Song Qingyu turned her head and 'looked' over, "Have you arrived?" ”

"Nope." Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice, his voice hoarse, as if he was trying to restrain something.

Song Qingyu blinked slightly, her eyelashes swept into his palm, his hand stiffened, and she hurriedly stopped blinking.

After walking for a while, he stopped again.

She was suspicious, and Fu Wenzhou's laughter sounded in her ears: "There is a cliff ahead, take another step, and you will fall." ”

It is difficult to tell if this is true or false.

If it was someone else, Song Qingyu would definitely be flustered when she heard this, but Fu Wenzhou was beside her.

She suddenly realized that she trusted Fu Wenzhou too much.

If she were someone else, she wouldn't allow herself to be led to an unknown place with her eyes covered.

But this is Fu Wenzhou.

He is Fu Wenzhou.

She didn't even change the frequency of her heartbeat, and slightly hooked the corners of her lips: "Well, then I'll try." ”

As she spoke, she walked forward.

There was no cliff as he said, and where she stepped on it was a soft grass.

At the same time, his hand was released from her eyes.

The sudden intrusion of the sky made her eyes squint subconsciously, and when she looked again, the splashing colors suddenly filled her entire vision.

Roses blooming all over the world as far as the eye can see.

She froze in place, her eyes slowly widening......

Few people know that she is allergic to roses, let alone that she has a preference for roses.

The rose season has passed, and Song Qingyu can't imagine how he has planted the roses that have passed the flowering season all over the mountain.

How much time and how much effort it took to ......

Behind her, Fu Wenzhou's voice seemed to come from a far, far away, and like a weightless feather, it fell into her heart leisurely.

"Happy winter solstice, pomelo."

At this moment, the little boy she depicted in the window in her dream yesterday and Fu Wenzhou at this time gradually overlapped.

She measured her mind slightly, and looked at him for a moment.

The man's eyebrows and eyes were full of spoiling, and the fierceness all over his body was dormant, and what was revealed in front of her was Fu Wenzhou, who only had her in his eyes.

The mountain breeze blew her hair, and the corners of his clothes were mixed with the fragrance of roses.

The person in front of him, standing under the clear blue sky, with layers of green mountains behind him, he is like a green pine, standing in this gentle wind, his eyes are burning.

Her appearance was reflected in those ink-stained eyes, and she was blind to the splendor of the world.

Yan Miao's phone rang at an inopportune time.

She answered mechanically, and Gu Miao, who was over there, asked excitedly: "Qingyu, are you really not coming to my house?" I told my parents, they welcome you, I'll pick you up with the driver, okay? ”

"No need." Song Qingyu said in a low voice.

Yan Miao: "Why not!" How lonely you are at home alone for the winter! ”

Alone?

Song Qingyu looked at Fu Wenzhou in front of him, and remembered what he said to others in the car just now.

Perhaps she didn't have to guess, but she probably knew that the "she" in his phrase "where she is, where is my home" refers to herself.

Gu Miao was still babbling, but Song Qingyu was impatient with her friend for the first time.

"I'm fine, I have someone with me." She hurriedly finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows.

Song Qingyu read a little ridicule from his smiling expression, and her ears suddenly became inexplicably hot, and her heart was also hot.

She looked away a little flusteredly, stiff and eager to divert the other party's attention: "How did you manage to make them bloom this season?" ”

Fu Wenzhou replied differently: "The first time I saw you, it happened to be the winter solstice. ”

Song Qingyu's eyelashes trembled.

The man took her hand, noticed the trembling of her fingertips, and gently held and rubbed it, as if with a soothing power, but could not soothe the ripples in her heart.

He led her to the flowers, and said slowly, "I thought at that time, how can there be such a good-looking person in this world, like a little princess, with beautiful eyes, beautiful eyebrows, beautiful nose, and beautiful mouth......"

He laughed briefly, "It's just a little pathetic." ”

Song Qingyu lowered her eyes: "That day, I held the test paper with a full score and wanted to get Song Yuan's praise, but I didn't want to break his malice. I disobeyed him, so he started beating me. He humiliated his wife, who had died in childbirth, and cursed his daughter. ”

Song Qingyu inhaled, and her tone was very light: "Fu Wenzhou, I can't forgive him." ”

Fu Wenzhou paused, his distress spread from the bottom of his eyes to his heart, he reached out to hug her, and whispered, "Then don't forgive." ”

The cold wind whistled past my ears, and the fragrance of roses mixed in, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Song Qingyu raised her eyes, her eyes bright and clear: "Fu Wenzhou, do you want me?" ”

asked very lightly, but Fu Wenzhou suddenly panicked.

His voice was low and hoarse, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Yuzu, you say it again." ”

He was afraid that he had misheard.

Song Qingyu said: "To or not." ”

"Yes."

He asked for it.

How could it not be?

He is like a loyal dog facing the bait thrown by his master, with a fire enough to set the prairie fire in his eyes, pious and enthusiastic.

Her voice was very clear, like melting snow on the mountains, with a slight coldness: "Song Qingyu can only give you today." ”

Only this day did she want to live for herself.

After living in a cage for twenty-four years, let her be presumptuous once.

Fu Wenzhou didn't care if it was today or tomorrow, he smelled the scent of bones with the wild dog, and frantically pounced on it.

He picked up Song Qingyu, the speed was urgent and steady, if he wasn't reluctant to let her suffer, he really wanted to kill her directly in this wilderness.

The car was speeding all the way.

No one knew who started first, and the wind was cold outside, and the branches and leaves kept shaking in the treetops, and there were dew drops, which slid down the veins and turned into spring water and poured into the soil buried in the roots of the trees.

Song Qingyu didn't have time to react at all, and couldn't keep up with his footsteps sluggishly, so she could only grit her teeth and bear it.

There was a wet touch in the palm that blocked her eyes, Fu Wenzhou hurriedly moved his hand away, and his eyes that were wet with emotion happened to meet his red eyes.

His face was flushed, fine beads of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose, and his lips were slightly open.

The ultimate purity and charm are intertwined, painted into a beautiful picture of the spring palace.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes suddenly darkened, and he couldn't help but tremble, roared in a low voice, and leaned down uncontrollably......

Entering the critical point of Elysium, Fu Wenzhou couldn't control his pleasure.

His pomelo finally belongs to him completely.

A tear slipped from the corner of Song Qingyu's eyes.

4:15 a.m.

Song Qingyu, you are out of time.