Qing'er walked into the Accord, and Shen Zhongqing followed behind.

Qing'er sat down next to a pot of orchids blooming with white flowers, looking at the orchids in front of her with a look of regret and dull eyes. At this moment, Qing'er is so envious of this pot of orchids, when they bloom the most beautifully, they can accompany Shen Zhongqing day and night. I feel that I can't compare to a pot of orchids, at least the orchids are appreciated and loved, but what is my own feeling?

Shen Zhongqing silently looked at Qing'er in front of him, "Do you like orchids?" ”

"The empty valley is youlan, lonely and self-appreciative, who can not love it, who can not pity it. Ancient people with lofty ideals are envious of its quietness and lightness. Qing'er said lightly.

"This is Snow Orchid, the flowers are as white as snow, hence the name Snow Orchid." Shen Zhongqing said as he approached Qing'er and looked at her silently.

"White as snow, spotless."

"Qing'er, go! Come with me! I'll take you somewhere! Shen Zhongqing said cordially, and stepped forward to pull Qing'er.

Qing'er silently followed behind Shen Zhongqing, in front of such a man, she always forgot to think, forgot to forget, because she only had him in her heart. What else could she hold in her heart but him?

The carriage walked slowly, at this time, although it was late at night, Shen Zhongqing's face was still clearly in front of Qing'er, it was the clarity engraved in his heart, and his breath was so kind.

The carriage came to a halt at one point.

Shen Zhongqing helped Qing'er get out of the carriage, in front of him was an elegant door, two big red lanterns hung on the gate, only to see a plaque on the door, on which were written "Mo Lanyuan".

The one who opened the door was a kind old man, who greeted Shen Zhongqing very happily. "Childe is back!" He looked Qing'er up and down, nodded slightly, and looked very satisfied.

"Yes! Uncle Liu! This is a young girl! Shen Zhongqing said as he helped Qing'er walk into the door.

Uncle Liu led the way in front, and he walked very slowly.

Walking through the screen, it is a long pavilion corridor, and the careful Qing'er found that there are orchids planted on both sides of the pavilion corridor, and this orchid seems to have been in the scene for decades, and the orchids in the garden exude a faint fragrance of flowers, which is quiet and pleasant.

Passing through the long pavilion, there are rockeries, all of which are fine Taihu Lake stones, and you can faintly hear the sound of running water in the Taihu Lake stones.

After walking for a long time, bypassing the rockery, it is an exquisite courtyard, the courtyard is full of orchids, the silent night, and the quiet fragrance of flowers.

Uncle Liu retreated.

Qing'er walked in the courtyard, she had never seen so many orchids, it seemed that there were many varieties, different flower colors, different fragrances, what kind of characters were there, there was such a high Yaxing, and she could gather so many varieties and build such a courtyard.

"So many orchids, it's really beautiful!" Qing'er looked east and west, and there were different surprises everywhere.

"There are a lot of them, but they are all easy to recognize." Shen Zhongqing followed Qing'er and said.

"Do they all have names? What is your name? ”

"It is mainly divided into five categories: Chunlan, Huilan, Jianlan, Hanlan and Molan. It is the branch below, and the other genera are a little more numerous. But once you've mastered the skills, it's just as easy to remember. Shen Zhongqing said lightly.

Looking at Shen Zhongqing, who was so knowledgeable, Qing'er felt very admired, "Then how do you remember it?" So you won't forget? ”

Seeing that Qing'er was so curious, Shen Zhongqing said lightly, "The identification of orchid varieties mainly follows the principle of three looks: one looks at the leaf shape, the second looks at the flower buds, and the third looks at the open product. If the Qing'er girl is interested, Shen Zhongqing will also give advice. ”

Qing'er's heart ached suddenly, can she still pester him every day to learn to recognize orchids? Isn't there already a gentle girl who accompanies him every day? Why should he allow himself to be grieved?

Qing'er walked slowly in the orchid garden, an ancient poem came to her mind, taking advantage of the quiet night, taking advantage of the orchids in the garden, while walking, she couldn't help but read:

Chunhui opens the asters, and the scenery is beautiful.

The reflection is light-colored, and the condensation is floating.

The sun is beautiful, and the wind is light and heavy.

The gentleman will fold, and Perry will be fragrant.

Shen Zhongqing slowly stepped forward, gently picked up Qing'er's hands, and looked at Qing'er in front of him silently and affectionately.

Qing'er stood there, looking at Shen Zhongqing in front of her, and suddenly felt a deep and shallow wound on Shen Zhongqing's hand, Qing'er held Shen Zhongqing's hands in her hands with her backhand, looking at Shen Zhongqing's hands covered with scars, Qing'er's heart hurt as if it was cut by a knife.

"Does it hurt?"

Shen Zhongqing gently held Qing'er in his arms and hugged her tightly.

Just let him hold it, Qing'er forgot about it, at this moment, she just wanted to be quietly held by him like this.

The bright moonlight sprinkled all over the courtyard and sprinkled on the two shadows nestled against each other. The orchids in the garden bloom quietly, exuding a faint fragrance

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