Zhang Mufeng really raises flowers very well.

He carved out six or seven points of land in a discarded weedy corner in the backyard, pulled out the wild grass, and planted patches of mountain orchids, hibiscus, and lilies, which were always slightly fragrant.

In the middle of the backyard is a fence made of bamboo by Zhang Mufeng, in which a few unnamed flowers are planted, mixed with acacia and iris, and the flowers are in full bloom.

Feng leaned on the chaise longue specially made for her by Zhang Mufeng, swaying, looking at the busy figure in the flower garden, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked.

After a few days of getting along, Feng fell in love and felt that he was a good-hearted person, at least much better than her scathing sister.

The chaise longue swayed, and the trance time was stable, and Feng fell asleep leisurely in the large fragrance of the misty fragrance.

When she woke up, she felt that she was wearing a piece of clothing on her body, thinking that Zhang Mufeng had put it on for her, she rubbed her eyes, and wanted to take a look at the flowers and leaves in the depths of the flowers, but it was still dark in front of her.

It's like someone splashed thick ink in front of her eyes, spilling a large area, blocking her vision completely.

Feng leaned into the corners of her lips, she knew that this day would come sooner or later.

She stood up slowly, stood up with her hands trembling on the chair, stretched out her arms and swept in front of the unknown, raised her feet and turned around and walked a few steps to the front yard, and with a bang, her ankle hit the flower bed that Zhang Mufeng had only done in the past few days.

Feng leaned over and reached out to touch it, her legs and wrists must have been bruised, and suddenly she felt a gust of wind coming out of her side, someone reached out to support her, and a scent of flowers rushed into the tip of her nose.

It's Zhang Mufeng.

Feng Qianxin felt his hands tremble, his body tensed, and it took a long time to hear his voice coming: "Your eyes can't see?" ”

Feng leaned in his direction, his face was calm, and the corners of his mouth actually hooked up a smile: "I have been preparing for this day for a long time." ”

Zhang Mufeng's back was straight, his eyes were mixed with sadness, he grabbed her wrist and walked forward, Feng Tianxin tugged, the strength of his palm became stronger and stronger, Feng Tianxin did not break free from him.

"Trust me, I'll take you back." In the dark, he turned his head and whispered to her, like a comfort, like a promise, in short, Feng leaned his heart and body gradually relaxed, as if his comfort seemed to be really useful.

The two walked hand in hand, Feng followed behind, and after a while, she returned to the room, and returned to the familiar place, she immediately let go of his hand and ran to the head of the bed, hugging her knees and curling into a ball, no crying, no despair, her face was very calm.

Feeling that Zhang Mufeng was still in the room, Feng leaned in his direction and said lightly: "You go, I want to be quiet by myself." ”

Zhang Mufeng's unexplained anger rushed up from the two sides, feeling his shortness of breath, Feng Tianxin frowned, I don't know why he was angry.

"Feng is devoured." For a long time, Zhang Mufeng actually called her name, but he was impulsive just when he opened his mouth, and his tone was very unlucky: "You find a man!" ”

Feng Qianxin's eyebrows drooped because of his words, and suddenly she raised her head, without any hesitation in her eyes, and there was a free and easy chuckle on her lips: "I Feng Tingxin only loves one person in this life." ”

Only love Qingyun alone.

She reached out and touched the bedside, and finally found a cyan bag next to the futon, she greedily rubbed it with her fingers, and slowly took out the object inside.

Zhang Mufeng looked at the hairpin in her hand and trembled heavily, her eyebrows and eyes were full of pain and unbearability.

It's just that Feng Qianxin can't see it.

She stroked the pearl embedded in it with her fingers over and over again, her eyes were full of tenderness when she was out of focus, and she raised her hand to keep the hairpin in her hair.

"You love him so much, he must love you too." Zhang Mufeng said softly, his tone was full of certainty, as if he was Qingyun.

"Perhaps, but it doesn't matter, that's fine, it's just that he left me too little, and everything is precious to me."

Feng poured this extremely seriously, the more serious it was, the more remorseful and even heartache it was.

For example, Zhang Mufeng.

Zhang Mufeng's lips tightened, he gently raised his feet and walked to her side, stretched out his hand to hold her hand and said, "In the days to come, no matter how long it takes, let me take care of you." ”

Feng was stunned, then let go of his hand, turned his head, hooked his lips and smiled: "Then what are you trying to do, just the acres of flowers in the backyard?" ”

"Yes, just those acres of flowers, are you willing to make this deal with me?"

"I don't want to." She replied with an unusually calm voice.

Zhang Mufeng sighed softly, raised his eyes to look at her, such a close distance, such a heart-pounding feeling spontaneously arises, he knows that there are some feelings, some feelings, as if the fire is beating and burning, engulfing him completely. He said: "I don't want anything, I don't want anything, just to be glued to the sight and fall in love with you when I first met, I just want to follow my heart, just to be at peace with myself." ”

Feng Tianxin's head drooped very low, and her eyes kept hanging low, completely covering the expression under her eyes, and the sunlight flowing in from the window shone on her eyes, silently.

