The first time I met Feng Yan was earlier than when I met you.

When she first appeared in front of me, I noticed her - there are many high-ranking families who come to Daizong Mountain to escape the summer heat every year. Those young ladies always travel in groups, rushing and rushing, and there are always a bunch of chattering maids and servants around them, looking very lively.

Only this girl always appears alone, and her elders even let her do this.

She always stayed alone on the steep cliff, not knowing what she was looking at. Whenever this time, I was frightened, afraid that she would slip down accidentally.

She came to Daizong Mountain to escape the heat year after year, and it was not until the summer of Tianfu that she had an extra friend.

I have seen that young man before. Like you, he is also working in Sitiantai.

Several mornings, I saw them carrying pianos on their backs, sitting in a small and medium-sized stone pavilion where no one was in the mountains. He seemed to be teaching Feng Yan to play the piano, and sometimes they sing together.

After that, Feng Yan rarely went to the cliff alone. Even if she went there, she would not climb up a dangerous place like a hanging rock.

When the boy didn't come to find her, she sat in the room to practice the piano, practicing day and night, and practicing day and night.

I felt strange at that time. If I always stayed in the house, what's the difference between being in Daizong Mountain or Chang'an?

She can only hurry up the mountain in summer every year. There are so many scenery among these more than a hundred miles of mountains, so why did she suddenly not like to go out?

I didn't understand at the time, but I thought it was good.

Because I pretended to be a new bud that drifted with the wind and took root in her yard - I hope to see you often, but I understand that the courtyard of Sitiantai is full of people. If I always follow you, one day I will be discovered by you or someone else.

So I floated into Feng Yan's yard because this little girl is not annoying, and I can see you often here.

But I didn't expect that the day after I drifted into her yard, she discovered it.

She pulled her father over to look at me and asked, "What kind of bud is this?"

Her father circled me several times, but never recognized me - this is normal, because I have been in the mountains for so long and have never seen a flower and plant similar to me.

No one knows what I am and where I come from, and even I don’t know.

I heard from the big banyan that grew up near me that the place where I originally grew up was a mountain road specially opened for the construction of the altar, so my seeds may be the mountain that I went up with the wood, and I might come from a very far place.

I thought at that time, when I walked out of Daizong Mountain and met my kind in somewhere in the world, maybe I would know the answer.

But I didn't expect that Mr. Feng would be so persistent about the question raised by his daughter.

He probably ran to read countless classics without sleep, copied me and asked someone to ask him to ask him everywhere, and finally gave the answer.

I am the Great Thorn Dragon Tongue, also known as the Bahuang Palace.

My hometown is far west, a place called Mona, which is farther away than the Western Regions and few people are involved.

This is the first time I have heard of my origin.

I like the name "Big Thorn" and the word "Big Thorn" doesn't sound as delicate as other flowers, and the agave is more powerful.

The father and daughter transplanted me to the center of the garden as if they had discovered a baby, and were looking forward to my blooming every day - but this might disappoint them.

Although I am a flower demon, I have never seen me bloom since I was born.

"How can you be a flower demon?" Darong had asked me this before, "You should be a tree demon, or a grass demon?"

I don't know how to answer.

Later one night, the young man from Sitiantai also came to Feng Yan's yard as a guest. Feng Yan took him to see me. When he heard the name "Big Thorn Dragon Tail", he was stunned and said that he had read me in a book before.

Feng Yan asked him, "When does the agod usually bloom?"

The boy shook his head, "The agod only blooms once in his life. After the flowers bloom, the mother plant will wither and leave new seeds. Because the place where it grows is very barren, and when it blooms, the flowers will exhaust all their nutrients."

Both young people were a little sad, but I felt happy instead.

It turns out that I am a flower that only blooms once in my life, and it will take up all my life's energy when blooming in one go, which is very suitable for me.

When I went down the mountain that year, Feng Yan did not leave me on Daizong Mountain, but directly moved me to her backyard.

I was a little nervous at first. I had never been to a place like Chang'an. There were too many people there. The air was dirty in places with a lot of people, and the water was not as good as in the mountains. I was worried that I wouldn't be used to living.

But I was worried too much. Feng Yan's yard was as pure as her backyard.

Although she has many brothers and sisters, no one will come to the yard except the child named Wulang.

She planted a lot of flowers and plants in the backyard.

Although Feng Yan doesn't like to meet people, she is very patient with flowers and plants - this is probably inherited from her father. Because there are usually flowers and plants in the yard that have pest diseases, and when Feng Yan can't solve it, she will go to Bo Feng to discuss the solution.

Uncle Feng is a good player in this regard. He has basically changed the garden layout in Feng's mansion.

All in all...I live well here.

Originally, when I was on the mountain, I thought I didn’t have to be too greedy. It would be enough to see you frequently in summer in the four seasons. But after I came to Feng Yan’s yard, I had more time to see you. You often came alone, wearing the official uniform of Sitiantai, sitting alone on the rattan rack in the yard and listening to Feng Yan playing the piano in the house.

At that time, I always thought about what you would think whenever you looked at Feng Yan's shadow cast on the window without saying a word?

She obviously doesn't recognize you, just as you don't recognize me either.

Whenever time is late spring, Feng Yan starts counting the days. During that time, she is full of energy and her steps are lighter than usual when she is taking care of the flowers and plants.

I know what she is looking forward to. For her, the mountains and flowing waters on Daizong Mountain may be no different from the rockery ponds in this small courtyard. They are just places for people to live in and grow flowers.

The real difference should be the boy from Sitiantai.

After going down the mountain, I haven't seen the boy look like a long time ago, but watching Feng Yan grow up day after day, watching her five years from twelve to seventeen seem to have changed, I think that boy probably is the same.
Chapter completed!