After washing, Jiang Zhixian casually brushed the strands of hair in front of his forehead. His lazy peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of moisture as he looked straight at her.
Shen quietly raised his head inexplicably, "What?"
"Mental power." As if dissatisfied with her memory, Jiang Zhixian raised his hand and rubbed the end of her eyes, his voice low and hoarse: "Good boy, close your eyes."
His voice must have been too beguiling, so Shen Qingqi closed her eyes obediently and allowed him to bring his spiritual power to a small garden.
"Where is this?"
"My sea of consciousness."
"That dark castle? The rogue stone lion, and the grassland exactly like me?"
"Of course I lied to you."
"..."
What kind of dog is this?
Shen Qingqian was so angry that her chest stagnated. Just as she was about to teach him a lesson, Jiang Zhixian grabbed her arm and walked towards the glass greenhouse in the middle of the garden.
It has to be said that Jiang Zhixian's real sea of consciousness is so warm and comfortable. The warm sunshine, the gentle breeze, the colorful flower clusters, and the clear spring surrounding the rockery are completely inconsistent with Jiang Zhixian's personality.
"This is the old house of the Jiang family." Jiang Zhixian took the initiative to introduce, "I grew up here. Look over there."
As he spoke, Jiang Zhixian pointed to the wicker chair not far away, his eyes gentle and affectionate, "My mother often sits there and sings."
Jiang family?
A familiar yet strange place.
When I was a child, my grandfather often mentioned the Jiang family, saying that they were full of loyalty and talented people. Whether it was Jiang Zhixian's grandfather Jiang Tong, his father Jiang Shaoyi, and his uncle Jiang Shaoxuan, all of them were famous generals in the military.
It is a pity that after the Jiang family was accused of treason, the glory forged with flesh and blood has been covered up by dust and no one cares about it anymore.
Presumably Jiang Zhixian doesn't seem to have any hatred on his face.
"Come and take a look at this." Jiang Zhixian suddenly interrupted Shen Qiao's thoughts.
Then he grabbed her arm and led her to a small flower pot, in which a bouquet of ordinary wild flowers was planted alone.
"What is this?" Shen Quietly reached out and touched it. It smelled so familiar, why did he seem to have seen it somewhere before?
Soon, Jiang Zhixian gave her the answer. "Pick it from the sea of your consciousness. You are about to die. Give it some mental strength."
This is a bit rude to say, but that’s not the point of the problem!
"Why are you picking flowers from my sea of consciousness? When did it happen?" Shen Qiao was stunned, how many things did this person secretly do?
And discovered something from the sea of her consciousness.
Jiang Zhixian saw her hair blowing up and quickly explained, "Just go back to the hospital. You lie in the nutrition cabin, and I will go to your sea of consciousness to see you."
"???"
Shen Qingqing didn't think about it. After all, there was a large grassland in his consciousness with countless wild flowers. Who knew when he picked up one.
However, why does it feel so awkward for my little spiritual flower to be placed in Jiang Zhixian's garden?
"If you can't save him, just pinch him." Shen Qianqian's face turned cold.
"Tsk, with this little mental power, the most I can do is make you feel my emotions." Jiang Zhixian pushed the flowerpot in front of Shen Qingqing, "Let's be honest, you have always used me, when will I do it?" I'm sorry for you?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was being reasonable. Jiang Zhixian straightened up and said, "I saved you several times."
It's okay if I don't mention it, but when I mention Shen Qingqing, I remember how she was put on a pirate ship and almost lost her life.
"Jiang Zhixian, if you say that, we really need to talk the truth." Shen Qingqing raised her eyes and said in a cold voice, "At least half of the dangers I encountered were brought to me by you, right?"
What a bad luck.
"..." Jiang Zhixian went through the recent events in his mind, his expression a little unnatural, "This is all an accident."
"What on earth are you planning?"
"I just want to tell you that sometimes, you can try to believe me."
In fact, there is no need for them to be tit for tat, and they are not enemies. They just don't understand each other and are afraid of each other.
Shen Qingqing looked weak and well-behaved on the surface, but deep down she didn't believe anyone. One second she threw herself into his arms and acted coquettishly, and the next second she retorted and bit someone, for fear that others would hurt her at all.
What happened to make the Shen family's apple look like this?
Anyone who is stared at by such a pair of deep and charming eyes like Jiang Zhixian will be stunned for a moment.
Shen quietly lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly, but the words he just said still echoed in his ears.
You can try to believe me.
Who do you believe? Jiang Zhixian?
"That's what you said." Shen Qingqing suddenly smiled, her bright eyes lighting up.
Jiang Zhixian waved his hand, "A gentleman's words are hard to chase."
"Okay." Shen patted the man quietly and then directly pushed the man in front of him away, walked out of the glass flower room, and his eyes fell on the large soft lawn.
"Jiang Zhixian."
She no longer suppressed anything, and called Jiang Zhixian's name loudly, her clear voice as smooth as an oriole.
Jiang Zhixian didn't know why, but she looked happy, with a smile on her face.
"I will send you flowers all over the mountains and fields."
A silver bell-like laughter sounded.
The next second, Shen Qingqian suddenly knelt on the ground and placed her whole palm on the soft lawn.
Immediately afterwards, a majestic spiritual power raged out, and countless small flowers grew, including yellow, red, blue, purple... colorful, like stars.
Some of them grow in the lawn, some are crowded among the flowers, and some climb over the garden wall and spread to the endless hillside.
The non-aggressive mental power grew, bloomed and swayed wantonly in Jiang Zhixian's sea of consciousness...
Even if there is only a faint scent, people can clearly feel that this is the trace of Shen Quietly.
"Excessive."
Although she said this, Jiang Zhixian did not stop her at all, but instead allowed her to act recklessly in her own mind.
One day, a girl came to his secret garden and filled his heart with flowers.
"Do you like it?" Shen quietly raised his chin, showing a level of arrogance and willfulness that Jiang Zhixian had never seen before.
He didn't say he liked it, nor did he say he didn't like it. He just walked up to Shen Qingqing and gently touched the top of her head.
"How many secrets do you want to find out about me?"
He just wanted a flower, but Shen Qingqing actually opened it all over the mountain for him, "Can I misunderstand, do you want to establish a spiritual link with me?"
Shen quietly looked at him with a look that looked like a fool, "How is that possible? I won't let you bloom in my sea of consciousness."
"..." Very good, this is a double standard.
Jiang Zhixian squatted down, randomly picked a shy little wild flower, and fiddled with a few petals.
It is indeed a familiar mental fluctuation, but...
"Why are these flowers unconscious?"
What is the difference between the unconscious wild flowers and the background board? Doesn't Shen Qingqing know how much authority he just gave her?
"Oh, really?" Shen Qiao held her knees with both hands and looked at him with sparkling eyes.
"Jiang Zhixian, as long as the flowers here are still blooming, you will not be my enemy."