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In the southwest, there are mostly hills, and the mountains, rivers and trees can be seen everywhere, full of lush greenery, which makes people feel refreshed. The temperature in the southwest is not high, so the flowers wither later than usual, and on the mountain roads, you can occasionally see some strange wildflowers.

Those flowers, mostly red and purple, although the flowers are not large, but they are very spiritual, and they look particularly sonorous. Although it is a small wildflower, it can stand and grow in this place after a rainstorm, which shows its strong vitality and strong desire to survive.

Murong Qianruo liked the scenery in the mountains very much, and she loved this kind of wildflower even more. She squatted down slowly and lightly, trying to minimize the large flow of air, fearing that the air flow would be too strong and would break the wildflowers, and she was afraid of shaking off the petals, so she looked extraordinarily light. She cocked her orchid fingers and gently stroked the petals with her fingers, slowly from the outside to the stamens, the movement, gentle and delicate, the petals slid gently on her fingertips, the petals, extremely soft. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, the flowers have a total of seven petals, the outer one is dark purple, and the inside gradually turns lavender, the stamens are pale yellowish purple, the stamens are soft, and there are two drops of dew on it. Murong Qianruo gently held the flower stem with her hand, then leaned down, leaned over the flower, sniffed the fragrance of the flower lightly, and closed her eyes to feel the beautiful enjoyment of this moment.

Her face was full of happy and enjoyable smiles, very comfortable, at that moment, she was feeling the beauty of nature with her heart. After a while, Murong Qianruo raised her head, at this time, two butterflies flew around the flowers, Murong Qianruo was about to withdraw her hands, but the butterflies actually stopped on her orchid fingers, as if feeling the slight fragrance of flowers in her hands.

Murong Qianruo looked at the two butterflies, she was very happy, and smiled lightly, that smile was very light, afraid that the butterfly would be frightened, for fear that the movement would be too big, and it would break the quiet beauty of this moment.

The butterfly lingered on her fingertips for a moment, and then slowly flew away in the distance, as if she couldn't bear the beauty of this beautiful tranquility.

Murong Qianruo is like a carefree little girl in this beautiful environment, without any worldly troubles, and her heart is very pure, just an ordinary girl who has lived in seclusion for many years, without any competition in her heart, without scheming, innocent, and extremely cute. The sweet smile makes people drunk, the gentle and graceful movements, the soft orchid fingers, makes people feel intoxicated, this beautiful moment, makes people fascinated, I really hope that time has stayed and never changed.

Looking at Murong Qianruo's innocent smile, as well as the tender water-like movements, she was carefree and intoxicated, the Murong Qianruo in front of her, and the original Dongfang, are simply a person, that kind of innocence has not changed at all. At this time, he almost believed that Murong Qianruo was Dongfang Shuyu.

Many years ago, at that time, the entire Freedom Pavilion only had worry-free and Oriental Shu Yu, Shu Yu planted pear trees around the Freedom Pavilion in order not to be monotonous in the Freedom Pavilion, she hoped that she would be like a pear blossom, always accompanied by her beloved, even if she left one day, this pear blossom will accompany him instead of herself, looking at the pear blossom, just like herself.

That year, when the pear blossoms were in full bloom, the pear blossoms in the garden were all blooming, and the white purity was like snowflakes, without the slightest earthly pollution, without a little noise, and it was very quiet.

Shu Yu was dressed in red, walking lightly in the garden, her soft fingers gently caressing the snow-white and pure pear blossoms, which were as soft as her smooth and elastic skin.

She was lying under the pear tree, and the scattered pear blossoms fell on her red dress, as if they were decorated with heart, which looked particularly compatible.

A few pear blossoms fell on her hair, like a carefully inserted head flower, and the petals on her forehead, like the pear blossom makeup painted, were extremely beautiful.

She gently stretched out her arms, the sleeves of her coat slowly faded from her arms and folded them over her shoulders in an orderly manner, revealing her white and elastic skin, and the petals of flowers slid over her skin, as if kissing her, as if she had slowed down and wanted to touch her more.

She held her palm and gently followed the falling pear blossoms, the scattered pear blossoms fell from her fingers, like drops of dew, slowly sliding, extremely light, that kind of tenderness like water, it was really intoxicating.

On that day, after she planted the pear tree, the pear tree bloomed for the first time, and she was very happy, because in the future, she would have the pear blossoms she planted with her own hands to accompany her beloved. It was on that day that they finally complained to each other, stayed together forever, and cherished each other for the rest of their lives.

The scene in front of them is so similar to the scene back then, the movements and expressions of the two are just like one person, they are so innocent, lively and lovely, and they are so simple and pure.

A smile unconsciously appeared on the carefree face, that smile was so beautiful, so sweet, so happy, as if he had returned to the time of the Freedom Pavilion, the softness of love, the sweetness of life, and the extreme happiness. The affection between lovers, the bold atmosphere of a man, and the tenderness of a woman are shown in every pore of him, and everything is so soft and quiet.