Half an hour later, on the edge of the mountains, forests and streams of Yuehu Villa, Peng Chen conjured his blindfold.
Everything was in his expectation, and soon, there were repeated low voices of surprise in the forest.
Taxuexunmei is an elegant thing, Qianmai has often been arty. In the three years of studying in Hangzhou, she not only regarded the Netherlands as a friend, but also forged an indissoluble bond with Mei. Seeking plums in Xixi, exploring plums in Lingfeng, enjoying plums on lonely mountains, chain link flowers in fine brushwork, colored ink dots on petals, although I dare not pretend to be half an expert in plum appreciation and painting, but I am definitely able to frighten and frighten outsiders. of.
However, she did not dare to ask for extravagance, one day she would personally own two wild plum trees with lush branches.
"Really? Is this our own plum tree?" Until this moment, standing under the plum tree and looking up at the tree's numerous buds, Latent Wheat is still a little unbelievable.
Peng Chen smiled but didn't answer, raised his hand and squeezed her excited cheek, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"Uh, it hurts."
"That means you are not dreaming now."
A faint kiss fell on Latent Wheat's forehead which was blown cold by the wind, and she felt a faint warmth and touch on a winter day when the snow was flying.
"Peng Chen..." She whispered his name softly, and stopped talking. Suddenly felt that in front of the feelings she was fortunate enough to have, any sweet words seemed very barren and empty. So he stopped talking, opened his arms, and gave him a big warm bear hug.
It's not that he doesn't know, he's doing everything possible to please her; it's not that he doesn't know that his sickly and sluggish look is very annoying. But there was no way, her body was dizzy and uncooperative. Obviously he was not sick, but he felt his bones clamoring for soreness. My heart also seemed to be burning with a fire, inexplicably irritable to make people want to destroy.
The poem says: "How can I meet you in my most beautiful moment". But sadly, Peng Chen almost witnessed all her embarrassment and embarrassment with his own eyes. I remembered that he did not say a word last night to clean up the vomiting liquid and filth for her, and took the trouble to wash her toes with soap over and over again, and then he still did not complain about insomnia and irritability. She wandered around the room most of the night, the corners of Qian Mai's eyes were cold, and tears flowed down involuntarily and with hindsight.
If they were really poor and humble couples, she might still have some peace of mind. But as the Peng Jia Shaodong, who has always been pampered, there is really no need for Peng Chen to do this for her. To be able to accompany him quietly in such a day of fear and anxiety, Qianmai really doesn't know if this is her luck or his misfortune.
"What's the matter?" Peng Chen asked in a low voice, realizing that there was something wrong with her.
"Nothing." Qian Wheat buried his head in his neck, quietly wiped away his tears, avoiding his stressful sight.
Peng Chen's mind turned so fast that she roughly guessed that she was beginning to be melancholy again. Feeling pity on her head with a woolen cap, and mischievously grabbing the drooping hair balls on her temples to tickle her, pretending to be ambiguous and joking: "Student Qianmai, where do you look at your eyes? It's not about walking in the snow. Looking for the plum? How did you find it in my arms? I knew your original intention was this way, so I just lay naked on the bed and let you find it..."
Peng Chen didn't cover her mouth, causing Qianmai's ears to explode quickly, and the gratitude she had just surged instantly dissipated like snow. I was caught off guard, before he finished boasting, the corner of her lips bit her.
"Ah..." Peng Chen was in pain, looking at her accusingly with tears. He really hurts. Just a few words of ridicule, there are no outsiders here, is it necessary to make such a ruthless mouth. If the strength is soft and just right, under the plum tree with colorful falling snow, how fascinating this time will be.
Hidden Wheat was completely insensitive to the multiple messages released in his eyes, and squeezed his cheeks intensified, and pulled a grinning arc, saying: "No way, no way, people are more beautiful than plum blossoms. I can't help but bite. Take a bite."
Peng Chen dizzy: "Is this to praise me for being handsome?"
