I have a deep love for Zhenjun

34.

I walked forward for a long time according to the direction pointed by A Sheng and me, and finally left the seemingly endless sea of ​​flowers and entered a forest of flowers instead.

There are octagonal begonias planted everywhere in this flower forest, and the blossoming begonias are like frost and snow, and they are not less scorching under the moon.

In the depths of the flower forest, there is a jade platform standing squarely in the middle, on which there is an octagonal crabapple sealed under the ice, which is crystal clear, and the buds on the branches are about to bloom.

Fu Qing looked around: "Why did you bring me here?"

Naturally, I will not tell him the real intention here, he hates me to this point, how can he be willing to be united with me forever, never to be separated again?So I just smiled mysteriously at him: "Master Zhenjun is so smart, why don't you guess?"

It was probably because my flattery was in place, Fu Qing really thought about it: "Appreciate the flowers?"

I clapped my hands and praised him: "As expected of the Lord Zhenjun." Looking around, I picked a Tang flower and sniffed it, and said slowly: "After Zhenjun returned to the room, I asked A Sheng, what is so touching about this place?" view?"

"She told me that the Gansang people have a scenic spot called Qingdu Terrace, and they want to go there with the person they like."

"I was worried, so I asked her, but my Qingqing is angry with me, what should I do if she doesn't want to go with me?"

"She just smiled at me and said that even the most icy person will turn into tender fingers when they see these Tanghua flowers."

After finishing speaking, I handed the Tanghua to Fu Qing and asked him, "Does Zhenjun like it?"

Fu Qing's body froze, her long eyelashes fluttered for a long time, and she turned her face sideways for a long time, refusing to look directly at me: "What did you call me just now?"

I said, "Master Zhenjun?"

"wrong."

I paused, and said with some hesitation, "Qingqing?"

His eyelashes fluttered even more, his ears burned like red clouds, and he seemed embarrassed and embarrassed, but his face was still serious.

Seeing that he was silent, I sighed distressedly: "It seems that Qingqing doesn't like it."

Fu Qing frowned, hesitated to speak: "No..."

I knew why and asked, "No what?"

He seemed to be driven into a hurry, raised his eyes, and stared at me shyly and angrily: "Don't call me Qingqing."

I fooled him without changing my face: "Which Qingqing does Zhenjun think it is?"

His cheeks were slightly red: "Ask knowingly."

I said: "Dear relatives love you, it is Qingqing." After I finished speaking, I changed the subject and looked at him with a smile: "Did Zhen Jun think that I was talking about this Qingqing? No, no."

Pointing to the moon in the sky: "Tonight the moon is bright and the wind is clear, and the brilliance is everywhere. I said, but this is clear."

"Or, the Qingqing just now is actually what Master Zhenjun thinks in his heart?"

Fu Qing was at a loss for words.He intends to put on another look of bitterness and hatred, but his gray eyes, which are usually calm, seem to be filled with a pool of autumn water, reflecting a little bit of cold star, clear and beautiful.

It is somewhat similar to the "face like spring, eyebrows with affection" written in the storybook.When he stares at people, he is also soft, as if he is flirting with me, not even half of the majesty in the past.

In the end, he blushed, and only uttered a fluttering 'unseemly', and his figure disappeared in the forest, as if he had fled.

I was startled, and raised my voice twice: "Qingqing? Zhenjun?"

It was quiet all around, and no one answered, maybe I was really angry and left.

I sighed, Master Zhenjun's face is really as thin as a cicada's wing.

35.

After Fu Qing left, I walked around the Tanghua Forest for a few times by myself, feeling really bored, and wanted to go back, but remembered what Asheng said earlier about the Tanghua turning into a butterfly, and walked to the jade platform with a thought.

I stretched out a finger, pressed it on the ice-sculpted begonia, concentrated my spiritual energy and entered it, chanting Fu Qing's voice, and silently thought: "Pray for eternal unity, and pray for unswerving resolve."

I saw lines cracked one after another on the ice sculpture starting from the position of my fingertips.As time passed, the lines grew longer, sealing the entire ice sculpture airtight until the strings stretched and broke.

Then the radiance became brighter, and the Octagonal Begonia broke through the ice.

The ice sculpture was shattered into thousands of pieces and scattered one by one. The crabapple tree that was originally hidden under the ice gradually came back to life, and the flower buds bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye, crumbling in the breeze.

I closed my eyes and read it silently again.

Pray for eternal unity and unswerving resolve.

In a trance, I felt that it seemed that many years ago, someone had said this set of rhetoric again and again so piously.

At that time, the Tanghua seemed to be as white as today, and it seemed to be more prosperous.As soon as the wind blows, it turns into thousands of spiritual butterflies, gently perching on my lips.

The vague figure in the previous dream was walking slowly towards me against the light.

The voice is like the moon and the breeze, intoxicating and pleasant.

"Shao shen."

Is it Fu Qing?Is he back?

I opened my eyes blankly, and there was no one in front of me.All kinds of things just now are like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, and they become empty in a blink of an eye.

All of a sudden, strong winds blew up, and the surrounding begonia flowers fell like rain.

I stood where I was for a long time, knowing that the ending was decided, but I still didn't give up. I had to wait until all the begonia flowers had fallen, the ice sculptures had recovered, and the morning light was twilight before I gently raised my hand and left a leaf on the petals in my palm. A kiss and a smile.

as predicted.

It turns out that Fu Qing and I really have no fate.