By the Jingwei Lake, there are green trees like shade, tender grass and green flowers, and wild flowers blooming. The sun is brilliant, and the wind is gentle. Such a beautiful scene is the best time to visit the lake. Feng Qingge came to the Jingwei Lake and saw a boat in the distance. The exquisite painting boats are docked on the shore of the lake. They are dotted with the picturesque scenery. They are freehand and leisurely.
Feng Qingge approached the boat. As soon as she reached the side of the boat, she was greeted by a girl in green. She smiled brightly at Feng Qingge. "Mr. Feng, please come inside. The girl has been waiting for a long time."
"Thank you very much." Feng Qingge thanked her politely. "I don't know this girl..."
"My name is Shui Yuan'er." The girl in green smiled brightly at Feng Qingge, innocently showing her beautiful white teeth. "Young master, just call me Yuan'er."
"Yuan'er."
What a meaningful name. The word Yuan means a lot of affection. The name of the girl who led the way on the boat was Yuan'er. Does this mean that he and her have always been destined to each other?
Feng Qingge thought superstitiously.
Shui Yuan'er opened the cabin curtain, and Feng Qingge lowered her head and stooped in. The room was filled with a delicate fragrance, refreshing to the soul. An exquisite low table and a simple incense burner. The incense lingered there, which was a bit peaceful.
A pot of fragrant tea and several plates of melons and fruits. They are the most popular fruits in season nowadays. They are red and clear with water vapor. It can be seen that they were picked not long ago.
The young lady is sitting upright. She is charming in purple robe. She has a sweet smile. Her red lips are pretty. Her beautiful eyes are affectionate. Her gestures are full of charm. When she sees Feng Qingge, the beauty purses her lips and smiles softly. She makes an invitation gesture. "Mr. Feng, please. "
"Thank you for sitting down."
Feng Qingge lifted up her robe and sat down next to Xue Xichen. Xue Xichen offered Feng Qingge a cup of fragrant tea. Feng Qingge held the cup and tasted it carefully. It turned out to be Junshan Maojian. Feng Qingge showed admiration. "Mo The tip of the hair, the water without roots. It turns out that Xueer is also a person who understands tea."
Xue Xichen smiled and filled up the tea cup for Feng Qingge. "Young Master Feng is a compliment. How can Xueer understand this? It's just arty."
"Xue'er. Thank you for inviting me today. I have prepared a small gift. I hope Xue'er likes it."
After saying that, her sleeves drooped slightly, Feng Qingge magically took out a red mandala flower and brought it to Xue Xichen. Her smile was bright and charming. "Xue'er, you really like it."
It turned out to be a red mandala... Higan flower...
Looking at the enchanting and beautiful red mandala flowers blooming in Feng Qing's singer. The dazzling bright red like blood deeply hurt Xue Xichen's eyes.
The red mandala flower...the other side flower that bloomed by the Naihe Bridge...it once bloomed in the garden of the God of War...it was once her favorite flower and the flower that made her the most distressed...
Xue Xichen looked at Feng Qing's singer Mandala with complex eyes. Her violet pupils were deep and full of complex emotions. She stared deeply and remained silent for a long time. Such suffocating and terrifying silence made Feng Qing Ge felt uneasy and uneasy. He couldn't figure out what Xue Xichen was thinking at the moment. He was afraid of being rejected by Xue Xichen.
The woman in front of him used to be so familiar to him, but now she seems to be much stranger. She is full of uncertainties, which makes Feng Qingge afraid. It makes Feng Qingge panic. It makes Feng Qingge feel overwhelmed. Feng Qingge felt uneasy.
He was afraid. He was afraid of her rejection. He was afraid that he would never be able to capture her heart again.
Feng Qingge stared at Xue Xichen nervously. She tried hard to restrain herself and stay calm. She still couldn't hide the uneasiness in her eyes. Fortunately, Xue Xichen kept silently staring at Mandalahua, in a daze, and did not notice Feng. Qing Ge’s uneasy mood.
Finally, Xue Xichen stretched out her hand and took the flower from Feng Qingge. Feng Qingge seemed to have handed over the most important answer sheet in her life. She breathed a deep sigh of relief and felt cheerful in her heart.
As long as she is willing to accept it, their relationship can still be saved...
Xue Xichen hesitated and then spoke. There was deep confusion in her tone. "Why did you give me the mandala flower?"
Feng Qingge smiled gently. Without answering, she asked, "Do you like it?"
Like it. Or don't like it.
Xue Xichen asked herself, she couldn't find the answer.
Mandala, once her favorite flower, is now just a tragic past for her, a painful memory. She doesn't want to trace it back. She doesn't want to recall it. She doesn't want to recall it again.
The nightmare of a broken heart. She didn't want to be betrayed by a painful and heartless cold-blooded thing again after giving her sincerity.
Feng Qingge. You hurt me again and again. How do you ask me to accept you again?
Seeing Xue Xichen being silent, Feng Qingge's uneasiness gradually expanded like ripples. Feng Qingge was proud and arrogant about many things. But facing Xue Xichen, Feng Qingge couldn't be sure. At this moment, Xue Xichen's heart
How do you miss him?
Is it hatred? Or disgust? Or...
She has completely forgotten her love for him
Feng Qingge could accept that Xue Xichen hated him. He could also accept that Xue Xichen hated him. However, he could not accept that Xue Xichen had completely forgotten her love for him.
Hatred, because there is still love; disgust, because there is still feeling; complete forgetfulness of love, but there is really nothing left...
Feng Qingge was filled with fear whenever she thought of this possibility. She was afraid that Xue Xichen would walk out of his world and that he would no longer be able to catch her...
Xueer, you can hate me. I just ask you not to forget your love for me...
"Master Feng. Thank you for your gift."
As Xue Xichen, she was unwilling to accept any gifts from Feng Qingge; as Xueer, she had to accept the gifts from Feng Qingge. Xue Xichen told herself this.
Seeing Xue Xichen finally accept the mandala flower, Feng Qingge felt relieved. She couldn't help but smile happily. "Xue'er, as long as you like it."
"Yuan'er. Let's sail the boat."
Xue Xichen gave an order to Shui Yuan'er outside the cabin. The boat left the shore, cut through the water waves, and slowly sailed towards the center of the lake.
Feng Qingge looked out of the boat window at the retrograde vegetation and mountains on both sides of the river. While sighing at the beautiful spring scenery, she focused more on the beauty in front of her. He kept his usual elegant smile and asked warmly: "How is Xue'er doing lately?"
"Thanks to Young Master Feng."
Xue Xichen quietly sipped tea. Her expression was light and showed no emotion or anger.
Xue Xichen's expression was too calm. It was like an ancient well with no waves. Feng Qingge couldn't catch any emotional fluctuations in it. He was a little uneasy and didn't know how to continue to close the relationship between the two.
Finally, he chose the safest topic. "The scenery of the lakes and mountains is really beautiful."
"Master Feng, do you like the scenery here?"
“I like it very much.”
Xue Xichen was silent again. She didn't know whether it was because she didn't want to answer Feng Qingge's words or because she felt that Feng Qingge's words didn't require her answer at all.
Feng Qingge stared at Xue Xichen, who was silent. The uneasiness in her heart became even greater.