Si Yiyan drove the car to Lishan Manor. The last time, Si Yiyan's assistant Gu Yuehan brought her here, but she didn't have a proper tour that time. Instead, she was taken directly to the square where the helicopter was parked.
The manor covers a large area, with blue-grey brick walls and irregular cuts, showing a sense of simplicity and heaviness that has gone through vicissitudes of life.
The layout of the house has an antique charm. The coffee table, tea sets, Go, calligraphy and paintings, and antiques are properly arranged, which shows the owner's knowledge and taste.
The courtyard adopts the European courtyard style. A fine cobblestone path extends in all directions and surrounds the entire courtyard. Green grass emerges between the cracks in the cobblestones, giving the path a more winding and secluded feeling!
"Be careful where you step. The cobblestone path may not be easy to walk on." Si Yiyan half-supported her and walked on the fine cobblestone path. Surprisingly, the cobblestone path was very smooth. Even in her high heels, she didn't feel her feet were slippery.
"The decoration here is so beautiful, and it seems to be quite old." Wen Xinya did not act pretentiously. She half leaned on Si Yiyan, transferring most of his body weight to her. The two of them looked like they were leaning against each other, which made her feel a sense of peace in this world, that the years were peaceful and good, and that she had lived up to her youth.
"This manor is twenty-one years old. Most of the design and decoration here were done by my mother herself. My mother lived here when she was pregnant, and was not taken back to Italy by my father until I was born." Si Yiyan's tone was slightly sad.
Wen Xinya didn't know whether she should comfort him or not, so she just squeezed his hand gently.
Si Yiyan looked down at her and smiled, then took her around a corner.
After turning a corner, there is another scene. The small lake made of bluestone flashes with clear green in the sun. Next to it is a stone mountain. A curtain of water flows from top to bottom into the lake, creating endless ripples on the calm lake surface.
Si Yiyan pointed forward and said, "The grape rack over there was built by my father himself, and the grapes underneath were planted by my mother herself. My father said that when the grapes grow up and provide shade, our family will sit under the grape rack, eat grapes and drink afternoon tea, and enjoy the quiet years without being disturbed by worldly affairs."
Wen Xinya looked over subconsciously. The grape branches were climbing along the trellis and spreading out, covering the entire trellis. The yellowish grape leaves cast a green shade. Under the shade were two exquisite kneeling chairs and a lacquered wooden table. "Only when the present life is stable and the years are peaceful can we live up to our youth. This is what women want in their lives. Your father not only loves your mother, but also understands her."
Si Yiyan looked down at her, his eyes as clear as glass, revealing all his emotions in front of her without any concealment: "Wen Xinya, I will definitely do what my father didn't do."
He didn't manage to grow old with his mother, but he will definitely do it.
Wen Xinya looked up at him, his eyes were as clear as glass, hers were as beautiful as roses, his clear eyes reflected her beauty and grace like a blossoming rose, penetrating her soul and seeing clearly her burning and beautiful nature.
"I planted that cluster of roses myself, not long after I met you." Si Yiyan smiled softly and looked at a cluster of roses planted in the corner next to him.
"Very beautiful!" Wen Xinya said pertinently. It was already October, and there were still some withered flowers on the branches that were about to fade away, but there was a kind of decadent and ruined beauty.
Si Yiyan's smile was tinged with a hint of tenderness as he kissed her temples with a lingering touch: "The roses are so beautiful, with branches and leaves entwined, isn't it lingering? Grapes bear fruit, roses bloom, flowers and fruits, relying on each other, is the ultimate in life."
"I didn't expect that under Mr. Si Jiu's elegant, aloof, cold and indifferent temperament, there is a charm comparable to that of the famous scholars of the Wei and Jin Dynasties." Wen Xinya couldn't help laughing out loud. Such ordinary words contained so much lingering sadness and gorgeousness.
She was wrong. Zhong Rufeng was at most a gentleman with a fine figure, while Si Yiyan was a man who was truly a romantic person to the core.
He has the profound mind, insight, appreciation and deep affection of a famous scholar. He can be unrestrained in his words and free in his emotions. He can be wild, uninhibited and handsome. He can talk about the mysteries of the world and wander leisurely in the woods. He can write with a brush and indulge in writing.
Deep in his bones, he has a true and pure nature that is rare in this world!
Si Yiyan's eyes sparkled: "Grow up quickly, so that I can truly enjoy the ultimate in life."
"In that era, being romantic was a compliment, but now it is a derogatory term. You are not ashamed of it, but proud of it. You even take it as a boast." Wen Xinya looked at him. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her breath was slightly moist and hot, her eyes were rippling, and her expression was slightly charming. It was obvious that he was already aroused. She had never known that Si Yiyan's aroused look could be so stunning. Her heartbeat suddenly quickened and her breathing became a little difficult.
Si Yiyan's fingers gently stroked her blushing face. He seemed to be arguing confidently, but in fact he was extremely shy: "To the girl you like, being romantic in love and coquettish in character is a good story in the world. There are many stories about Zhang Chang in the Han Dynasty that are still passed down to this day."
"Zhang Chang was not included in the list of ministers because he was obsessed with romantic affairs. He was criticized by the world and disliked by the emperor at that time." Wen Xinya felt her cheeks burning like fire. She felt as if his fingers were filled with electricity, caressing her face, and a numbing electric current flowed through her whole body.
She secretly groaned in her heart. Although she was only fifteen years old, she had a twenty-five-year-old soul in her body. That soul knew a lot about matters between men and women. Being teased by him at this moment, her mind was full of beautiful thoughts, and the protagonist was actually Si Yiyan.
"Power and wealth, how can they compare to the tenderness of bundling hair, the affection of drawing eyebrows, the blush of applying makeup, and the joy of being obsessed with bed!" Si Yiyan's eyes immediately became like a spark that could set the prairie on fire. With every word he uttered, his eyes became hotter. His slender jade-like fingers with distinct knuckles, as he spoke, threaded through her hair, flowed between her eyebrows, and finally lingered on her lips.
Wen Xinya could no longer hold back the passion and desire in her heart. She slapped his hand away and stared at him: "Every romantic person actually has a filthy heart!"
But he was calling him vulgar in a roundabout way. Si Yiyan couldn't help but laugh calmly: "No, every man has a vulgar heart. This is human nature. It depends on who you are with. Confucius said that food and sex are human nature! He also had an affair with Nan Zi."
Wen Xinya couldn't help but look at him with contempt: "You are obscene, and you want to drag all the men in the world to be buried with you. Not only are you obscene, you are also very dark and shameless."
Wen Xinya couldn't remember which book she had read that said: When a woman loves a man, she will be stingy to the point of being fussy; when a man loves a woman, he will be childish to the point of being ridiculous. Women usually behave in a way that is appropriate in life, while men usually do not hide their desire for you, yet are full of restraint.