Zhao Rong led Qingjun through a bamboo forest and walked into the deep mountain forest without stopping.
The two of them were speechless, one behind the other.
Wherever he goes, she follows.
Zhao Rong led Qingjun to the top of the mountain and then walked down Zhushan.
They crossed the Nuan River, climbed up the Daiyan, and passed through an empty valley. Fragments of sunlight leaked through the gaps in the forest leaves. The two walked on winding paths, stepping on moss-covered stone slabs, and the sound of stilts echoed in the valley.
Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei looked towards the deep depths of Nuanxi Bamboo Garden.
At a certain moment, the two of them encountered a cliff, and a stream of water fell down, forming a multi-level white waterfall on the cascading cliff fault, which looked like a white ribbon in the sun.
The water splashes in the flickering sunshine, shining clear and playing a natural vocal music.
The water mist fills the streamside, as warm as a hot spring, hazy and dreamy, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.
Zhao Lingfei suddenly pulled Zhao Rong's hand.
The two stopped and the latter turned around.
Zhao Lingfei suddenly broke away from Zhao Rong's hand. She lowered her head, lightly lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, and trotted to a tree by the stream without saying a word.
Zhao Rong was curious, and soon saw Qingjun raising her hands, standing on tiptoes, carrying her skirt with one hand, and raising the other hand high. After a while, she came back with a bunch of small green fruits.
Zhao Rong took a look and was suddenly in a trance. The mist spread beside the warm stream and it was like spring all year round. What Qingjun picked back was the ripe green plums.
Zhao Lingfei raised her eyes and glanced at Zhao Rong, then held the green plums in both hands and went to the bank of the stream. She put the plums into the clear stream and washed them with bare hands, her expression focused.
Zhao Rong held the white jade in his hand and came to squat beside her with purity. He leaned his head towards her and stared at Qing Jun's side face without blinking.
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip gently, tilted her crouching body to avoid Zhao Rong's "annoying" gaze, and continued to roll up her sleeves and wash the green plums with serious movements.
Zhao Rong squatted, clasped his knees with his hands and took two small steps forward. He came to her side again, pressed against the side of the lady, and squeezed her gently with his body.
Like a little puppy begging for help.
Zhao Lingfei's eyelashes trembled. Although she did not turn her head to look at Zhao Rong, she was not hiding either.
Her center of gravity shifted slightly and she leaned close to him.
Zhao Rong smiled happily and continued to look at Zhao Lingfei's profile intently, feeling that she couldn't get enough of her serious look.
He suddenly raised his hand, lifted a strand of naughty black hair from the lady's smooth forehead, and tucked it behind her ear.
However, while Zhao Rong was lifting his hair, whether intentionally or unintentionally, his fingertips lightly touched Zhao Lingfei's face.
Soft and warm to the touch.
Qing Jun's face seemed a little hot. Zhao Rong felt something in his heart. After helping her to lift her hair, he immediately extended his hand to explore Zhao Ling Fei's cheek.
Zhao Lingfei, who was washing the plums, shrank up and trembled slightly after being touched by Zhao Rong on the cheek. She tilted her head as alertly as a kitten, squinted her eyes and squinted at Zhao Rong, and looked at him under her eyelids to "take advantage of him."
Give it a pat with your big hand.
Stopped his mischief.
Zhao Rong retracted his hand angrily.
Zhao Lingfei raised her chin slightly, Qiongbi snorted, but there was still a little blush on her cheeks, which was caused by the rouge on the accidentally touched point of her finger just now, which had not completely faded away.
Zhao Rong only felt that the lady's appearance at this time was really lovely.
Zhao Lingfei, who was a little proud at first, saw her husband staring at her stupidly after being beaten. She was stunned for a moment. The next second, she quickly turned around, not daring to look at her enemy again. Zhao Lingfei lowered her head.
Staring straight at the green plum washed by the spring water in the palm of my hand, my heart felt like honey had been spread on it.
