Chapter 131：

The tall buildings gradually receded, and the low-rise villas gradually occupied the scenery outside the window.

Autumn in the eastern suburbs seems to come much slower than the city center. The setting sun gradually reddens most of the sky, and the green roadside trees are stained with beautiful colors.

Wei Qingyu sold it off, and Ji Xiao maintained such a sense of mystery and admired the gradual freshness of the Dongjiao environment.

The spacious four-lane road became two-lane, and the car drove slowly under the intertwined shadows of the trees, and finally stopped in front of a Chinese-style mansion.

Ji Xiao got out of the car with the flower in his arms, admiring the courtyard wall with the style of Su's garden, "Where is this?"

"My grandpa's house."

After that, Wei Qingyu looked at Ji Xiao standing beside him and pushed the door straight.

The pine branches rustled in the wind, and Ji Xiao stood there, stunned.

Just before she chose to escape, a sudden rush of strength slammed her.

"Wow!"

A Corgi with his tongue stuck out on her, and the curly yellow and white tail shook at her vigorously.

When Ji Xiao looked at the dog, a name suddenly popped up in his mind: Dou Hua.

Just before she called out the name, Wei Qingyu on the side uttered, "Red beans, obedient!"

That voice was a bit dull, and the Corgi who threw on Ji Xiao's body instantly became behaved.

It just sat on the ground, with a pair of button-like black eyes looking at Ji Xiao directly, full of pitiful people who wanted to step forward to intimacy but did not dare to disobey Wei Qingyu's orders.

"The girl is here."

At this time, a woman's voice came from a distance.

The carved red pillar corridor walked by a calm and elegant woman, a navy blue cheongsam flowing gentle light under the light, Hong Dou immediately stood up and waved her tail towards the porch as she listened to her footsteps approaching.

Wei Qingyu's face was rarely surprised. She looked at the woman standing on the porch and said, "Mom, why are you here?"

"Why, I can't come here anymore?" Mother Wei asked back, leaning lightly on the porch. Ufa was supple, still seeing grace, "It's the weekend that I and your father happened to be free to visit your grandfather."

As she said, she saw Ji Xiao next to Wei Qingyu, and a strange light flashed in her eyes: "This is..."

"This is Ji Xiao." Wei Qingyu introduced.

When Wei's mother heard the words, her face was a little bit stunned, "So this is Ji Xiao. I've heard the nuns say about you a long time ago, how are you."

Ji Xiao didn't expect that she would be taken to her grandfather's house by Wei Qingyu, and the first person she saw was her mother.

The girl was a little embarrassed and embarrassed, and politely nodded and said: "Hello, Auntie."

Mother Wei smiled and nodded, and took the opportunity to invite: "Would you like to go to the tea shop? Your uncle came back from Yunnan and brought back a lot of good things."

Wei Qingyu knew what his mother's idea was, and took the initiative to help Ji Xiao refuse: "No need for Mom, we have to go to the flower field in the backyard while it's dawn."

Mother Wei understood what she said instantly, "Well, mother won't delay you anymore."

It's just that before the two of them raised their feet, Wei's mother stopped Wei Qingyu again: "That's right, 囡囡."

"You asked your mother to go to the temple to consecrate things, and your mother will bring them back. Give it to you now, or put it in the bedroom of your east wing?" Mother Wei asked.

Wei Qingyu thought for a moment, and said, "Let me put in my bedroom first."

Mother Wei nodded: "Okay."

Then she looked at Ji Xiao again, and preached to her in a gentle voice: "Xiaoxiao, remember to come over for a cup of tea later."

Ji Xiao couldn't refuse, and nodded: "Okay."

"Then let's go, mother."

After saying that, Wei Qingyu naturally took Ji Xiao's hand, and took her away under the smiling eyes of Wei's mother.

The setting sun, matched with the street lights beside the path, stretched people's shadows so long.

Wei Qingyu held Ji Xiao's hand and said softly, "Sorry, I didn't expect my parents to come today."

Ji Xiao shook his head: "It doesn't matter, and the aunt looks very approachable, and so does Red Bean."

Then she remembered the purpose of the trip again, hugged the flower in her arms with one hand, and asked: "It's just that the date you said is not just walking in the garden in Grandpa's backyard, right?"

