come into my arms

【Joy of Love】

Xuanhe 35 years.

The water is bright and clear, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is hazy, the drizzle is continuous, pattering, and the water vapor covering the lakes and mountains is the most beautiful style of this water town.

On a clear day, the sun shines on the corner of the house after the rain.On the glazed tiles, the water drops are crystal clear, the mountains are dark and the mountains are empty, and the air is the fragrance of the soil after the rain.

In the other courtyard of the Qin Mansion, the willows by the pool, the lush green lotus leaves, and the round lotus leaves in the lotus pond are clustered in fields, floating in groups on the water. .

Beside the lotus pond in the other courtyard, in a small pavilion, Mr. Qingya sat with his back straight, like a orchid orchid and a jade tree, holding a scripture in his hand, reading carefully.

The girl by the lotus pond, wearing a pink dress with cloud sleeves, has a slender waist, and her watery apricot pupils are looking straight at the people in the pavilion, a little hesitant, and after a while, she takes her lotus steps slightly.

Qiao Jiyu approached the small pavilion step by step with thin steps.With a ladylike and gentle appearance, she walked up to Qin Huaijin and cleared her throat slightly.

"Brother Huaijin, I'm studying today, and I don't know much about the sages and arts taught by the lady. On weekdays, I heard from my brother that Brother Huaijin reads a lot, and he learns finely. I don't know if Brother Huaijin can give you some advice. One or two."

Qiao Jiyu spoke every word, gentle and courteous, and spoke slowly, with watery eyes filled with the longing and anticipation of a young girl for a beloved boy.

Qin Huaijin gently turned a page of the book and ignored her.The rubbing sound of the pages was very clear, and the light in Qiao Jiyu's eyes dimmed slightly.

For a long while, Qin Huaijin was still reading the book to himself, without giving her a single word.Qiao Jiyu was slightly annoyed, and with a bit of girlish charm, she stomped her feet lightly, "Brother Huaijin, I just imagined you asking for advice, why are you ignoring me?"

Qin Huaijin didn't change her face, turned around, turned the pages of the book, and continued to ignore her, taking Qiao Jiyu as air.

Qiao Jiyu didn't care about her daughter's reservedness, turned to Qin Huaijin, and said angrily, "Brother Huaijin, I am your future wife, can you ignore Jiyu for the rest of your life?"

Qin Huaijin's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and then she returned to her calm and breezy appearance.He turned a deaf ear to Qiao Jiyu and turned a blind eye.

"Brother Huaijin~~" Qiao Jiyu bit her lip and stomped her feet.

Her cold eyes drooped slightly, her long eyelashes made her look pale and slender.Qin Huaijin was really fair and delicate, with a high bridge of nose, and his whole body had a peaceful and distant air, as if he was far away from Qiao Jiyu.

"Brother Huaijin, actually...in fact, it's Brother Zhiming who is going to marry a wife."

Qin Huaijin turned her head sharply and looked at Qiao Jiyu, her slender black eyes were full of astonishment.

Seeing his behavior like this, Qiao Jiyu was stunned for a moment, and gritted his teeth, "Huh~, Jiyu knows that brother Huaijin cares about his brother. Jiyu is the direct younger sister of brother Huaijin and brother Huaijin's fiancée. But ...But why does brother Huaijin treat Jiyu differently?"

"Since we are going to get married, why didn't you tell me?" Qin Huaijin ignored her question, grabbed Qiao Jiyu's slender arm, and clenched it unconsciously.

"Brother... Brother's age has already married a wife and had children. Brother Huaijin is also engaged to Ji Yu, but Ji Yu is not yet old enough to leave the court. But... but brother, he is supposed to be here Those who married before the rain came out of the pavilion."

Qiao Jiyu frowned like Mrs. Qiao's, with pain in her beautiful eyes, she gently struggled to hold her aching arm,

Qin Huaijin was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly let go of Qiao Jiyu's arm, stood up, and walked away from the pavilion as if in a daze.

"Brother Huaijin, brother Huaijin...where are you going?"

Qiao Jiyu watched Qin Huaijin disappear by the corridor door, twisted the handkerchief in his hand, and bit his lip in annoyance.

It is clear.It is clear.

The night is bright and bright.

He is his light, how can we leave him?

Thinking of this, Qin Huaijin, who was standing outside the corridor door, came to his senses.The steps hurried up, and in a moment, he rushed towards the gate.

Joe House.

Qiao Jiming was quietly grinding with a brush in the study, and an unfinished painting was pressed against the stone on the bluestone table.Qiao Jiming paused for a moment, seeming to be in deep thought, thinking about it.After a while, he started to write slowly and splashed ink wantonly, and the whole movement was done in one go like clouds and flowing water.

The two teenagers in the painting hold each other's hands.The figure is tall and straight like a pine, the eyebrows are elegant and meaningful, and the dark eyes are full of affection, looking at each other with tenderness, and the unspeakable and lingering feelings are spontaneously expressed on the paper.

Qiao Jiming put down his pen and ink, picked up the still ink painting, exhaled lightly, and looked at it carefully.

Boom---

The door of the study room was suddenly opened. Qiao Jiming hurriedly put down the painting in his hand and was about to hide it. Before he could react, he was pulled into his arms by someone who came.

"It's clear, it's clear..." Qin Huaijin hugged Qiao Jiming tightly in his arms, and murmured softly.

Qiao Jiming heard him calling his name softly, he was speechless for a moment, his cheek was forced to press against his skirt, the cloth was soft and smooth, his chest was slightly warm, his chest was generous and warm.

Qiao Jiming was at a loss, he didn't know what happened to Qin Huaijin.How could Meng Lang be like this?

"Huaijin?"

"Ah."

"You, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Huaijin just slowly tightened his arms, hugging him even tighter, buried her face in his neck, and didn't reply.

Qiao Jiming's eyes were startled, he had never seen Qin Huaijin like this before, "Huaijin," he called softly, and slowly wrapped his arms around his waist.

After a while, Qin Huaijin let go of her embrace, lowered her head slightly, and the two looked at each other quietly.After a while, he suddenly moved, bowed his head, and kissed Qiao Jiming's lips, his breath was very close and tender.

Qin Huaijin raised her head again, looking deeply at Qiao Jiming with her dark eyes, and then lowered down to kiss him. Qin Huaijin's lips were not as warm as his chest, but cold, wet and soft.

"Huaijin? I am pleased with you... What about you...?" Qiao Jiming raised his glistening eyes with anticipation, and asked cautiously.

The wind blew gently through the open window, and someone's black hair was blown by the wind, and the hair was entangled, which was breathtaking.

At some point, the taller Qin Huaijin nodded slightly.

Qiao Jiming's eyes were tactile, and his smile was like a flower, as if the peach blossoms of that year had bloomed, shining like clouds.

The smile faded because of love, only that the heart was the same at that time.