Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 57 The Ambiguous Breath

Jiang Chunhui was going to take Sang Xiaoyu outside to climb the rockery.

Say it once and play enough.

Sang Xiaoyu said that she was still tired and wanted to take a good rest.

Jiang Chunhui refused, saying that climbing the mountain would help her absorb more fresh air.

Sang Xiaoyu broke down and said, "How can I have the strength to climb the mountain now?"

Jiang Chunhui said: "It's not a real mountain, it's just a fake mountain. If you can't climb it, you still have the stairs, and if you can't walk, you still have me."

Sang Xiaoyu didn't want to spoil her interest, in fact, she really didn't want to move in her heart, so she was forced by him to go back and put on her clothes.

Sang Xiaoyu put on a down jacket, while Jiang Chunhui only wore sportswear.

The outside of the hot spring is still a paradise for games and fun.

There are children's playgrounds, freehand rock climbing and other projects, and the so-called mountain is farther west.

At the beginning, the hillside was gentle, like flat ground. The higher you went, the steeper the terrain became. Sang Xiaoyu felt powerless after only a few steps.

Sang Xiaoyu knew that there was something wrong with her body. 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 palm was broad and warm.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a gentle flat ground. Sang Xiaoyu didn't say anything and decided to take a good rest here.

Jiang Chunhui agreed with a smile.

There are small blooming flowers everywhere on the rockery. Just now, I saw them as dots from a distance, but when I got closer, I felt that they were in clusters.

Sang Xiaoyu's favorite bright yellow baby's breath is full of pits and valleys, releasing the fragrance of flowers that is not easy to detect. Sang Xiaoyu sees that they are real flowers, and can't help but sigh the magic here, which is blooming in such a season.

The mountain is not too high, and many tourists are climbing it, especially lovers.

Sang Xiaoyu asked Jiang Chunhui, did the scenery here look like this?
Jiang Chunhui said in a little confusion, he didn't pay much attention to these things, but it must be different. It may be colorful in summer, but it is only in winter that it is so zero-adjusted.

In Sang Xiaoyu's mind, the spring here is just like the one in front of me, the grass just sprouted, and the little flowers shyly unfolded their dance clothes, and the summer will be a sea of ​​flowers, the golden autumn, and the snowy winter It's all white.

Sang Xiaoyu was thinking about it, Jiang Chunhui asked her what she was thinking about, and she said she was thinking about the four seasons, are they different scenery?

Jiang Chunhui said that he would bring her here often in the future, and wanted to take her to the real nature, where the scenery has no artificial traces.

The rockery is also a mountain, and it gets steeper as it goes up. Jiang Chunhui had to hold Sang Xiaoyu's hand and sometimes her waist to help.

Finally reached 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, and he took Sang Xiaoyu to sit on a raised place, carefully observing her pity eyes.

Sang Xiaoyu said, "What are you looking at? Did you have another bad idea?"

Jiang Chunhui shook his head and said: "You are a mystery to me, and I can't figure it out even if I try to. You have wiped out all bad thoughts. How come I don't have primitive impulses when I see you, but I just want to hug you in my arms." care."

Sang Xiaoyu smiled and said: "Don't say you are so great, men are like this at the beginning, if you say you are so pure, please keep it."

"What if I don't give up?" Jiang Chunhui said shamelessly.

"That doesn't even have the warmth now."

Jiang Chunhui glared and said, "Can't you let me stay in the illusion for a few more minutes?"

Sang Xiaoyu was also happy, and said: "You are a bit unrealistic, and I am not as beautiful as you said. It is all imagined by you. I am no different from others. They are all the same and very 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 for a moment, and said, "Our two-day relationship has taught me what...love is. Don't be angry, I like you without hiding it, since I was in high school.

In the past two days, as long as we are separated, I will have longing thoughts. The image of you in high school is clearly printed in my mind, and some things are unforgettablely recorded in my heart.

I know now that sometimes giving is a kind of gain without complaint or regret, without asking for anything in return. "

Sang Xiaoyu thought of a song, it was about first love, and it was also suitable for secret love, that is, "Meeting is worse than nostalgia", it is said that first love is for nostalgia, if we have to get together, the ending should be...

Sang Xiaoyu didn't want to think about it.

There are as many flowers and branches as there are autumn leaves falling.

Sang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered this sentence, in such an environment, in such a tone, even Sang Xiaoyu felt ambiguous.

Jiang Chunhui wanted to hug her, but Sang Xiaoyu turned around and ran away.

Jiang Chunhui pulled back Sang Xiaoyu, sat down again, and said helplessly:

"I used to really like you so much. For a while, I even fell into it. 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 members, don't think about these things that have nothing to do with us. It is also your reward for me to come out to play for a day today. It has been more than three years. I don't know what fun is anymore. Occasionally playing poker with my mother feels very happy.

I'm not a saint, I'm just an ordinary woman, I abide by my own principles, you help me, I am grateful to you, but I will not repay you in certain ways, we all obey our hearts, don't be forced other people's business. "

Jiang Chunhui looked at her infatuatedly, and said, "I don't have any wrong thoughts anymore, but I really want to hug you like a good friend, okay?"

Jiang Chunhui's eyes were full of anticipation, and Sang Xiaoyu glanced at his clear eyes, and finally nodded slightly.

Jiang Chunhui stood up, pulled Sang Xiaoyu up, and hugged 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 get fat...to get better..."

Jiang Chunhui never thought that a simple hug could make his whole body boil with excitement. It felt as if there were thousands of troops roaring in his body, and the blood in his veins was rushing unscrupulously...

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 be out of his body, and his wandering heart finally had a support.

And what about Sang Xiaoyu?She felt a strong arm surrounding herself, it was so warm and solid, giving people a sense of security and strength.

It seems that with him, she has become more confident and calm.

Both of them seem to be sticking to the same spot, but their relationship is like a wild horse that has taken off its rigidity. It is only a matter of time before it breaks into the restricted area.

(End of this chapter)