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Xi Muyao glanced at Lu Qingli, and said as if he was unsatisfied: "You will like it."

The Porsche sped by, carrying the scent of rice.

His body did not move, but his heart was far away.

"We still have an hour," Xi Muyao said as he glanced at Lu Qingli, who was beside him. "If you're tired, you can sleep for a while."

Lu Qingli shook her head. Although she was tired, she was not sleepy at all. Her eyes would occasionally look outside the carriage or at Xi Muyao.

Just like that, half an hour passed as Xi Muyao brought her to the foot of a mountain. The mountain was not very tall, and the vegetation was dense, making it seem very quiet. There were few signs of human habitation, and all he could see was a small path that could barely be considered a mountain path. However, most of the trees and vegetation were bathed in sunlight, appearing warm and tranquil. Xi Muyao parked the car next to the isolation fence at the foot of the mountain. After that, he first went to pack up his luggage and stuff inside, and then personally opened the car door for Lu Qingli.

Lu Qingli felt that there was no reason for Xi Muyao to bring him to such a desolate place. But she still followed Xi Muyao out of the car. The fragrance of the flowers wafted towards him, refreshing him. She looked to the side and saw a few osmanthus trees. Golden autumn was already a season with the fragrance of Danzhi, but to be able to see the osmanthus tree in this empty valley made Lu Qingli exclaim in her heart. Xi Muyao led Lu Qingli and continued to walk forward. Not far away, there was a simple and short house with an ancient style built on a withered yellow grass field. Beside the brick house, there was a large pool of green water. The upper half of the pool was green and full of life. There was a garden surrounded by fences at the side. From afar, it looked luxuriant with flowers. Green grass like the fragrance of flowers attacks people, yellow simple and elegant, white pure and noble, purplish red warm and deep, sprinkling in clusters, in the autumn wind is unfurling.

Xi Muyao looked at the end of the small road in front of him, and suddenly revealed a faint smile. He reached out his hand, pulled Lu Qingli along, and walked to the main entrance of the tiled building. She looked at the little world in the valley and couldn't help but reveal a praising smile.

Just then, the door in front of him suddenly opened, and an old uncle dressed simply came out carrying an iron bucket. When he saw Xi Muyao's figure, he shouted excitedly: "Mister Xi, it's been a while since I last saw you!"

Xi Muyao laughed: "There's been a lot of things happening recently, so I don't come often. Uncle Liu, is your body healthy recently? "

Uncle Liu laughed heartily, the wrinkles on his face immediately folded and folded. He said to Xi Muyao benevolently and amiably: "During this period of time, soaking in the medicinal wine that you brought over, my legs have become much more comfortable, hehe." He hurried the two of them into the house, and then went in and out of the house to pack their things and put them in the corner.

Uncle Liu suddenly turned his head to ask Xi Muyao: "Mister Xi, if you don't take this little girl out for a walk, by the time you come back, I would have more or less cleaned up here."

Xi Muyao answered happily, his voice becoming even lighter: "It's alright, Qingli will rest here for a while, I'll help you clean up."

With that, Xi Muyao brought Lu Qingli and sat down at the red wood table in the room. He casually grabbed a teacup from the table and poured Lu Qingli a cup of tea. Lu Qingli saw him minding his own business and pouring himself a cup of tea, without a trace of politeness, he couldn't help but feel strange in his heart, but he couldn't help but ask this question out loud. At this time, Xi Muyao suddenly came over and said: "Qingli, you rest for a while. Once everything has been tidied up, I'll bring you to the mountain side to play." After saying that, he got up and helped Uncle Liu vacate the two rooms on the west side. Some of the large items were placed in the small warehouse, and then, with dust covering the entire floor, Xi Muyao was blown out of the small house in less than half an hour. Uncle Liu was shouting from inside the house, urging Xi Muyao to go out, he really couldn't bear to see him run around with a face full of dust, and then help him more and more.

Indeed, he was a young master.

When Lu Qingli saw Xi Muyao again, hshehad already changed into a different person. Although Lu Qingli could not hold back her laughter, she took a clean towel from the side and gave it to Xi Muyao to dust off her clothes. Then, he took another towel and threw it into the basin on the side of the brick bed. After half a basin of water, she stirred it and handed it over to Xi Muyao. Xi Muyao wiped his face carefully and washed his hands with someone in the basin, looking at Lu Qingli with an embarrassed expression.

Unexpectedly, the Uncle Liu's shout came from the neighboring room: "Mr. Xi, it's better if you don't come in! "Please stay in the room with that little girl. I'll take care of it myself."

Xi Muyao was even more embarrassed. He looked at Lu Qingli's smiling face, which was trying hard not to laugh, but after seeing himself staring at him, he immediately became cold again. Xi Muyao suddenly felt a little angry in his heart.

Lu Qingli glanced at Xi Muyao, and followed him out.

As they walked around the flower beds, a refreshing fragrance slowly drifted around the two of them, pleasing to the eyes and pleasing to the eyes. Lu Qingli followed Xi Muyao forward, but her mind was a little preoccupied. The scenery here was very beautiful, and there were only the three of them, the Uncle Liu and the two of them. There is no suitable vulgar rhyme, the nature of the Hushan Aishuishan. (1) (2) (2) (2) (3) (2) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) He had been caught in a dust net for thirty years. Retaining birds in love with the old forest, pond fish in love with the past. In the Southern Wilderness, he returned to the garden. The Fang Residence was more than ten acres, with eight thatched cottages. Nine Paths. The eaves of the elm trees are shaded, and there are plums in front of the Luo Tang. The distant village, the smoke in the Ruins of Yiyi. The dogs were barking in the alley, while the chickens were crowing at the top of the mulberry trees. There was no dust in the apartment, and there was spare time in the empty room. Long in the cage, returning to nature.

