The fragrance of bamboo adds color, and the purple bamboo provides a backdrop.

The gurgling stream flows through the purple bamboo forest like a clear jade belt. Any purple bamboo in the forest is thirty meters high.

But these thirty-meter-tall purple bamboo poles are very thin.

However, the thin bamboo poles not only do not get shaken by the wind, but instead act like a comb, combing the wind into soft threads.

Let the wind blow through the bamboo forest and ripple the vibrant stream.

Occasionally, the sound of phoenixes could be heard from deep in the bamboo forest. The sonorous sound of the phoenixes accompanied by the sound of scattered bamboo leaves had a bit of the elegance of stringed instruments "high in the clouds".

The early spring in the Huiyao Federation came a little late this year, but even if spring is slow to arrive, the fragrance of bamboo and the cry of phoenixes accompanied by the clouds in the sky slowly turn into poems.

A story that is warmer than the spring breeze.

In addition to purple bamboo and golden bamboo, there are hundreds of other species of bamboo planted in the purple bamboo forest.

Some of these hundreds of species of bamboo bear bamboo fruits, which bend the bamboo stems and fall to the ground.

Occasionally, a few of them fell into the stream, splashing water, and scaring a few purple-gold carp in the stream to jump high out of the water.

After the big purple-gold carp eats the bamboo fruits, its tail will stir the stream water, and a scoop of clear water will be thrown into the bamboo forest as if repaying the bamboo forest for its gift.

There is no sign of withering vegetation in the purple bamboo forest all year round. Deep in the forest, there is a pavilion built with purple bamboo.

There were several graceful white cranes flying in the pavilion.

The white crane flapped its wings, creating a breeze that blew away the incense burning in the two huge copper furnaces in front of the pavilion.

Occasionally, a few wisps were blown into the pavilion.

At this time, a man and a woman were sitting on the couch in the pavilion. The man used a bamboo comb to gently comb the woman's waist-length, ink-like hair.

Although the man looked no more than thirty years old, his hair had turned gray.

Just like an old man who is about to die.

The woman touched the thin mirror in front of her with her hand, looking at the man's gray hair. Although she deliberately showed a happy smile on her face, she could no longer hold back her tears which rolled down her eyes.

As soon as the woman started crying, the warm smile she had been forcing herself to maintain could no longer be maintained.

The man who was quietly combing the woman's hair saw her crying. His hand holding the bamboo comb paused slightly, but he did not stop the movement.

The man's face was still as calm as usual, but when he saw the woman crying, he couldn't bear it, so he stretched out a pair of very handsome hands to gently wipe away the woman's tears.

Women are made of water, and the woman's rolling tears wet this beautiful hand.

After wiping the woman's cheek with his handsome hands, his tears wet his fingertips again and dripped onto the couch embroidered with bamboo shadows.

The man said softly.

"Xiangxiang, don't cry. I'm fine."

"I plan to leave all the matters in Zizhulin to Chen'er. After we welcome our old friends, we will go and take a good look at Huiyao's beautiful mountains and rivers."

Looking at the woman in front of him, the man's eyes were clear, and there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

Fortunately, in this life, I met someone and spent a moment with him.

Why does true love have to last forever? Feeling the warmth of the tears on his fingertips, Zhu Jun sighed three times.

He sighed that he was not talented enough and knowledgeable enough. Even though he was a five-star creator, he still couldn't cure the bad luck of his beloved.

Second, he sighed that he was not brave enough before. At the moment when he was hugging Wang Fuxiang, Zhu Jun did not regret that Wang Fuxiang had caused him to suffer misfortune. But he regretted that he did not wade into the water earlier to ask Wang Fuxiang's name.

The third sigh Zhu Jun made was not about himself, but about why Wang Fuxiang's life was so cloudy? Zhu Jun's three sighs were like three questions, but these three questions were destined to be unanswerable.

Wang Fuxiang turned her head and looked closely into Zhu Jun's eyes.

Tears dripped down on Zhujun's clothes.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jun gently took off the ring on his finger and then put it on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger.

But Wang Fuxiang is a woman after all, and her fingers are too thin.

The ring looked loose on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger and would fall off if she shook her hand.

Zhu Jun grinned awkwardly, then solemnly put the ring engraved with bamboo patterns on Wang Fuxiang's thumb.

"Xiangxiang, this ring contains all my wealth. Now I give it to you. Do you think I will regret it?"

Hearing this, more tears welled up in Wang Fuxiang's eyes, like a little girl who had been wronged. The more the adults coaxed her, the more tears she shed.

Wang Fuxiang reached out her hand and gently stroked Zhu Jun's cheek, then hooked a strand of Zhu Jun's gray hair with her fingers.

Looking at this strand of gray hair, Wang Fuxiang felt that she had to speak out what was in her heart at this time.

"Fu Wenzhu, I promised to be with you, but I have a request."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jun looked into Wang Fuxiang's eyes quietly for a long time without saying anything. Then he gently touched Wang Fuxiang's cheek with his hand and let Wang Fuxiang's face rest on his chest.

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"I can't imagine a future without you, so don't make me think about it."

"If you really have to choose, I hope you can walk on with the ring you left for me during the endless years when you can't tell when you'll return."

As Zhu Jun was speaking, the gurgling stream outside the pavilion was like light, as if illuminating all the flashy past in an instant.

The light and shadow of the stream shone into the pavilion through the smoke rising from the copper stove, and were reflected on Wang Fuxiang and Zhu Jun.

Leaving behind this moment of dependence.

When Wang Fuxiang heard Zhu Jun's words, her throat choked and she couldn't say anything.

Only the tears flashing in her eyes treasured the solemn promise of the man beside her.

A man gives you his wealth and is willing to give his life for you, but for his own reasons this man chooses to face death.

Although she was touched, Wang Fuxiang understood that if only one person could survive, then Zhu Jun's survival would be the best choice for Huiyao.

It is also the best choice for yourself.

Wang Fuxiang murmured softly.

"Fu Wenzhu, don't forget me in this life."

Wang Fuxiang's murmur was very soft, and it was suppressed between her lips and teeth, so Zhu Jun could not hear it clearly.

At this moment, a few sudden cicada chirps echoed in the quiet purple bamboo garden.

It seemed as if Zhu Jun had expected this, but he did not intend to pay any attention to the sudden cicada chirping.

He continued to slide the bamboo comb in his hand to gently comb the hair of the person in front of him.

Xia Chen had been waiting at the entrance of Zizhu Courtyard early in the morning. When he heard the cicadas chirping, Xia Chen spoke softly.

"We respectfully welcome Master Chanming to Zizhu Garden. My master is ill, so I have to let this younger generation meet him on my behalf."

"If I have failed to take good care of you, I hope Master Chanming will forgive me."

Xia Chen said this, but he had no intention of leading the cicadas into the Purple Bamboo Garden.

As Zhu Jun's eldest disciple, Xia Chen has been helping Zhu Jun manage Zizhu Garden for nearly ten years.

As the steward of Zizhu Garden, he naturally guessed the purpose of the cicada's chirping.

First update.

(End of this chapter)