Feng Yan supported the edge of the bed with both hands, raised her feet gently in the air and swayed in circles, with a slightly smile on her face.

"Can't I look?" Feng Yan asked with his head raised.

Wei Xingzhen saw that Feng Yan was about to start arguing with him again, so she turned around and continued to pick up her pen and write.

"You can see," he snorted, "A Yan can see whatever she wants."

After a while, Feng Yan suddenly patted the bed.

"Wei Xingzhen, come here."

Wei Xingzhen was stunned for a moment.

Every time Feng Yan called his full name, he felt a slap in his heart.

But when he turned around, Feng Yan was clearly looking at him with a smile.

“…what do.”

"Come here." Feng Yan slapped the edge of the bed a few more times, "Sit here."

Wei Xingzhen stood up inwards and sat beside Feng Yan.

The two of them sat down and didn't speak, but their faces turned red after a while.

Wei Xingzhen looked elsewhere, "A Yan called me over, what exactly are you going to do?"

"I have something to discuss with you." Feng Yan whispered in a slight voice that only the two of them could hear, "Let's choose a day and pay another visit. It's enough if there are two of us."

Wei Xingzhen immediately looked at her side, and then his eyes quickly flew away like a dragonfly swallow.

"good."

He still gave a brief and affirmative reply to Feng Yan's various requests as before.

Feng Yan stood up and said he wanted to go to the second floor to change his clothes. Wei Xingzhen nodded in a sense. It was not until Feng Yan's footsteps were rising little by little that he slowly came to his senses.

Wei Xingzhen bent down slightly and held his slightly hot lower half of his face with one hand.

What does Feng Yan mean when she wants to have a visit with him again?

Maybe I want to say that I felt that the previous time I used tea instead of wine was not enough, so I had to do it again.

But the church...

Chapel means...

Is it what I think?

...

Mei Shier's carriage had already stopped at the east gate of Feng's mansion early in the morning. It was drizzling in the morning. Feng Yuandao walked with him in the Feng's mansion with an umbrella, and introduced the layout of his courtyard to Mei Shier quite complacently.

In Feng's mansion, the scenery changes. The cool autumn rain at this moment reminds people of the cold spring when the spring is chilly. Because many green plants are planted in the courtyard, sometimes it really makes people feel a little confused about the current season.

When passing the path in front of Feng Yuanyuan's gate, Mei Shier glanced at the second-story building.

The gate of the small building in the autumn rain was closed, and even the window on the second floor was not opened.

"Mr. Mei, go here."

Feng Yuandao led the way in front and led Mei Shier to the west garden of Feng's mansion.

Mei Shier quickly followed.

...

Near noon, Wei Xingzhen and Feng Yan went out with umbrellas. They held bamboo baskets and a clean square plaque in their hands, carefully avoiding the accumulated water on the ground.

In autumn, when eating oranges, putting oranges in a jar filled with pine needles can keep the water in the flesh, and you can also use mung beans - that's what Wei Xingzhen said.

But Feng Yan is skeptical.

After talking about it, the two finally decided to go to the Pine Cypress Garden in the West Garden to cut some pine needles and try the effect of pine needles storing oranges in person.

The pine needles in the rain were hung with crystal water droplets. Feng Yan cut them short one by one and put them into the bamboo basket that Wei Xingzhen was carrying.

When the pine needles in the basket almost piled up into a small slope, Feng Yan probably had enough and put the scissors into the basket.

It was originally time to go home, but the drizzle in the garden was so quiet and charming. Feng and Wei were unwilling to go back, so they sat together in a pavilion that was not wet by the rain to enjoy the scenery.

However, as soon as Feng Yan didn't move around, she found that she was wearing less clothes again.

"Why do I go and help you bring the short jacket that Wulang sent yesterday?" Wei Xingzhen asked softly.

"...No need to wear that," Feng Yan shook her head quickly, "Just get me a autumn cloak to block the wind."

Wei Xingzhen held up an umbrella and walked into the rain. Feng Yan looked at his back and began to smile unconsciously.

His figure quickly disappeared into the corner, and there was only the sound of drizzling rain in the world.

Feng Yan got up from the stone bench, walked slowly to the edge of the pavilion, and reached out to receive the rain dripping from the eaves. The rain fell on the back of his hand, and then fell to the ground along his fingertips, falling into a dim water mark.

After a long time, Feng Yan heard footsteps coming from the winding corridor behind her. The person who came was not Wei Xingzhen, so she was too lazy to look back.

"Young Master?" A familiar voice came.

Feng Yan then raised her eyes in the sound and saw Mei Shier standing alone at the end of the corridor not far away with her umbrella.

"Mr. Mei." Feng Yan stood up and bowed slightly to Mei Shier not far away, "I have disappeared for a few days."

Mei Shier looked at Feng Yan in front of her and always felt that she seemed particularly lively and fresh today, as if she was soaked in some kind of glowing joy. Even the eyes that looked at her at this moment were a little more smiling than she seemed a few days ago.

Mei Shier's eyes fell.

It seems that it always meets Feng Yan when it rains.

"How could you be here alone?"

Feng Yan and Mei Shier asked at the same time, and then laughed at the same time.

"I'm lost." Mei Shier approached and replied, "I originally told Uncle Feng that I had been walking around the garden, but as I walked, I walked back."

Feng Yan smiled, and she stood under the corner of the pavilion and looked at the rain in front of her. "The road here on Xiyuan is quite complicated. I missed a few times when I moved here."

Mei Shier stopped beside Feng Yan.

"Young Master is waiting for someone again?"

"Yeah." Feng Yan looked at Mei Shier's hand holding an umbrella and smiled, "Mr. Mei probably didn't bring Mom Tang today."

"Yes, not today."

"Did Mr. Mei throw away the last time, and then?" Feng Yan asked softly.

Mei Shier was stunned, as if surprised why Feng Yan asked this.

"I just heard yesterday that Mr. Mei doesn't like other people touching your things. If you touch them, you will throw them away." Feng Yan smiled, "Then I should pay you another Mom."

"...Okay." Mei Shier also looked at the rain curtain in front of him and laughed in a low voice, "Anyway, I don't think there are too many mothers."

"Can I take the liberty to ask the reason?" Feng Yan said softly.

Mei Shier withdrew her gaze and looked at Feng Yan, "Young Master wants to ask me, why don't you like someone else touching my things?"

"Um."

Mei Shier smiled, "Because... I'm particularly sensitive to the traces left by others."

"Traces?" Feng Yan was surprised for a moment, "Even if it's just a touch like a book-turning book, can Mr. Mei feel the traces?"

"Yes." Mei Shier replied softly, "Everything in the world will leave their marks--it may be a talent or a curse."

"The gloves you wear are...."
Chapter completed!