Xi Muyao led her to the front, carefully avoiding the protruding rocks and dirt, slowly opening up a path in front of them.

In front of him was a large lotus pond. Even though it was late autumn and the lotus leaves were withered in the water, a few leaves fell from the lotus leaves. It was so quiet that it made one's heart beat faster.

Xi Muyao suddenly asked: "Do you like it here?"

Lu Qingli nodded her head, she did not say a word, and only quietly looked at the far end of the lotus pond. Small and clever, her eyes looked at Lu Qingli as if she was not afraid of strangers.

Xi Muyao spoke in a low and gentle voice: "This is a place that I found when I was studying in high school. Every time I feel bad, I want to come here. Every time I see the scenery here, I think about my hometown and how I left my parents very early. "

Lu Qingli turned her head to look at Xi Muyao. This was the first time he had said those words to him. Xi Muyao turned around, and looked at Lu Qingli with a sorrowful expression.

"This place is my secret alone. Every time I come here, my heart calms down. I've always wanted to bring you to this place and watch the scenery with you. "

Lu Qingli looked at Xi Muyao's eyes and saw too many emotions.

Xi Muyao stretched out his hand to her, and said gently, as if he was revealing his emotions that he had never revealed before: "Qingli, follow me."

Lu Qingli subconsciously reached out his hand, handing it over to Xi Muyao. The wide palm gently wrapped around Qingli's white and soft hand, and it incomparably fit together. He led her slowly over the smooth, lake-soaked rocks, and they walked slowly along the soft grass beside the lotus pond to the foot of the mountain.

"After I went to high school, I lived on my own. My dad was arrested for fund-raising fraud, and before he was captured, his enemies took revenge on him in the underworld. He was beaten to the point where he only had one breath left, and he died after being sent to the hospital. My mom ran away with the loot. When I was young, I lived with my uncle and he raised me for six years, "Xi Muyao pulled Lu Qingli's hand and stuffed her hand into his pocket. Lu Qingli's body was weak, and her hands and feet were ice-cold all year round. After being led forward by Xi Muyao, with a light wind blowing on her face, she did not feel cold anymore.

Xi Muyao told Lu Qingli about his own matters, and his voice was low and distant: "Later on, when I went to study in a high school abroad, and lived in school, I took the train from Beijing to Yunnan during the holidays. When it arrived at the middle station, it was a bit late, and I missed the transfer station, so I followed the tracks and arrived here. I didn't expect that after almost six or seven years, this place is still like this, and has not been excavated for basic construction. " He raised his head and breathed in the free air. "When you walk alone in silence, there will always be a place for you to return to. This feeling is really pretty good."

Lu Qingli looked at the man beside him and said in a low voice, "You're very different today."

Xi Muyao smiled and replied: "Perhaps. There's only the two of us here, I'm feeling extremely relaxed right now."

Lu Qingli kicked a rock by her feet. "Is it because Father isn't here to pressure you?"

Xi Muyao did not say anything, and continued to lead Lu Qingli forward.

The small mountain was not very tall, so the two walked along the mountain path. The trees by the side of the trail were all dried up, and the sound of leaves breaking could be heard as they stepped on leaves. Xi Muyao continued to recount the story of his childhood to Lu Qingli. He was punished by the teacher when he was studying. He would be the first one to lift his hand and stand up to carry the text. Fighting against a group of boys was akin to having one's face scratched with nails. After school, he brought a group of friends to block each other and prevent him from returning home. The two sides continued to bicker without rest.

"I especially don't like people praising my looks. What's the use of a man looking beautiful? I feel uncomfortable with a sissy. Not to mention being said to look good, there was once a new group of boys whistling at me from behind when I started my textbooks. I threw away my books and beat them up. "

Lu Qingli listened carefully, and occasionally revealed a smile that she couldn't help but smile, her mental defenses slowly opening.

Xi Muyao brought her up the mountain, as the sky gradually darkened. Stars could be vaguely seen in the night sky. He looked up at the sky and said slowly, "My uncle is a very gentle person. He never married in his life, and he brought me up by himself. I was disobedient when I was a kid, and I always made him angry, but he never hit me. Now that I think about it, the person I feel the most sorry for is him. "

When they reached the top of the small mountain, it was very cold, but even though Lu Qingli was wearing her outer coat, she could not feel the cold wind. Standing on the mountaintop, there was nothing around her. Only at this moment would she feel that her thoughts were very similar to her own.

Xi Muyao's profile was obscure under the dim light. When the silver light shone on his body, his eyes seemed to be filled with a faint radiance. In an instant, his figure seemed to be extremely lonely, making others unable to shift their gaze away.

"Qingli, I do not wish for your heart and thoughts to become shackled because of Father or any other reasons. I don't want to leave you, and I want you to stay by my side. Even if you hate me now, I'm willing. " He turned around and looked into Lu Qingli's eyes, as if he could see the depths of his own heart.

As Lu Qingli looked at Xi Muyao's deeply moved gaze, he suddenly thought of something. She couldn't remember where she had seen that sentence, but she had said it in her heart: If you plan on loving a person, you have to think carefully whether or not you're willing to give up such a god-like freedom of heart. From then on, you're willing to have shackles on your heart.