Paris to Bordeaux is not too far, they got off the private plane at the airport west of Bordeaux, Peng and Bin took Siyu on a helicopter. The helicopter took off with a roar and headed for the city to the east.

The helicopter didn't fly very high, and from mid-air, Bordeaux was still like a lawn. It was a small lawn, spread in a col, and the yellow-brown grass withered, and emerald green came out. The loveliness of this lawn lies in its simplicity, and there are no carved beams, no cars and pedestrians, and no luxury boutiques in the lawn. Red roofs, yellow walls, and low houses are the most modest patterns, and farther away are patches of reddish purple, all the way to the other side of the col, without boundaries, with no end in sight.

A piece of cold iron suddenly looked extraordinarily small.

Countless winds poured in, and the broken hair on Peng Youbin's forehead fluttered at will. Siyu could rarely see his forehead, smooth and full, he squinted at Danfeng's eyes, looking down at Bordeaux sitting below, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

The helicopter circled around the city of Bordeaux and headed north. The helicopter slowly flew low, the low grass in the air became a tall plane tree in the col, Bordeaux was not big, in fact, everywhere is the urban area, the periphery is faintly a large circle of manors, but the landscape below has changed a little, no longer only ornamental flowers and trees, every house in front of a fence of European pansies, a yellow and purple distinct, in the clear yellow shimmer, grinning angry, spitting fire. It was warm in the humming wind, and the red and purple were closer and farther away, and the various varieties of red and purple grapes were mixed in the green shade of the slopes.

The helicopter rumbled over the residential area, then a hillside ridge with white grapes, red grapes, and Cabernet Sauvignon and hibiscus. Then the helicopter flew lower and lower, and it was a flat meadow, and at the end of the meadow showed a royal blue dome, and there seemed to be a castle there, a marble castle in the European style, without the coldness of the sea in Gentle Bay. Behind the castle is the warm little sun, the closer it gets, the warmer it gets, the warmer it is, the yellow sunlight gilds the whole meadow with a lazy gold, the grass seems to be warm with a little dry color, contributing to the unique pastoral scenery - the warm winery, the sweetness of nothing. Even if it's fake, it's so warm that she's willing to take it seriously.

Peng Youbin carried her out of the helicopter, and he whispered in her ear: "We have arrived, the origin of Perfume." ”

She nodded stunned and said, "It turns out that this is Fragrant Manor." ”

This is a picture scroll, depicting the bright sunshine, the meadow, the castle, the grapes are all faded into a blurred shadow in the sun, and the warmth of the small pieces come to the face, there is no cold night, no sound of dogs and horses, no hurry, it is a lazy afternoon strawberry milk tea. And this thick honey, flowing silently, is really sweet and warm.

The breath sank silently.

A few people from the other side of the castle walked briskly, vague figures, golden figures. If time stopped, Siyu really wished that he would never be able to see those people clearly.

The wind carried by the helicopter's spiral gradually dissipated, and the bright sunlight seemed to be forever isolated from the world. But when it went to Paris, the United States, Africa, and East Asia, it was rubbed into the evil interests of the poppy, it was used, it became a shell for money, no one saw its beauty anymore, and they forgot the mellow fragrance between their lips and teeth, and smelled the rancid stench of money. Siyu's string was loosened, she fell in love with such a bright sunshine, and only this moment, it was eternally beautiful.

“Jackson！ Anne！ Peng Youbin put down Siyu, he greeted the visitors, and the people approached, all of them were authentic Frenchmen, led by a young couple in red plaid coats, followed by several handsome young men, dressed in the uniforms of the manor waiters. Peng and Bin introduced to the owner Jackson: "Jackson, Anne, this is my new wife, Yu. ”

Jackson froze. His wife came to kiss Siyu on the cheek passionately, fortunately Siyu could still speak some daily conversations in French, she shook hands with the men and said hello, and then Peng and Bin took her hand, and the group laughed and walked to the castle.

