Qing Luan wanted to withdraw his hand, but when he couldn't resist his pleading, he touched him again, but when he touched his lower body lightly, he already felt the hardness and heat, and he let out a low roar like a beast. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He pressed hard against her and kissed her, and she stood in the water, her legs a little limp and unable to stand, and unconsciously reached out and grabbed a small flower by the spring.

Qi Yu quickly helped her steady, and Qing Xuan let go of the little flower that had been scratched a little crookedly.

It was a small grass with five small purple buds in a row, a special purple flower, which Qinglu had never seen before.

The silvery white moonlight and the small purple flowers on the edge of the geothermal springs make for a beautiful picture.

"Do you like it?" asked Helan Qiyou.

"Well, don't you think it's beautiful?" "Many of the most beautiful things in the world are created by nature. It's a pity that I can't keep it. ”

Hearing her say this, Qi Yu stepped forward and reached out to pluck the flowers.

"Don't pick it! This is its most beautiful moment. She grabbed his arm and tried to stop him.

He paused, paused, and then uprooted the flowers again.

"Because this is its most beautiful moment, it is only to be picked! The most beautiful moment is fleeting, even if you leave it, you will let it wither. Then I might as well give it to you the most beautiful. You can try to take it back and plant it, maybe you can produce more beautiful flowers, maybe you can pick the petals to make dried flowers, and you can definitely find other uses anyway. ”

Qing Xuan turned her head to look at her, originally a little annoyed, but after hearing his explanation, she looked at him with eyes that she had never used before.

She never thought he would think like that. Although it is said that if you love flowers, you should protect the flowers and hold the umbrella, rather than folding the flowers, but his theory is not without deep meaning.

"Some people say that people who love flowers should protect flowers instead of folding flowers, and those who can hold an umbrella in the rain are considered love. ”

Helan Qiyou carefully handed her a complete purple flower, his eyes full of confidence, and he had no doubts about his choice. "When I first saw you on the road, I liked you. It's okay for you to say I'm selfish and don't know how to love, but I can't help but take you away. ”

He's saying that this kind of love is also a kind of love, isn't it?

In the next few days, Qinglin accompanied Helan Qiyou to inspect the salt-making workshop and various workshops during the day, visit the market and plan the new port.

Later, when the weather became colder and colder, Helan Qiyou reduced the number of people who let her go out, and she stayed at home and began to embroider incense sachets for Helan Qiyou.

The sachet was embroidered with a hot spring in the silver moonlight, and next to it was the small purple flower he had picked for her. She kept some of the purple flowers and tried to plant them, and the petals were made into dried flowers and placed in the sachet.

The sachet has common memories between them, and the finished product is considered satisfactory, but she has never taken it out, and she doesn't know when she should send it.

She likes to live with him in a small town in Shanghai, and the two live like an ordinary couple, sometimes she thinks it's better not to go back, but she knows that Xiao Chi can't be trapped in the dragon after all, just waiting for him to say when he will go back.

Helan Qiyou seemed to know her thoughts, and she didn't go back, and several letters from home came urging her to go back, and I don't know how he replied.

One day he said he wanted to take her out to sea on a boat, so she went out with a sachet to find an opportunity to give it to him. They came to the center of the sea, and he took her to stand in the bow of the boat and watch.