So, he had to admit his mistake obediently, looking upright like a man, obediently like a child in front of Feichen, "Well, brother, the scenery of Qingcheng is much more beautiful than that of Beijing, the green bricks and green tiles, the small road, Sure enough, it is a water town, and there are beautiful landscape paintings everywhere."
"Brother, I finally understand why you don't want a good title, but you want to come here alone in a place that I thought was a remote place."
Hearing this, Fei Chen faintly took a sip of tea, raised his eyes and glanced at him, "You know, I don't care about those things outside of the body."
"Yes, yes, the third brother is elegant and indifferent to fame and fortune," he nodded repeatedly, "even the mother said, you really don't look like our royal child."
"Ah… "
Feichen shook his head, and the tea entered his throat, his thoughts drifting far away.
Fei Mo said that if there is a beautiful landscape painting in Qingcheng, if she stands in it, it must be a peerless beauty, unparalleled in the world.
Fei Mozheng started talking, and when he raised his head, he saw that the third brother had looked into the void for some time and smiled elegantly with his lips curled.
This frightened him. Since childhood, he has never seen how the third brother laughed. It will always be that tepid, unsalty and undiminished expression, neither too close nor inadvertently preventing others from approaching.
He glared at those pairs that were extremely similar to Fei Mo, but his eyes were indifferent, a pupil with a lot of thoughts hidden, and he raised his hand and swayed in front of Feichen's eyes, "Three brothers, third brother?"
"Ok?"
He bowed his head again and sipped the tea, his eyes sideways, his eyes seemed to be looking at him, and he seemed to look through him to the farther void.
Fei Mo was discouraged, "Brother, what did you just want to write? Didn't even hear me."
"I'm not interested in these things, you tell me these things, I can't give you any unique insights."
"I know, seeing the third brother, I can't help but want to say a few more words," Fei Mo sometimes thinks, if the third brother is not what he is now, but like the brothers in the palace who fight for rights to the death and the life. Will they be so close and get all their trust.
Afterwards, he laughed and shook his head, there are so many ifs in this world.
The pale and slender fingers gently pinched the cup and shook it slightly, watching the water waves flowing in the cup, and the roots of the tea leaves standing up, gently undulating in the ripples.
His words are still so few.
Fei Mo has long been used to it. Seeing Feichen sitting with him for a while, the spirit between his eyebrows is still very good, and his eyes are shining, "Three brothers, they all say Qingcheng is suitable for raising people. After Qingcheng, the spirit looks much better."
Feichen nodded slightly, "Really good."
He lingered on a sick bed all the year round in Beijing, and even was so weak that he had to rely on a wheelchair for transportation. He moved to Qingcheng and met Su Kui on the first day. At that time, it was his worst time.
I never thought that since I came to Qingcheng, I breathed the unique moist breath of Qingcheng every day, and it seemed that even the painful lungs in the past were also nourished a lot.
At least, never got sick again.
Only occasionally inadvertently catches a cold, but also a few patches of medicine, can quickly recover.
The wheelchair was naturally taken up by him, and he never used it again.
Every time I thought about it, I would shout, "I knew that, we should come to Qingcheng sooner, and we don't have to let the master suffer the many sins!"