Fragrant manor, fragrant manor, here, no one mentions money, no one mentions stocks. In the quaint hall, Peng and Bin and Jackson drank and caught up, and Anne and a few waitresses took her on a tour of the manor, passing through the ridges, which was a different scene than when viewed in mid-air. On both sides are dense grape vines, hanging strings of small red pearls, towering to the sky, Siyu looks at the natural raw grapes that are not ripe, but finds it particularly interesting. Anne said to the waitress, "Pick a bunch first." The waitress picked up the scissors and cut a bunch of relatively ripe grapes, Anne picked two grapes and tried them on the sleeve of her shirt, then stuffed one into her mouth, chewed it twice, and said, "Not bad, but it's still a little sour." ”

Hearing this, Siyu reached out and took another grape from Anne's hand, ate it too, and nodded, "Anne, why do I think it's too sweet!" A few people scoffed. They went to visit the wine cellar again, the sun and rain fermented, precipitated in time, the mahogany shelves of the wine cellar are with the mellow aroma of grapes, a trace of sourness, clean and pure, so that Siyu feels refreshed. After Siyu came to Fragrant Manor, his spirit was much better. The night was blue and the stars were shining, and in the evening, dozens of people from the whole estate gathered in front of the castle, set up a long table, opened a few bottles of good vintage red wine for dinner, and the table was full of conversation, Anne proposed: "Bin, Yu, why don't we dance!" ”

Siyu almost swallowed a sip of wine in his throat. It's dancing again, and every time she dances, she's unlucky, she can't dance at all. I don't know if it's because of the wine, she felt that her whole body was hot, and she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, she hurriedly waved her hand and said: "I'll forget it, I'm not good at this, you guys jump!" Anne pulled her and said, "Yu, our dance is very simple, we can't learn it!" Siyu wanted to cry without tears and said, "Anne, I really can't. Anne put her left hand on Peng Youbin's right hand and said, "Yes, Bin is very good at dancing, the Chinese girl who used to be like you was Bin who taught her!" ”

Siyu held Peng Youbin's left hand and suddenly tightened.

Jackson glanced meaningfully at Peng and Bin. A violin-playing waitress had already pulled the strings, long music played, and the sommelier stood up and began to dance together. Unaware that she had said the wrong thing, Anne took her husband's arm and began to dance.

Siyu didn't say much, she let Peng Youbin help herself up and started hand-in-hand teaching. Bend the legs, stretch the legs, take a step, lean back, rotate, cycle the basic movements, speed up the rhythm, step on the cheerful rhythm, and the elegant dance steps gradually come out. Surrounded by candles, red wine, laughter, warm mellow fragrance and cold night intertwined, everything is turning, the stars are also constantly rotating in the night, in the blurred light and shadow, their fingers are interlocked, on the ring finger are two points of the brightest light, shining so that Siyu can't open his eyes, but there is clearly warmth coming, just like every minute and second with him in the past, true and false, even if it is fake, but it is also warm.

Her breath was almost about to dissipate in the confusion, like a cloud of smoke.

Anne is right, Peng Youbin can teach her well, just like he can teach Lin Yiyi well. He is really charming, and she is the same as before, even if she knows so much, even if she has resisted the temptation of the romantic capital, even if she has had skin kisses, she thinks she understands these routines. But she was still incorrigibly drunk, he waited for work like this, his face was facing the starlight on one side, and the candlelight was dangling on the other, in light and shadow, cold and warm, those narrow Danfeng eyes, as if they were familiar, she was drunk, maybe it was her hallucination, in the cold night, and like in the warm afternoon light, he said in a rustling voice: "I depend on you." I depend on you for everything. ”

Taking advantage of the drunkenness that came to her heart, she was presumptuous, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear: "You also tempted Lin Yiyi like this?" Then I'll tell you, you're going to succeed again. ”

He tilted his head slightly and chuckled softly, "No. I don't love her, what I love is the only one. ”

Siyu's mind was hot, she was really drunk, and her brain was buzzing. Peng and Bin crossed her face, and the stars in the night sky still swirled, turning into a blurry white light, tearing apart the blue night.

Peng Youbin's face was infinitely enlarged in front of her eyes, she didn't have time to say "the only money", her lips were already blocked by soft sourness, she only heard Anne cheer, and then her body lost that soft breath, and fell into a sour chaos.