"Then let's talk quickly!" Leng Yue touched his cheek that had been pinched by the breeze. "I'll listen to it well. ”

"Really!"

"If there's anything else to teach me, just say it, I'm so cold. ”

"It's me who is colder! It's me—" Qingfeng patted his breasts, which were only wearing a shirt, and lit up his bare feet in slippers again. "Look at this, and dare to say this?"

"I said ......"

"Why did this to me?"

"Enough, Breeze!"

"What's enough?"

"I don't have much more to say!"

"Why not?"

He grabbed her wrist and looked at her angrily.

"How can you do this to me? How can you change so much after a period of time? Why do you suddenly hate me, why do you suddenly become a burden to you? Shouldn't you tell me?"

Leng Yue was speechless.

"No matter how ridiculous I am, I should tell me why, right?

"I've never treated you like a ridiculous person. She said quietly.

"But because of you, I have become a ridiculous, casual, and frivolous man with Mr. Deng!"

"It's not like that. ”

"Then tell me!"

"Go back and ask your mother!" Forced to be helpless, Leng Yue finally said: "I promised her that I will never see you again!"

"Listen to Cold Moon!"

He held her head with both hands and turned her head to face himself.

"From the first time I saw you, I knew that you were the love of my life and destiny!No one could stop me, including my parents!" he stared intently into her eyes. "And didn't you say that I am your distant mountain? Aren't we two lifetimes in love? I'm still waiting for you to develop my memory, the memory of the distant mountain! How can you just walk away?"

Leng Yue's eyebrows stretched, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Qingfeng, you are so stubborn, you know?"

"Yes!"

"You're so annoying, you know?"

"Yes!"

"I really love you, you know?"

"Yes, yes, I know—"

Qingfeng hugged her tightly, and his lips pressed her frantically...... With trembling joy, and the thirst of the soul.

He tossed, pressed, and kissed her deeply, blocking her incessant murmuring.

"I miss you!" she muttered, taking advantage of the gap, "I'm going crazy thinking about it!" and she cooperated with him.

And so, history was rewritten.

So, what was lost came back.

"I'm really going crazy!"

He whispered in her ear as well.

"In the future, don't listen to others, you must listen to me, you know?" he whispered.

"Yes!"

"Do you do what I say?" he asked again. "Why don't you answer?"

"Got it!" Leng Yue smiled. "I, Cinderella, and you, the old virgin of the frog prince, are shoulder to shoulder!"

"Hahahaha......"

"What are you laughing at?" Leng Yue also pinched Qingfeng's cheek. "You can't laugh like that, I'm dazzling!"

"You tormenting little bit......" The breeze chattered back into her shoes and picked her up. "Look what the hell you've become!" he looked down at her haggard, and roared angrily, "The face is full of tiredness, the face is full of sickness, and the body is full of skinny bones." ”

He pulled open the door and gently placed her in the saddle.

"Try it if you don't obey again!"

He looked at her tenderly.

So, this night Qingfeng arrived at Leng Yue's residence.

Leng Yue has moved to a new neighborhood. This community is very close to the scenic area, just at the foot of the Nanshan Scenic Area.

They took the elevator to the ninth floor, and Leng Yue opened the door and turned on the lights.

"Wow!"

As soon as Qingfeng stepped into the door, he let out a sigh of admiration!

This is a living room with pale green as the main color.

Pale green wallpaper with white circles, pale green curtains, white sofa with pale green cushions, white coffee table, and a pale green leaf mat.

The TV background wall is a moon-white wall cloth, and on the right side of the background wall, there is a realistic and three-dimensional green tree.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Qingfeng asked in surprise.

"You're dreaming!"

Leng Yue looked at him and smiled.

"I'm dreaming green!"

She pressed him down on a couch covered with green cushions.

"I'm a fantasy person. Leng Yue said softly: "I have always wished that I could live in a cabin in the forest, and then wait for the witch to knock on the door! Now it's okay, the witch hasn't arrived, and the male god is coming! ”

She turned around and went to the bedroom to change her clothes.

Now, the room is quiet, and you can't hear any sound.

This elegant, secluded, and quiet atmosphere surrounds the breeze, making him feel as if he is in the shade of green trees, and as if he is in the green waves, with that refreshing warmth and coolness.

Oh, and on one side of the living room, there's a small piano.

On top of the piano, a pale green scarf is covered. On the top of the scarf, there is a fine porcelain vase. In the vase, there are several long peacock feathers, peacock feathers - also green.