She blinked, picked up the smallest green plum in her hand, placed it between her red lips and white teeth, and took a bite.
It's very sweet, sweet to the heart, no matter how much you eat it, you won't get tired of it.
Immediately, Concubine Zhao Ling held a dozen green plums in her hands, held them in front of Zhao Rong, and moved her hands toward him.
Zhao Rong stared at the woman in front of him with her hair tied up in a skirt. She was raising her head half way, with a strand of black hair tucked behind her ears. Her white and clean little face was full of expectation. She held the green plum to him, and just because of that
The water she picked up as she hurriedly took out the green plums from the stream was dripping from the gaps between her onion fingers and fell on the chest-length undershirt that she only wore once.
The hem of her skirt was wet, but Zhao Lingfei turned a deaf ear. Her eyes reflected Zhao Rong, with an expectant expression.
Zhao Rong frowned, stretched out his hand under Qingjun's, and used both hands to catch the water dripping from her fingers.
However, Zhao Lingfei opened her hands, and all the green plums fell on his hand that was holding the water. She tilted her head and stared at him eagerly.
Seeing this, Zhao Rong pursed his lips, moved his hands back to the hem of his clothes, and picked up a plum, but did not eat it immediately.
He looked at his wife.
This was once a unique tacit understanding between the two, and now it has been restored.
Yao remembers that when she was a child, they liked to play in the back mountains. Qingjun loved to eat lotus seeds, but she didn't dare to pick them. She was pricked by a small thorn on the lotus stem and it hurt for three days, and she didn't like the stickiness when she broke the stem.
Therefore, every time Qingjun was greedy, she would eagerly pull Zhao Rong's hand and drag him to pick it. She would hold her chin and squat on the bank of the lotus pond to wait.
And Zhao Rong loves to eat green plums. During those romantic days when they were childhood sweethearts, the two of them often rode bamboo horses together in the spring and went to the back mountains to pick plums. Just like now, Qingjun helped him pick and wash them every time.
Give him some plums to taste.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and stared at the green plum in his hand and the "green plum" in front of him. Everything was the same as countless times before.
He suddenly said, "Qingjun."
"Um?"
Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and made a soft nasal sound.
"We were at the gathering just now. It doesn't have to be like this..." Zhao Rong paused, suddenly raised his head and smiled, his eyebrows were dancing with joy, and his tone was half joking and half serious: "You still can't trust me, your brother Rong'er? Let that poem be published.
The entry of goods is just a matter of words."
Zhao Lingfei was slightly startled. Looking at his smile, she also burst out with a brilliant smile, "I believe it, I have always believed it."
Her voice became louder and her tone became serious.
After finishing her words, Zhao Lingfei saw Zhao Rong's confused look and shook her head, "It's just that I still don't want you to change the words and care about their opinions..."
Zhao Lingfei lowered her head and stared at the green plum in his hand, smiling softly.
"I care this time, I care next time, and I care every time. Should we live our lives for the two of us, or for them?"
Zhao Rong was silent. After a moment, he nodded vigorously.
Later.
There was silence between the two of them for a while.
Zhao Lingfei raised her hand and pushed Zhao Rong's hand holding the plums again.
Zhao Rong smiled, picked up another green plum, and took a bite. However, at this time, he frowned slightly.
"What's wrong."
Concubine Zhao Ling also frowned.
Zhao Rong glanced at her, handed a whole plum over, and placed it next to her mouth.
Zhao Lingfei didn't even think about it, her pink and tender lips came into contact with the green plum, and she took a bite. She slurred and said: "Hmm, it's sweet... um."
Zhao Rong took back the hand that held the plum, took a bite, and nodded, "Well, this one is indeed sweet."
After saying that, before Zhao Lingfei could react, he gnawed out all the flesh of the "sweet plum" she had bitten, threw the core into his mouth, smashed it, and then spit it out.