"of course not."

After speaking, Wei Qingyu smiled mysteriously at Ji Xiao.

There was a breeze, and the overlapping hands were conveying warmth in the temperature gradually lowering in the evening.

Ji Xiao just followed Wei Qingyu in this way, letting her lead herself through this simple and elegant path.

Soon at the end of the path, a row of wooden fences surrounded by turquoise flower vines appeared, and a somewhat rough-looking arc-shaped wooden door appeared in Ji Xiao's sight.

Wei Qingyu opened the door proficiently and led Ji Xiao in.

Fireflies float in it like stars, covering Ji Xiao's sight.

Autumn is here, and all the flowers in the flower field have bloomed, and the greens are entwined together.

The flower field is neatly maintained, and the path in the middle is exploring several newly grown flower vines.

The breeze blew across the endless green, and the familiar elegance and freshness also fell from the flower vines on Ji Xiao's shoulders.

A few rare white flowers poked their heads out from under the vine leaves, swaying tenaciously in the wind as if they were untimely.

The tea flower in the girl's arms also danced.

Wei Qingyu looked at Ji Xiao's bright eyes with gentle eyebrows: "How is this place? Do you like it?"

"I like it." Ji Xiao nodded.

Not only do I like it, but I also feel that this place is familiar to me.

It's just that Ji Xiao is still the same as her memories of always failing to match her account. She can't remember where she has seen this place.

She looked around and tried to remind herself of some more specific pictures, and sat on a bench on one side.

The butterfly that came out for food in the evening fluttered its wings, and stopped on a white tulip in Ji Xiao's arms.

The weak flowers support the light butterfly, and the pure white is quietly lit with a touch of yellow painted with black lines.

The faint light poured down from the top of Ji Xiao's head, and the butterfly's wings slowly stirred in the girl's sight.

It's like a life living in a bleak autumn day, tenacious and somewhat lonely.

Ji Xiao remembered the flower language of Tu Dihua she had checked, and could not help asking Wei Qingyu again: "Wei Qingyu, what is the flower language of Tu Dihua?"

Wei Qingyu did not answer directly, but asked indifferently: "What do you think?"

Ji Xiao bit her lower lip lightly, and hesitated to preach, "I have checked it on the Internet, and they all say it is the beauty of the doomsday. But, I always feel..."

"not only that."

Wei Qingyu said in the same voice as Ji Xiao.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew across the distant sky, disturbing Ji Xiao's long hair behind her ears.

She sat with Wei Qingyu in this way, her eyes facing each other. The flower field in her sight illuminated by the light gradually became a bit brighter, and even the eyebrows with Wei Qingyu became the ones who had seen a corner. Sentimental.

The butterfly flapped its wings from Ji Xiao's sight, and the warm mint sticks to the fingertips of her face with the cool wind.

This familiar feeling made her feel as if she had really sat in such a flower field with Wei Qingyu sometime in the past.

Ji Xiao blinked a few unnaturally while looking at the memory that did not belong to him.

Then with a deep voice, he asked the woman next to him softly: "Wei Qingyu, have we met before?"

"At the age of sixteen or seventeen."

Wei Qingyu heard that the tip of his heart trembled slightly, and his calm eyes flashed with joy.

She tried to suppress her uneasy mood, and pretended to ask as usual: "Did you think of something?"

Ji Xiao looked at the woman in front of him and nodded solemnly.

The original coherent memory questioned the brain, Ji Xiao frowned, as if muttering to herself, as if asking: "But why are there you..."

"Why, Wei Qingyu."

"Why……"

As the wind blows, it becomes even bigger, and the girl's puzzled and questioning voice seems a bit colder than usual in the evening sunset.

Wei Qingyu couldn't help squeezing his hands in his pockets, and the secrets hidden in Ji Xiao's eyes were ready to be revealed.

"Buzz..."

At this moment, Ji Xiao's phone rang.

On the black screen, the four characters "Mother Master" jumped, Ji Xiao did not dare to delay answering the phone: "Mom."

Mama Ji was standing in the kitchen in her apron, followed by the stew voice: "Xiaoxiao, haven't you got off work yet? It's not early, do you want your father to pick you up?"

