The two went back to pack up their things. Ji Rufeng was also planning to take Ji Jing and Zhao Xu to stay outside for two more days. Zhao Jian would be in a better mood when he was with the children, so he naturally would be willing to take them with him.

Ji Rufeng went to the hospital for a change of medicine, and drove to the county below with Zhao Jian.

The road was pretty easy to walk. Zhao Jian drove, the fragrance of flowers drifting all the way, and drifted into the car with the wind. Zhao Jian couldn't help but turn on the music.

Seeing her eyes floating out the window frequently, Ji Rufeng said, "Or why should we stop and rest for a while?"

"Let's go."

Zhao Jian sniffed his nose, and the stronger fragrance of flowers was still ahead.

Ji Rufeng couldn't help but smile and shook his head. The sensitivity of smell and taste could actually have such a purpose.

The two of them walked forward along the road. After turning a hillside, they saw the red garlic full of the mountains, like the burning clouds in the sky and the fire spreading in their hearts.

Red flower garlic is the other side flower, also known as Manzhu Shahua. It is said that this is the flower of hell, which grows on the road to the Yellow Springs by the Forget River.

Zhao Jian couldn't help but park the car and stared blankly at the large red area. She didn't like this color the most, like blood, but her chest vibrated again at this moment.

She couldn't help but push the door and get out of the car and run step by step into the fiery red all over the mountains, walking with enthusiasm.

Ji Rufeng looked at her and couldn't help getting out of the car and lifted her camera and pointed it at the girl who was leaping among the flowers. He couldn't help but think of Zhao Jian, who had just met him, who was about to fight him from time to time, with his eyebrows flying, cheerful and unrestrained.

Soon, Zhao Jian walked towards him with a handful of Manzhu Shahua. The pleasure between his eyebrows and eyes had not yet fallen, and the flowers were held in front of him.

Looking at the flower in front of him, he couldn't help but tease her, "Girl, where are you from?"

Zhao Jian tilted his head and chuckled, thought for a moment and said, "Come from hell."

The man laughed, and she leaned forward, "Are you scared?"

"Then take me to hell."

"There will be evil spirits."

She blinked at him mischievously, as if time had regretted it for more than ten years. She was still a little girl who was ignorant of the world, lively and cute, innocent.

"What are I afraid of you there?"

Zhao Jian was stunned and then returned to normal. He smiled and hugged him, "My mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter."

“Can it be sweeter, believe it or not?”

Zhao Jian raised his eyebrows, and the man's lips fell down, kissing her lips and savoring them carefully.

The sun was not strong, and the wind was sitting on the ground. Zhao Jian was lying on his lap. The surroundings were Manzhu Shahua all over the mountains, which was extremely beautiful.

"A Jian." The man called her.

Zhao Jian opened his eyes, "Hmm?"

"I want to marry you."

"Ah?" She sat up suddenly, looking stunned, "Are you crazy?"

Haven't they already made a wedding date?

It’s been so long, not three or two days, why do you advance?

"Yes, I'm crazy." Ji Rufeng covered his face, but when he hugged her in such a beautiful scenery, he wanted to be faster and searched for the rest of his life. This was his and A Jian's life, which was indescribable, but he wanted to be slower in this life. It was more wonderful. He wanted to hold Zhao Jian's hand and walk through every beautiful place. In such a place, kiss her and tell her...

He loves him.

"I love you," he said, pointing to his chest, "full of you."

Zhao Jian smiled, "I can really talk today."

"Really." Ji Rufeng stroked her forehead and asked her again: "Do you love me?"
Chapter completed!