.

Because of this world, if there is a beautiful lady, a small red clay stove, and a hand-made tea, it will definitely make people drunk and do not return.

However, at this time, the tea was overflowing in front of the eyes, and there were no traces of beautiful women.

Zhang Fan's gaze swept across the tea table, and his heart suddenly moved, stopping.

There are two fragrant teas on the tea table at this time, one full of people, no one touches. On the other side, half of the cups were drunk. There were traces of drinking on the edge of the cup. The faint women's body was mixed with it. Even if the tea was timeless, it could not be covered.

——Waner.

So many years of getting along, others dare not say that Wenxiang Zhiren Zhang Fan can still do it.

On the side of the two incense teas, there is still a small wooden plate filled with a yellow-white nut, even if hidden in the shell, the aroma still comes out.

If someone else is here, it’s naturally unclear, but Zhang Fan just changed his mind and understood it, and even sighed secretly.

In a trance, he seemed to see a beautiful woman dressed in white, sitting kneeling lightly on the ground, first placing a fragrant tea on the opposite side of the tea table, and then pouring himself one, even lonely Drink with tea.

This kind of behavior was done a thousand times, ten thousand times, and it may not be possible to have a warm tea taste when the waiting people arrived, but she still did it.

As you can imagine, this is by no means the first time. It will definitely not be the last time.

Day after day, year after year, doing it silently, without asking for rewards, unwilling to inform, just want to have a sip of hot tea when the beloved comes.

In the heart of Zhang Fan, I suddenly felt panicked, and quietly moved to the tea table, picked up the tea that was still warm, and sipped it out.

Put down the teacup and pick up a nut at hand, the strong aroma burst into the mouth.

The name of this nut, Zhang Fan is not known, but he is not new to this taste. Once upon a time, this thing was praised by him casually.

If it weren’t for the familiar taste entrance, he was afraid he would have forgotten it. But someone never forgets and prepares a copy for a long time.

"Ah~"

Unconsciously, this is the second time Zhang Fan has sighed here.

Donghua is a real person who fights for thousands of miles. I don’t know how many people have fallen below him, and how many people look up and are invisible, but in this short time, in front of ordinary things, they sigh.

"The most difficult thing to do with beauty is this."

Zhang Fan didn't say a word, and didn't know what was in his mind. The two demon-shaped monsters beside him were a bit impatient.

Mo Ling is okay, standing on his shoulder, pecking at his hair, seeming to understand what he thought.

The bull is far away. The stone house is small, but his huge body is condensed to the size of a puppy, and he has nothing to do around the feet of Zhang Fan. He turned around twice and was bored.

For a long time, Zhang Fan let out a long breath, regardless of the two guys, stepped towards the door.

Subconsciously, he eased his steps.

As soon as he went out, he saw the snow-capped, colorful trees, and the long-lost scene of Honghua Valley jumped into sight.

The fiery red flowers bloom and wither on the branches, born out of thin air. Scattering also follows the wind, not in the sky and the world, but also a little less of the real vitality.

Under a flower tree that looks very different, a white woman is slim.

Frost and snow in white, dark hair scattered on the fragrant shoulders, ethereal and elegant, just like the temperament of Yougu, blending into one.

A clear breeze blew by accidentally, flicking away the forehead hair, revealing the purple orchid, demure and graceful.

In front of Waner, there was only a small white flower blooming on that odd-shaped flower tree. Its companions had no idea when and when they had disappeared, leaving only a solitary branch with a leaf Are not retained.

Anyone can see that this odd-shaped flower tree is alive and well, and that little flower may be its last essence of life.

It was still the fresh breeze that just moved the branch, and it was just a tremor so that the last little white flower. Also fell from the branch.

The lightness is so extreme that, with the wind fluttering, after a while, Fang Zhi is one person tall.

While waiting for it to continue to drift down, a small white hand raised up and held it in his palm.

First standing on tiptoe, raising your hand over the top, then sighing quietly, holding a small white flower to Qiong nose and gently sniffing, the whole movement is beautiful and leisurely, you can enter the painting.

Zhang Fan not far away. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help it.

Waner didn’t know at all that the man who was thinking longingly was behind her. I saw that she seemed to be talking to herself, and that she was talking to the flower. >

"Hua'er, Hua'er, why don't you thank you two days at night?"

"Waner has a hunch that my brother will come to see me soon."

