Jiang Chunhui wanted to drag Sang Xiaoyu outside to climb the rockery.
It's enough to play once.
Sang Xiaoyu said that she was still tired and wanted to take a good rest.
Jiang Chunhui refused, saying that climbing would help her absorb more fresh air.
Sang Xiaoyu collapsed and said, "How can I have the strength to climb mountains now?"
Jiang Chunhui said: "It's not a real mountain, it's just a rockery. If you can't climb it, there are still stairs. If you can't walk, there are still me."
Sang Xiaoyu didn't want to spoil her mood. In fact, she really didn't want to move, until he forced her to go back and put on her clothes.
Sang Xiaoyu put on a down jacket, while Jiang Chunhui only wore a sports shirt.
Outside the hot springs is still a paradise for games and fun.
There is a children's playground, free climbing and other projects, and the so-called mountain is a little further to the west.
At first, the hillside was gentle, like flat land. The higher you went up, the steeper the terrain became. Sang Xiaoyu felt a little unable to do it after only a few steps.
Sang Xiaoyu knew that there was something wrong with her body. In the past, these things should not be a problem, but now they are not.
Jiang Chunhui was in front of her, pulling her from above from time to time. When his hands touched, Jiang Chunhui's palms were broad and warm.
Halfway up the mountain, there was a gentle flat land. Sang Xiaoyu refused to go up there and insisted on taking a good rest here.
Jiang Chunhui smiled and agreed.
There are small flowers blooming everywhere on the rockery. Just now I saw them as dots from a distance, but when I get closer, I feel they are clusters in clusters.
Sang Xiaoyu's favorite bright yellow baby's breath was blooming all over the valley, releasing the subtle fragrance of flowers. When Sang Xiaoyu saw that they were real flowers, she couldn't help but marvel at the magic here. They were all blooming in such a season.
The mountain is not very high, and many tourists are climbing it, especially lovers.
Sang Xiaoyu asked Jiang Chunhui, is the scenery here all like this?
Jiang Chunhui said with some confusion, not paying much attention to these, but it must be different. It may be colorful in summer, but only in winter it is so dull.
In Sang Xiaoyu's mind, spring here is just like before her eyes. The grass has just sprouted and the flowers are timidly unfolding their dance clothes. Summer will be a sea of flowers, autumn will be golden, and winter will have snow.
Bai Chengyi faction.
Sang Xiaoyu was lost in thought. Jiang Chunhui asked her what she was thinking about. She said she thought about the four seasons. Are they different scenery?
Jiang Chunhui said that he would bring her here often in the future, and he also wanted to take her to real nature, where the scenery has no artificial traces.
The rockery is also a mountain, and the higher it climbs, the steeper it gets. Jiang Chunhui had to hold Sang Xiaoyu's hand, and sometimes even held her waist to help.
Finally reaching the top of the mountain, many people gathered in the pavilion on the top of the mountain. Jiang Chunhui pulled her to the side.
Jiang Chunhui found a remote place. He took Sang Xiaoyu and sat on a raised place, carefully observing her eyes full of pity.
Sang Xiaoyu said: "What are you looking at? Are you having any bad intentions again?"
Jiang Chunhui shook his head and said: "You are a mystery to me. I can't figure it out even if I want to guess. You have also wiped away all the bad thoughts. How come I don't have the original impulse when I see you, but I want to hold you in my arms?"
of care."
Sang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Don't think of yourself as so great. Men are like this when they first start. If you think of yourself as so pure, please keep it."
"What if I don't give up?" Jiang Chunhui said shamelessly.
"The warmth that we have now is gone."
Jiang Chunhui glared and said, "Can't you just let me stay in the illusion for a few more minutes?"
Sang Xiaoyu was also happy and said: "You are a bit unrealistic. I am not as beautiful as you say. It is all your own imagination. I am no different from others. We are all the same and ordinary."
"No, that's your judgment. In my heart, you are a different existence."
"What is it?" Sang Xiaoyu wanted to give him a small sweet date.
Jiang Chunhui thought thoughtfully for a moment and said: "Our interactions in the past two days have taught me what...love is. Don't be angry. I have made no secret of my love for you, ever since I was in high school."
In the past two days, as long as we are separated, I will miss you deeply. The images of you in high school are clearly imprinted in my mind, and some things are recorded in my heart unforgettable.
I now know that sometimes giving is a kind of gain without any regrets or asking for anything in return.”
Sang Xiaoyu remembered a song that talked about first love. It was also suitable for secret love. It was "It's better to miss each other than to meet each other". They said that first love is only for remembering. If they have to be mixed together, the ending should be...
Sang Xiaoyu didn't want to think about it.
As many flowers as there are on the branches, there will be as many fallen leaves in autumn.
Sang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered this sentence. In such an environment and in such a tone, even Sang Xiaoyu felt the ambiguity.
Jiang Chunhui wanted to hug her, but Sang Xiaoyu turned around and ran away.
Jiang Chunhui pulled Sang Xiaoyu back, sat down again, and said somewhat helplessly:
"I used to really like you so much. For a while, I even fell in love with you. Now I still have a different feeling for you, but don't be afraid. I will never offend you again."
Sang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said: "We are all family people. Don't think about these things that have nothing to do with us. Being able to go out and play for a day today is also a reward you gave me. It has been more than three years. I have long since
I don’t know what fun is anymore. I occasionally play poker with my mother and I feel very happy.
I'm not a holy lady, I'm just an ordinary woman who abides by my own principles. You help me. I'm grateful to you, but I won't repay you in some way. We all follow our hearts and don't force ourselves.
Other people’s business.”
Jiang Chunhui looked at her with fascination and said, "I don't have any evil intentions anymore, but I really want to hug you like a good friend, okay?"
Jiang Chunhui's eyes were full of expectation. Sang Xiaoyu glanced at his clear eyes and finally nodded lightly.
Jiang Chunhui stood up, picked up Sang Xiaoyu, and held her in his arms.
Sang Xiaoyu's thinness made him feel distressed. He hugged her and murmured: "Xiaoyu, you are too thin. You need to gain weight...you need to get better..."
Jiang Chunhui never expected that a simple hug could make the blood boil all over his body. It felt as if thousands of troops were roaring in his body, and the blood in his veins was rushing against him without any scruples...
He hugged Sang Xiaoyu tighter and tighter, and Sang Xiaoyu was a little out of breath from being hugged...
At this moment, Jiang Chunhui's soul seemed to have left his body, and his wandering heart finally found support.
And what about Sang Xiaoyu? She felt like a strong arm was surrounding her. It was so warm and solid, giving people a feeling of safety and strength.
It seems that with him, she has become more confident and calm.
The two of them seem to be stuck in place, but their relationship is like a wild horse that has escaped its stiffness. It's only a matter of time before it breaks into the restricted area.