"You don't have to answer now, I'll give you time, and I'll wait for you."

Zhang Mufeng said in a low voice, seeing that she pursed her lips silently, and was not forced, she took away all the dangerous objects in the room, and then pushed the door and left, and the moment she closed the door, he saw a crystal sparkle across her lowered eyebrows.

Zhang Mufeng's heart hurt badly.

In addition to sitting on the bed in a daze every day, Feng Qianxin has been lying on the bed and closing his eyes and sleeping lightly.

The door creaked open, and without guessing who it was, Feng tilted his body into the bed and turned his back to him.

Zhang Mufeng was wrapped in a fragrance of flowers, he stood under her bed, looked at her fixedly, and said softly: "The acacia in the backyard is blooming, why don't I take you to feel it." ”

Feng tilted his head and said nothing.

Feeling that the quilt on his body disappeared suddenly, and his body was held in his arms, Feng Qian became angry, and kept beating his chest, Zhang Mufeng hugged her tightly and let it splash in his arms.

Tired of fighting, she gradually quieted down, Zhang Mufeng put her on the chaise longue in the backyard, and reached out to cover her with a coat of robes.

Then leaned over and whispered in her ear:

"You see, the flowers in this backyard are blooming very beautifully, as if they are all competing to bloom, the purple and red peony, the pure white and pure lily, the light purple warm lilac, the white and innocent camellia, the deep red and mild begonia, the pure white and elegant narcissus, the summer wind blows through the flower bones, blending with the fresh air of all kinds of fragrant fragrance, and the thin waves generally hit the cheeks, pour the heart, it is really beautiful here."

Zhang Mufeng's voice was faint, and he narrated the scene in front of him in a low voice, and Feng closed his eyes as if he really saw the beautiful flowers that bloomed.

"Thank you." Feng tilted his head to say to him, and a wave of emotion spread in his heart, just ...... She doesn't want anyone in this world but him.

Zhang Mufeng tucked her robe, the two stopped talking, the surroundings fell silent, and in the breath of the two, there were bursts of refreshing flowers, and the fragrance was fragrant.

Zhang Mufeng simply leaned over and sat in the flowers, raised his eyes to look at her, when the breeze blew, the petals swirled around the breeze, his voice was soft, and the words came clearly into her ears. "Pour my heart, you can not accept me, but I want to ask you to let me take care of you."

Feng poured no words, closed his eyes and felt the breeze and the fragrance of flowers.

"I don't understand, why are you here to take care of me, who is dying, it can't really be that encounter?" She asked aloud.

"Probably...... Fate, God let us meet, and nature is also a creation. Zhang Mufeng looked at her and said, "Pour your heart, don't reject me." ”

Feng tilted her head to look to the side, and although it was pitch black in front of her, she smiled gloomily.

"It's just that I can't promise you."

The moon is dark, the moon is hiding somewhere, the inky dark night, even the light of the stars is completely hidden, such a night, you can't see your fingers.

In the evening, it rained again, it was rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and it was dripping, and there was a very light knock at the door of Feng's heart.

The person who knocked on the door outside didn't see any movement in the house for a long time, so he simply pushed the door open, only to see him wet and sticking to his body, and holding two bowls of hot wontons in his arms.

He put the wonton on the table and muttered small words in his mouth: "It's okay, it's okay, the wonton didn't arrive." ”

Feeling a burning gaze above his head, Feng tilted his head away, and then heard the sound of him eating wontons.

After a long time, he swallowed the last wonton, picked up the bowl and put down the chopsticks and walked to Feng Qianxin's side, scooped up a white and fat wonton with a soup spoon and put it on her lips, and said with a smile: "You see I'm done eating, it's your turn, after eating this wonton, my body has become warmer." ”

Feeling the warmth on his lips, Feng Qian slowly opened his mouth to eat the wonton in his mouth, Zhang Mufeng hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, and said, "That's how to behave." He scooped another one out of the bowl.

Feng was forced by him to finish eating the wontons, and Zhang Mufeng pulled her to the rain to take a break.

Feng couldn't resist him, so he had to be pulled outside by him, the two of them played an umbrella, walked on the bluestone slab, the rain lingered on the surface of the oil-paper umbrella, the water droplets flowed down the umbrella bone, the raindrops knocked on the umbrella surface, knocked on the ground, and knocked on the hearts of two people.

The two walked on a wooden bridge and flowing water, and when they raised their eyes, they seemed to have a panoramic view of the great Jiangnan.

"Pour in, you see, how beautiful the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is."

The corners of Feng Qianxin's mouth drooped slightly, and then quickly bent upward, and finally just smiled, not speaking.

The rain gradually decreased, and the wooden bridge was wet and slippery after being hit by the rain, Zhang Mufeng walked in front of her, bent his back slightly, and smiled at her: "I'll carry you on the way back." ”

Feng Tianxin was in a trance for a moment, and his memory suddenly seemed to return to when he was on the Thorn Mountain, and Qingyun said the same.