Wow, how elegant all this is, not mixed with a trace of fireworks in the world. Qingfeng thought vaguely, this and the mood of his own home are completely two worlds.

There was a knock on the door, and Leng Yue walked out.

He looked back and suddenly felt a light in his eyes.

She had changed her outfit from head to toe, from all-black to all-white. A shoulder of long hair that is as shiny as water, with natural curls. A white satin robe that reached to the floor, with a white satin ribbon tied around the waist. The sleeves are wide and wide, and the snow-white arms are half exposed.

She stood in the green halo, her eyelashes half-drooping, her eyes half-hidden, her mind calm, floating like a fairy.

This seductive, dizzying, completely unreal, dreamlike and beautiful picture makes Qingfeng stunned, really stunned.

He stared at her, as if he was enchanted and motionless!

"Fool, what's the fuss?"

After a long while, the cold moon broke the silence.

"Breeze," she whispered to him, "welcome to my house!" a gentle smile rose on her lips.

"Uh," Qingfeng came back to his senses and couldn't help but let out a long breath. "You've alarmed me!" he said.

"Why are you so easily startled?" she asked, smiling, staring at him.

"You went from being all black to all white. Qingfeng looked at her contemplatively and said: "From a Europeanized black angel, it has become a Chinese-style wind and rain, a fairy in fairy tales." He said in one breath: "You have many changes, and every change is dizzying. You...... Is it really a fairy from the sky who descended to earth?"

With a poof, Leng Yue laughed unabashedly.

Her eyes flashed, and a mischievous smile flashed.

"Well, I'm a fairy, seven fairies, what about you?

"I, I'm Dong Yong!" Qingfeng smiled and said, "The husband of the Seven Fairies is also!

After tossing for a long time, Qingfeng suddenly felt thirsty.

"Coffee, okay?" she asked.

"Yes, of course!"

After a short time, Leng Yue brought a pot of brewed coffee and two particularly delicate cups. After she arrived for two cups of coffee, she sat down on the couch next to the breeze.

They sipped their coffee slowly, and there was an indescribable silence and serenity in the room under the quiet green shroud.

The atmosphere was charming and intoxicating.

Qingfeng drank coffee, and his feeling for the cold moon was also more profound.

What a girl she is good at cultivating the atmosphere, and the coffee is also very good, not strong or light, very fragrant and flavorful.

"Making coffee is an art. Qingfeng said.

"Hmm. She glanced at him. "Do you know how to make coffee?"

"No!"

Qingfeng shook his head.

"Not really. But ......" he glanced at the piano on the right side and said, "Piano, when I was young, I also learned it for a few days. ”

"Really?"

"Well, it's just scratching the surface. Qingfeng said: "I have always liked some classical or semi-classical pieces, and the solo piano is far less melodious and moving than the solo violin. ”

"I want to change your mind. Leng Yue looked at him with a smile.

"Really?" he glared at her, childish, with a look of anticipation. "How?" he asked.

Leng Yue stood up, her eyes shining with light.

She approached the piano and opened the lid. She sat down and looked back at him.

"What do you want to hear?" she asked.

"Fantasia. Qingfeng said, "This piece of Xiu Man has always had a deep influence on me. ”

"Well, just fancy. ”

She stretched out her slender fingers and flew quickly and briskly over the keys, bringing out strings of soft, unbelievable, and beautiful sounds.

When she started playing, Leng Yue still turned her head from time to time, and stayed on Qingfeng's face for a moment with joy and happy eyes, and Qingfeng also looked back at her with smiling eyes, but after playing, she seemed to melt her whole heart into those notes, and the whole room, the lamp, merged with her, like an illusory, fairy land.

The green light in the room, like a layer of green mist, shrouded her in white...... It's like a beautiful picture full of psychedelics.

It was seductive, dizzying, a feeling that was completely unreal, and the breeze froze again.

"Fantasia" ended, she did not stop, and then played Tchaikovsky's little tune.

The song is like a song, light and lively.

And then there's Weber's Invitation Dance. Then, there is the English ballad "The Last Rose of Summer".

Breeze—with a bit of disbelief in consternation, with a strong curiosity and an irresistible attraction, he stood up gently, and in a semi-hypnotic state, he walked over to her.

His steps are light...... It's very light, so light that it doesn't make a sound.

He was afraid that he would alarm her, who was playing the piano...... He stood behind Leng Yue, feeling a strange throbbing in his heart, and a strong, indescribable emotion.