It was the height of summer, the shade was green, and the flowers were in full bloom.

Li Xiangling looked at Qi Jun standing under the blue sky and white clouds, among all her suitors, there is no doubt that Qi Jun is the best, and it is impossible for someone better than him to appear.

He has a good background, an excellent upbringing, and an admirable self-cultivation.

He is not a second lord who sits on the mountain, he has his own life plan, although he is lazy and greedy for fun, but he does not have any bad habits, such a person can be said to be impeccable for any girl.

But......

Li Xiangling's eyes drooped slightly, and she was silent before raising a soft smile: "Thank you, Qi Shao." I'm sorry that you're not in my plans for my future. ”

Qi Jun's face was tense, and after seeing her smile, he knew that he was going to be rejected again: "You rejected me, just because of my appearance, isn't it on the same line as your expectations for your future?" ”

Li Xiangling was silent for a short time, and then shook her head gently: "I'm not a stereotypical person who doesn't know how to be flexible, if I am tempted, even if it is an accident, I am willing to try." ”

This sentence made Qi Junqingjun's face instantly pale, and he maintained a gentlemanly smile in a low tone: "I understand." Sorry for offending you today. ”

Watching the bouquet in his hand hang weakly as his hands drooped, Li Xiangling didn't want to say more sad words.

"Qi Shao, we are going to eat barbecue, it is said that the barbecue here is a must, do you want to taste it together?" Song Meng was extremely embarrassed when she looked at the scene, and immediately gave Qi Jun a ladder.

Qi Jun naturally stepped down and smiled gratefully at Song Meng: "No, tomorrow you good sisters will be separated, there must be a lot of whispers to say, I won't bother you, Ah Mian knows the time to make space, I will go back to pack my luggage, and I will ...... tomorrow Tomorrow I'm going to go back to the places I planned before. ”

"Stay safe." Cloud think about a word of concern.

Qi Jun smiled and made an OK gesture, and glanced at Li Xiangling again: "I'm leaving." ”

Qi Jun turned around and couldn't keep his smile on, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart, a pain of being rejected by his beloved girl wrapped his heart tightly, it turned out ...... It turns out that this is what it feels like to be rejected.

Thinking of the countless women he had ever rejected, he didn't expect him to have such a day.

"Actually, Qi Shao is really good." Song Meng was also a little sorry, Qi Jun looked like a playboy, but she could still see that Qi Jun was sincere to Li Xiangling.

But she can only regret it, although she really hopes that Li Xiangling and Qi Jun can have a start, but she is Li Xiangling's best friend.

It can be seen from Li Xiangling's unwavering refusal that although Li Xiangling is not disgusted with Qi Jun, she also has no feelings for women for men.

After that, they all consciously avoided the topic of Qi Jun, and even coldly, Yun Xiangxiang no longer mentioned Song Mian, and Song Meng no longer mentioned Yang Qi.

Before it was dark, they sat down at a small round table by the river, and not far away the farmer's cook began to roast their meat.

It's rare that they brought a case of beer over, Yun Xiangxiang took the alcohol medicine earlier, if she hadn't made an appointment with Song Mian in advance today and went back to make up for his birthday, she wouldn't mind getting drunk with them.

In the end, Yun Xiangxiang, who was cheating, directly drank the two of them down, moved the two female drunks to the room booked in advance, wiped their faces for the two of them, covered the quilt and closed the door, Yun Xiangxiang called to ask where Song Mian was.

"I'm right here, you come to the little workshop." Although Song Mian didn't disturb the party before the parting of their little sisters, she didn't have the heart to leave their last girl behind.

There is a small workshop in the farmhouse, which is to do some handicrafts, which they have seen when they visited the garden before, but the door is not open.

Yun Xiang looked for his memories and walked to the small workshop.

The cabin is surrounded by small thumb bulbs, colorful like vines entwined around the room, decorating the room beautifully in the dark night, the cabin driving window, about fifteen square meters of room, against the wall there are many shelves.

There are a lot of ceramics on the shelves, but they are strangely shaped, there is no pattern to follow, and some of them can't even tell what they are.

"These are all guests who used to come to the farmhouse to play, and when they are ready to do something that they don't want to take away, the host will display them here." Song Mian tied an apron and pulled the embryo with both hands on the embryo drawing machine.

Yun Xiangxiang's gaze retracted from the shelf, fell on Song Mian, and walked to him: "What are you doing?" ”

Song Mian's eyes were filled with a smile, and he glanced at her sideways: "Make a gift for you on the Qixi Festival." ”

"You're going to do this?" Yun was a little surprised when he thought about it.

"Not before, but now it will." I didn't study for long, as long as I had the heart, there was nothing I couldn't learn.

Yun Xiangxiang looked a little itchy, but she was very self-aware, she didn't have a heart for this, took an apron, rolled up her sleeves, grabbed the mud and played with it.

Maybe it's because of the good manual ability, Yun Xiangxiang pinched two villains, one was obviously male, and the other was obviously female, and then asked them to stand together hand in hand.

And then...... There is no then.

For someone who has never been exposed to this kind of thing, it is already good to be able to knead it with a hand and see that men and women are already very good.

Yun Xiang had a lot of fun, and finally understood why children like to play with mud, and it was quite interesting.

Watching things take shape from their hands, with the smell of earth, but revealing their own personality.

Even if this thing that embodies personality is ugly, it doesn't prevent Yun from thinking about his rarity.

She actually played so much that she forgot about Song Mian, and when she pinched a table of strange things, she turned her head and saw that Song Mian's things had already taken shape.

"Ah, it's two cups, you're going to give me one?" Yun Xiang stared at the tall and thin cup.

Song Mian's hand paused, his gaze was as deep as the sea, as gentle and warm as a hot spring, his beautiful lips outlined a heart-pounding arc, and his voice was like the moonlight in the night, as ethereal as a light veil mist.

"Well, a cup, a lifetime."

I don't know if there is a problem with Yun Xiangxiang's mentality, in her memory, the cup represents the cup!

It's the first time I've heard that a cup means a lifetime.

Thinking that this is the Qixi Festival, a festival for lovers, Song Mian's love words are like hooks, and her heart is not under her control.

Yun Xiangxiang couldn't help but smile sweetly, and couldn't find words at all, she wrapped her hands around Song Mian's waist and leaned on him.

After that, she was like a person without bones, she didn't let go of Song Mian whatever she did, she just stuck with him like that.