Qian Mai kept silent, glanced at him faintly, and left under the umbrella. Looking up at the plum, he breathed the moist air filled with a light resin fragrance in the mountains. Inadvertently, there are glittering snowflakes falling on the face, as comfortable and cool as rouge. Suddenly, she smiled sweetly like honey: "Haha, it's a little bit, let you keep your mouth open, let you be all right. It's really a day of no anger, you just treat me as HELLO KITTY."
Peng Chen stood quietly not far away, staring deeply at her hard-won clear smile through the big camera.
At this time, the plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River have not fully bloomed, only a few branches have quietly bloomed. But it doesn't matter, the hidden wheat is easy to come by, and it is able to entertain and have fun. Look at its budding and shy buds, its plain petals covering its scent, its darkly fragrant floating flowers, its thin and sparse branches, and its pure and ethereal elegance in the snow. It must be said that this wild plum is more interesting than the garden plum, almost no need for pen and ink, and that otherworldly charm has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
I was fascinated by the sight, the plum tree above my head shook slightly, and rain and dew on the branches fell down. Hit on the face, refreshing. Occasionally, a small raindrop slipped into the collar playfully. It was icy swish, slippery, and it was magically refreshing.
Feeling wet in the plum blossom rain, Qian Mai turned his head in surprise and looked back. "The perpetrator" Peng Chen was holding the camera and pressing the shutter at her frantically: "Comfortable? This is the real'meiyu'."
Qian Mai smiled softly, walked over, and softly hooked his arm to act coquettishly. Then, caught off guard, he jumped up and tugged Meizhi on the top of his head heavily.
In an instant, the entire plum tree shook violently, and countless snowflakes, rain and dew, and ice ball crackled and fell, making Peng Chen's face wet. And the culprit had already performed a great shift to the point where he covered his lips and snickered: "Hehe, blessed and shared."
Peng Chen was a little bit dumbfounded, but he was also delighted at her naughty jump at this moment, gently brushed off the drops of water on her face, and asked, "Do you like it?"
Latent wheat nodded like pounding garlic.
"In the future, some plum trees will be transplanted here. By then, the shadows will be slanted, the fragrance will float, and the original scenery of the surrounding mountains and forests will be lined up. It should be very beautiful. When the funds for the second phase are in place, I will build in the open space next to it. A coffee shop."
"A great idea." Qian Mai Mai gladly congratulated him, but he had no worries. The location is remote and close to the top of the mountain. How to attract customers will be a big problem.
Regarding her worries, Peng Chen calmly said: "Then it will be done for you alone. On days when the plum blossoms are in full bloom, you can sit in the cafe near the window and admire the plum. If you have leisure, write and draw. Not bad."
Qianmai smiled gently, this kind of poetry has more luxury than reality, and it is better to live a dry addiction. Peng Chen saw that she made it clear that she didn't believe it, and didn't waste her tongue to explain. Instead, she hugged her to face the southeast, pointed to the mountain valley not far away and asked, "Did you see that small lake?"
Qianmai looked down in the direction he pointed and nodded again. The lake surrounded by trees is indeed very small. More precisely, it is just a pool of clear water in a mountain valley.
Peng Chen said: "When the weather gets warmer after the new year, I will invite someone to teach us to grow lotus. If you are tired from work, come and play with the lotus every day, from the sprouts breaking the water and the small lotus tips to the lotus leaf fields and lotus leaves. Reflecting the sun, and then to the lotus planting seeds and the residual lotus to listen to the rain, I look forward to... You can draw the most natural and ecologically beautiful lotus in the world with your own hands."
Peng Chen's warm and moist breath lingered in his ears, and every word he said permeated the heart of Qian Mai. It turned out that he was not writing a blank check, and now he has gradually fulfilled his promise.
"I want to build a house with white walls and black tiles, facing Huayang Mountain and Moon Lake, with vegetables and fruits on the south side, and flowers and trees on the east side..."
"When I was young, I had a lot of things to do on my shoulders, and I had to work hard outside. But when you were tired, I could take the time to accompany you back for vacation. Until one day we are old, I will accompany you back to Nanye, Pick the chrysanthemum under the eastern fence...
Those past murmurs were in my ears, and at a certain moment, there seemed to be bright things in the eyes of Latent Wheat, but soon, it disappeared.
"How do you know that I love painting lotus most?"
