The summer just passed and the autumn wind was not rising. The trees in the suburbs were yellow and red, blending with the nearby water and the mountains in the distance. In the sky, clouds were like freshly bounced wool, floating slowly and leisurely, as if slowing down the flow of time.

Cuiyu and a few female companions returned from the mountain to admire the chrysanthemums. Several people were walking in a maple forest with laughter. The crisp laughter penetrated the layers of maple leaves and drifted to the darkness without sunshine in the forest.

"Sister Yan'er, the young master Zhang I met just now seemed to have fallen in love with you. He got lost on his way to chat with you. You have walked dozens of steps. I see he is still standing there staring at you." Cuiyu covered his mouth with a folding fan, pretending that he had nothing to do with him, and said the words hidden in his heart for a long time lightly.

Yan'er was stunned at first, then suddenly turned red. She raised her hand and twisted Cuiyu's arm, "Did you see him staring at me? I didn't see that you are quite concerned about that young master Zhang? To be honest, did you feel moved by the heart and can't even pull it out? Otherwise, I will tell your mother about this and ask her to find a matchmaker to match you two for you? Maybe a good marriage will be achieved." Yan'er was sharp-tongued, and she would naturally not let it go easily when she got a good opportunity. After a gentle and clever words, Cuiyu said blushing and could not refute a word. When the other sisters saw that they were talking to each other, they all surrounded her. Some people pulled Cuiyu's arm, some shook her shoulders, and they joked and made fun of her, and they didn't leave her.

"What's wrong? I guessed it right?" Yan'er saw Cuiyu's little face flushed, and immediately understood her thoughts, so she snatched the fan that covered her face and said softly, "Good sister, you are not a child anymore, and you are at the age of talking about marriage. If you really have a heart for that young man, it's better to tell us that sisters can help you. Marriage, if you don't catch it when you come, you may miss it. At that time, you will be crying."

Seeing that someone was telling her mind, Cuiyu was both annoyed and shocked. She stomped her feet hard, not even a fan, and covered her face and ran forward. No matter how Ren Yan'er and others called her behind her, they didn't stop, and there was no sign of people in a short while.

"You, it's enough to see something hidden in your heart. You have to put it on the surface, let's say it out loud, you might have made a perfect match, but now you can't even mention it." The older Junsheng blamed Yan'er.

"I...Isn't this for her good? Look, just now in the mountains, she was restless after seeing that Young Master Zhang. She didn't even appreciate the flowers. She looked for him everywhere in the crowd. After hesitating for so long, he finally spoke out through me. I wanted to test her, but... she was scared away by me." Yan'er shrugged helplessly.

"Cuiyu is young and has a pure temperament. When she is moved for the first time, she will naturally have deep roots of love. She hides her little thoughts as a treasure and doesn't want to say it to anyone. I advise you not to mention this matter in front of her in the future. Otherwise, I will not help you if she blames you in the future." Jun Sheng said angrily.

"Good sister, I understand," Yan'er twisted Junsheng's arm like a spoiled person, "Please ask me to ask Miss Cuiyu for a love affair, and I will say that I will never joke with her again."

Junsheng gently pointed Yan'er's forehead, and the few people hugged each other and laughed again. Then he stepped onto the path in the forest again and walked towards the direction of the sunset falling.

Until she couldn't hear the jokes behind her, Cuiyu slowed down, pinched a flower with her left hand, broke a branch with her right hand, and walked forward in her hand, swung it and walked towards her. Her mind was filled with Mr. Zhang's tall figure and a low voice. He said, "Miss, which of these two mountain roads is closer?"

He asked clearly Yan'er, but his heart was hung high, hanging in the air, swaying, and never calmed down again since then.

Cui Yu's face crawled red, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously made a smile, "I don't know if that young master Zhang noticed me," she looked down at her thin, undeveloped body, and sighed deeply, "I certainly won't. Yan'er and the others are dressed in a romantic and pretty manner. His eyes are straightened. How could he notice me, a little girl who has not yet grown up?"

"But, it's not clear," her eyes lit up, and her eyebrows became curved. This is the case with the girl Huaichun. Her mood often changes rapidly, and the clouds and sunnyness are uncertain. No one can see clearly or understand. "He may not dare to say hello to me, so he deliberately asked Yan'er for directions? Well, it must be so. He clearly glanced at me. Although it was just a glance, it was all-encompassing and wider than the world."

Thinking of this, Cuiyu's heart seemed to be opened suddenly, and she was about to spread her wings and flew straight into the sky. She threw down the shattered buds in her hand, and walked forward with her head held high. But just after taking two steps, she stopped, her mouth slightly opened, and looked around.

Where is this? Why isn't it the road I usually go home? Also, when did the forest around me become so dense that even the sunlight penetrated in drop by drop, not bright at all.

Cuiyu sighed. It seemed that because she was just full of thought, she unknowingly deviated from the path back to the city and turned into the forest. She was not in a hurry and had lost her way since she was a child. She just needed to find the clear direction of the sun and then walk in the right direction, and she could definitely go out.

Cuiyu made a pergola with her hands and put it on her forehead. She squinted her eyes and looked up. The sun was here, so the right side was the south. That's right, as long as she kept walking south, you would definitely be able to return to the trail.

After finding the direction, Cuiyu hummed a small song without realizing it. She used the branches to suck the weeds in front, and walked forward step by step as if she was clearing the way for herself.

"Hehe, the girl's voice...is very beautiful, more wonderful than the singing of the oriole on the tree."

A sound came from the forest in front of me. The sound was thin and sharp, and it was difficult for men and women to distinguish. It was like sharp claws, which made people feel painful and itchy in their hearts. It was very uncomfortable.

Cuiyu stopped and looked forward with his eyes narrowed. A person faintly appeared in the gap in the forest. The man was not tall, only half a head taller than her. He was wearing a cloth dress, with a squinted melon-skinned hat on his head, and half-slanted to look in her direction.
Chapter completed!