Chapter 2: The Mysterious Gift
As soon as she left the city gate, Yi Meng's eyes were blindfolded by her brother Nabu, she only knew that she was riding on horseback, and she didn't know where she was going, she could only hear the sound of the wind whistling past her ears.
After about a stick of incense, the horse stopped, and my brother took her off the horse, picked her up, and walked forward.
"Brother, where are you taking me?"
Yi Meng glared at his legs uneasily.
"Don't move, haven't you been fat lately, I'm going to be tired."
Xie An's breathing was slightly rapid.
"I'm not fat, you must have not exercised well recently, and your strength has become smaller."
Yi Meng pouted dissatisfiedly.
"You stand still here, I'll be back in a moment."
Cheyenne put Yi An on the ground, then patted her head and said softly.
"Then come back quickly, don't leave me here alone."
Yi Meng was very afraid of the dark, especially afraid of being alone at night, and he didn't dare to sleep alone at night, so he asked Xiaozhen to set up a small bed in his room, first, to facilitate taking care of himself at night, and secondly, to have someone to accompany him and sleep peacefully.
"Okay, how dare I leave you here alone, I don't want to live anymore? You wait quietly, there is a surprise for you. ”
Cheyenne thoughtfully tidied up her sister's clothes.
Xia Yimeng waited quietly in place, playing with the jade pendant on his waist with both hands.
For a while, the wind blew, Yi Meng smelled a faint fragrance of orchids, his body shook, and he wanted to reach out to pull the strip of cloth on his eyes, but his hand was held by a pair of warm and huge hands.
"Didn't you say I wouldn't let you move?"
A gentle, magnetic voice rang in my ears, and my voice was full of pampering.
"Brother Nan, why are you here?"
Yi Meng was a little at a loss and wanted to withdraw his hand from Brother Nan's hand, but as if his hand was not his own, he didn't listen to the call.
"Today is your birthday, I'm here to give you a gift."
Mu Aonan took Wanying's hand with one hand, and untied the strip of cloth on Yi Meng's eyes with the other.
Yi Meng slowly opened his eyes, and just met Mu Aonan's charming peach blossom eyes, and his face turned even redder, fortunately in the moonlight, the light was dim, otherwise he would be a dead person.
"You turn your head and look back."
Mu Aonan smiled and leaked white teeth, this smile can only be seen by Xia Yimeng, he usually puts on a posture of the prince indifferent and arrogant in front of people, not to mention smiling at others, it is good to look at others.
Yi Meng turned around slowly, and was shocked by the beautiful scenery in front of him, more than a dozen bowl-thick begonia trees were blooming with gorgeous begonia flowers at this time, the breeze was blowing, the begonia petals were fluttering in the wind, and there were dozens of exquisite small bags hanging on none of the begonia trees, and the small bags were glowing with white light, and it was estimated that there were night pearls inside.
Mu Aonan took Yi Meng's hand and walked towards the center of the Begonia Forest.
"I remember when I first saw you, you were only seven years old, you were seriously picking up falling begonia petals under the begonia tree, I asked you what you were doing with these, you said that there were no begonia trees at home, you said you were going to plant these petals in the courtyard of your home, so that the next year your family would have such beautiful flowers, at that time I was thinking in my heart, how could there be such a stupid girl in the world, that is petals and not seeds, how can it grow into a tree." Mu Aonan still had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and reached out to pinch Yi Meng's nose, recalling his first encounter with Yi Meng.