"My source of information is through multiple channels." Peng Chen was mysterious and smiled. Asked: "Do you like it? Except that the area of the lake is a bit smaller, it's not worse than the West Lake, right?" She said, before she took over, she said to herself and judged: "No, the water in West Lake is too turbid, or we are ourselves The small lake is good. I’ve seen it several times. The water is very clear, and I can count the number of pebbles and plants on the bottom of the lake."
Listening to his endless chatter, Qian Mai suffocated, and finally knew why he had to insist on calling "water pool" a "small lake". It turned out to be self-imposed to compete with West Lake.
However, whether it is a water pool or a small lake, this is what she dreams of.
Once upon a time, she was very envious of Monet, who had money and time, could have a quiet water lily in the paradise. In the years when I was rushing to study, every time I lingered on the lotus at sunset, this thought became clearer and stronger. It's just that, let alone a lake on Nanjiang's own mountain, it doesn't even have a half-square pond. Therefore, she can only retreat and buy a large porcelain jar to plant a few lotus trees on the balcony as a thought, which is better than nothing.
But I didn't expect that one day, I could get here with Peng Chen without any effort.
This calm and introverted person has never spoken about the oath of the mountain alliance, but he always uses his own way to carefully plan and silently care to meet her preferences and needs. How can she tell her not to be touched
"Peng Chen, you are really kind to me."
"No, it's so easy to be satisfied? I still have a lot of babies that I haven't shown." Peng Chen sighed smugly, with a child-like appeal in his eyes, and made it clear that she was silently encouraging her: Come and ask me, Come ask me.
Qian Mai was stunned, and lived up to his expectations, and she asked kindly: "What other baby do you have?"
"Then I went to the sea." As soon as Peng Chen took the conversation, he seemed to be a landlord. He took her finger to point inside and outside the villa, and counted the treasures: "Look, in the southeast, we have plum trees and some The small lake, there are pine trees over there, and the maple trees a little further away, and there is a big bamboo forest on the back. When I was okay, I made a rough count of the number of trees in our house. How can we say that there are millions of trees? …"
"Very well, the'Three Friends of Suihan' have gathered together." Qian Mai concluded. It turns out that when he is free at work, he counts trees all over the mountains and plains. No wonder for a while, his trouser legs were always covered in mud.
"To the northwest, there are tens of thousands of precious Camellia oleifera, and there are also many unknown evergreen shrubs. The buildings on the halfway between the mountains are the thousand-year old road under development. The old road winds for several miles in the territory of Yuehu Villa. There are thousands of sights on the way, the rock walls and the forests complement each other, and there is a small waterfall a few steps past Jinchang Pavilion. Although there is no majestic momentum of'flying down three thousand feet', it is also unique in flying beads and splashing jade..."
"Is there really a small waterfall? Then there must be deep pools of water below." Peng Chen's vivid description of adding fuel and vinegar finally made Latent Wheat eager to try: "Let’s turn around and bring some springs home, okay? I don’t want to. After drinking tap water, I always feel a strange smell."
"Isn't it just a little spring? What's the difficulty? You can have as much as you want."
She hadn't gotten in the particles all day, and she rarely took the initiative to drink the spring. Peng Chen promised herself, and she answered very generously and loudly: "Is there anything else you want? As long as you want, let's Yuehu Pick the wild flowers at the villa, pick the wild fruits, harvest the wild vegetables, and hunt the game. Haha, the premise is that you must hurry up and keep up with the game in the forest."
"Hehe, I didn't expect you to have so many babies. It seems that the pie is falling in the sky, and I accidentally accompanied a'landlord'." Qianmai was completely amused by his exaggerated words. Look at him now, who is chattering to show off his family's status as a landlord, there is no half of his calmness and elegance when he goes to work.
Finally succeeded in making Qian Mai Mai amused, but Peng Chen has also reached the point of being poor in words. Faced with her joking, she couldn't play anymore, "Haha" laughed and said, "Miss Qian, it's really an honor for me to be accompanied by you. Now, the'peasant woman' is there,' There is a mountain spring, and there is also a mountainous land. My future landlord life is so happy bird... "(To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, Support genuine reading!)