The delicate voice lingered in the valley, seeming to complain about the early demise of Xiaobaihua, which made her flower-watching plan unfulfilled, and with softness in her words, she seemed to regret the decay of the Baihua.

As she said, Waner squatted her hand lightly, and her little white hand gently fiddled around on the snow.

The snow was swept away, and a clear fragrance fluttered in the air, like the fragrance that was first revealed when the magnolia bloomed.

Crossing Wan’er’s small shoulder, Zhang Fan clearly saw that there was a small bulge in front of her.

The snow whites piled together are all scattered petals and withered white flowers. Even if they detach from the branches, they will not change the fragrance.

As if the little white flower was hurt, Waner gently put it in the flower pile, embellished at the top.

The faint wind groaned, flicking the little white flower trembling from side to side, still on the branch, and beckoning a small hand to the empty valley in front of you.

You sighed, gently flicked, covered with snow, and isolated the dust.

With the scene of looks at quietly, Zhang Fan only felt that a soft place in his heart was touched fiercely for a while, but he was unwilling to disturb this beauty.

Like funeral flowers. Someone can make it sad and bloody, and has a sense of destruction; someone can sing a sad tune, hurting himself, and it makes people cry.

Waner is different. She is unique, a little sorry, a little lost, it seems regretful, without sorrow, and some just wait quietly.

I don’t think it will take a moment, she will discover new novels in this dull, unknown years, and then wait for Zhang Fan to come and watch together.

Youyou got up, and when she turned back, she already had a faint smile on her face, and she came out of the burial scene.

Immediately, a pleasant smile burst into my beautiful face.

"Ah~"

Unconsciously, she reached over and covered her mouth, as if afraid of exclaiming, she was awakened by the dream.

"Waner."

"Brother, you are here."

In the clear voice, with a caper, put down his hand, Waner's face is already showing a very happy smile.

The Zhang Fan quickly moved forward two steps subconsciously, with a swing of the sleeve and a snow-white flower adorned with red flowers, which appeared in his hand and handed it to Waner.

"Give it to you, do you like it?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and finally found the most suitable host for the flower.

Compared with Mo Ling and Manniu’s burning piano crane, the color of surprise flashed in Waner’s beautiful eyes is better than all praises on earth.

"Uh!"

Waner nodded sharply, a pair of small hands clasped the flowers tightly, and her delicate body snuggled up as if he could resist the wind and snow through the warmth of his body.

"Waner, do you want to enjoy the flowers with your brother?"

Zhang Fan took Waner to the flower tree and said softly.

When he spoke, he paid no attention to it, a pity flashed in his eyes, not for the flower tree whose life had passed, only for the people around him.

"Brother, you've been here for a long time!"

Yan'er's face was stained with red, as if she was shy about the scene just now.

"hahaha~~"

Zhang Fan smiled heartily, suddenly extended his fingers, a little empty.

"Bang~"

Flying snow swayed, scattered with the wind, a touch of verdant green, circulated on the flower tree.

Withered trees in spring, even for thousands of years of dead trees, Zhang Fan will make it bloom for Waner's wishes, as if the little tree that had just withered the last flower in front of him.

Dye green, shoot buds, grow leaves, bloom.

The little white flowers blossomed in small blooms, and the intoxicating fragrances spread in turn.

The wind blows up, the flowers fall like rain, bloom one by one, fall one by one, just like the most beautiful flower rain, the two people under the tree are enveloped, the beauty of which is the wonderful hand of Dan Qing, can’t write pen In the world, there should only be heaven.

Appreciating flowers~IndoMTL.com~ In the end, the flowers are as beautiful as the flowers, or the people are more beautiful than the flowers. In the smile of Waner, Zhang Fan is lost for a while and cannot be distinguished.

For a long time, time completely lost its meaning. Zhang Fan and Wan'er snuggled up and stood under the flower tree for a long time, as if to be like this forever, forever.

When the flowers are gone and the beauty is over, Wan'er turns around and smiles brilliantly:

"Brother, thank you for watching the flowers with me."

I am not amazed by the dead wood and spring, I am not grateful for the rebirth of flowers and trees, I am not grateful for the romantic and beautiful scene, I am only grateful for my companionship.

At this moment, Waner's face is satisfied, nothing more.

The words fell, she let go of Zhang Fan's hand for the first time since she met.

The toes have been dancing on the ground like colorful dances, as if afraid of one step of care, they trampled on a layer of flower rain spreading on the ground.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, as if she had lifted the burden of thousand pounds in her heart, followed closely and stepped forward.