Ji Xiao hurriedly glanced at the time, it was almost seven o'clock.

She shook her head hurriedly, and said, "No need for mom, I'm here with my friends, and I'll go back later."

Mother Ji was still a little worried when she heard it, and she told her: "Then you come back quickly. It's autumn now, and it's getting dark early. It's not safe for you, a little girl, to be outside."

Ji Xiao nodded, "I know my mother, don't worry, you will be back in a while."

Mother Ji also gave an "um", preaching with a bit of urgency: "Okay, you can come back quickly, your dad and I are still waiting for the mud to eat, we hang up first."

Ji's mother is vigorous and resolute, and just hang up.

Ji Xiao shook the phone whose screen was turned off in the handshake, and the confusion that had just been thrown into her hands was pulled out by a phone call from her mother.

The setting sun gradually faded from the sky, the hazy twilight was replaced by the dark night sky, and the fluorescence of fireflies became brighter.

Ji Xiao realized that he was a little excited just now, and took the initiative to apologize to Wei Qingyu: "Sorry, there were some strange images in my mind just now, and I was a little excited."

"It's ok."

Wei Qingyu shook his head, with some imperceptible loss in his eyes.

She thought that Ji Xiao really wanted to think about it this time, but in the end she still gave a false shot.

"I...may have to go home." Ji Xiao said, "My mother just came to rush me."

Wei Qingyu nodded, as if remembering something, and said hurriedly: "Then wait for me, I have something for you."

Ji Xiao thought of what Wei Qingyu's mother had just said to her, and couldn't help but look forward to it.

She walked outside the flower field with Wei Qingyu, and nodded pretending to be unaware: "Okay."

The Wei family's house is exceptionally large, and Wei Qingyu seems to be giving Ji Xiao a special surprise, and they were in the corridor to the east wing of Wei Qingyu that Wei's mother had just spoken with her.

Ji Xiao was particularly curious about such a Chinese-style house, and wandered alone along the carved mahogany corridor.

The rockery is accompanied by pine and bamboo, and there are koi swimming under the water pavilion. It really makes people feel that if it is not for the profound cultural heritage, the daughter can't manage it like this.

While appreciating, while sighing, Ji Xiao strolled to the tea shop not far from the door without knowing it.

Riding on the flowing water, the bamboo tube slowly and crisply knocked on the stone platform, and there was a faint voice of talking and chatting.

"How tall is that little girl?"

"Half a head taller than our whispers, it looks clean and pretty."

"That's good."

"It's more than good..."

Light and shadow projected the three people in the room on the bamboo wall. Wei Qingyu's parents and grandfather were sitting on it.

Ji Xiao felt that eavesdropping was not very good, but she subconsciously felt that the person in this conversation was herself, and the feet she wanted to lift fell again.

——She also cared a little about the impression she had left on Wei Qingyu's mother just now.

Grandpa Wei took a sip of tea and preached with a smile: "Xiao Lin, it seems that you are very satisfied."

Mother Wei couldn't hide the smile from the corner of her eyes, nodded and said, "Of course, Dad."

Ji Xiao couldn't help but raised the corners of her lips when she heard Mother Wei's admission.

It just didn't last long with the smile on her face, and she froze.

Mother Wei: "Do you know that this little girl is exactly the same as the first love of Qingyu, I think her first love is true."

Dad Wei was taken aback, "What first love? Why didn't I know?"

Mother Wei looked at Dad Wei with a little pride, "You don't know anymore", and explained to the two men in the family: "It was the year when Qingyu was in graduate school. She asked some friend to draw a picture. A portrait, and then I happened to be at home that day, she told me."

"I think she hasn't let go of the child all these years, and I am really worried and distressed. Fortunately, she is now well guarded. I think Qingyu is willing to bring this child to her baby flower field. Maybe two. The individual is now reunited with a broken mirror."

Mother Wei was delighted in every sentence, but Ji Xiao felt an unprecedented depression in her heart when she listened.

The Tulahua who was held in her arms made a tight struggle, but the more she struggled, the weaker she became.

A dark cloud drifted slowly across the sky, covering the newly rising moon.

Jiaojie became chaotic, and the fishbone of his first love flipped through the clouds, stinging Ji Xiao's heart again.