Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 761 This wine is also called acacia wine
"Where to go?"

"You'll know when you come."

After saying that, Feng Qingchen handed over a piece of white silk.

Bai Mingwei was confused: "Do I need to cover my eyes?"

Feng Qingchen shook his head: "Hold it, I will take you there."

Bai Mingwei stretched out his hand and held one end of the white silk.

The color is as white as snow, flowing on the palm of the hand like frost. The pear blossom at the end is not conspicuous, but it embellishes this small piece of white silk even more beautifully.

The moment he raised his eyes, Feng Qingchen had already walked away.

Bai Mingwei followed him slowly.

At this moment, he, who was blind, was leading the way, but she, who had a panoramic view of the world, followed obediently.

This scene is somewhat strange, but the person who leads the way can lead the way well, and the people following him have no worries about getting lost.

The two climbed up a low hill and passed several lush trees.

Feng Qingchen suddenly looked back and asked, "Does it look like we are on our way to a church to get married?"

"You get off the sedan chair and come to a strange place. I hand you the red silk and tell you to follow me and don't be afraid."

"I led you across the brazier, past the relatives and friends who blessed us, and came to my parents' spiritual tablets, using heaven and earth as evidence..."

Bai Mingwei interrupted him: "Are you thinking too far?"

Feng Qingchen turned around and continued walking forward: "This scene has appeared in my dreams many times."

Bai Ming looked at the tall and tall figure in front of him, his eyes shining with little rays of light.

She warned: "It's downhill ahead, so be careful."

Feng Qingchen responded: "I can't take you into a ditch, don't worry."

The two of them were speechless, only the night wind blew by their ears, bringing bursts of lotus fragrance.

After crossing the hill, the scenery suddenly opened up.

It is a deep lake.

The heart of the wave is rippling, and the cold moon is silent.

A small painting boat was parked on the shore. The painting boat had moon-white gauze curtains as curtains.

The breeze is gentle and the veil is dancing.

A furry little head poked out, and then used its plump body to open the curtain, as if inviting the two of them to come up.

Feng Qingchen stepped up, then stretched out his hand: "I'll help you."

Bai Mingwei didn't refuse and put her hand on his palm.

There was a slight coolness in that hand, just like his whole person had a cold temperament.

Bai Ming was slightly stunned.

She was an extraordinary martial artist, but she stumbled when getting on the boat and fell into his arms.

Unlike that cold hand, this embrace was warm.

It's like being held in your father's arms when you were a child. It's so reassuring and comfortable that you don't want to leave.

Feng Qingchen was stunned, and his whole body was as stiff as wood.

After reacting, he reached out and hugged the warmth in his arms.

A gauze lantern swayed on the boat, and the light and shadow fell on the clear lake. The lake surface was reflected brightly, and the figures of the two embracing each other were also reflected.

However, it was only for a moment, so short that the ripples caused by the rocking of the boat had not spread a few layers. After Feng Qingchen held the person steady, he let go of his arms.

He said, "Be careful."

Bai Mingwei was speechless, and his thoughts had not yet been taken away from the sudden embrace.

Even though she has a cold-hard will, deep down in her heart she still has the soft feelings of her daughter.

The unexpected contact just now was like a soft kitten's paw, gently scratching the softness wrapped in a hard shell deep inside.In an instant, his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

A face also turned red.

It's just that she is used to restraint and doesn't show her strangeness.

But the lights on the boat still illuminated her red cheeks clearly.

The little white ferret turned his head to look at her, seeming to be attracted by the wonderful color that could not be adjusted out.

Feng Qingchen put his hand on the little white ferret's head, covering his staring eyes: "Xiao Bai, you are drunk."

The little white ferret pushed Feng Qingchen's hand away with her paws, clenched her front paws and babbling.

It’s like saying again: Even if you don’t drink, you will still be drunk.

Bai Ming slightly lifted the curtain and walked in. The coolness emanating from the ice cubes placed in the boat finally drove away some of the heat on his cheeks.

She pretended to be calm and sat down, her tense body showing her nervousness.

The two of them sat across from each other on the floor, with a small coffee table in the middle. On the coffee table was a clay bowl with ice cubes in it.

Buried in the ice was a small wine bottle.

Feng Qingchen said: "I'll treat you to a drink to celebrate your birthday in advance."

Why is her birthday always celebrated in advance?

Just because her mother was still alive before she was born, she was celebrating because her mother was filled with her own joy.

Bai Mingwei heard the words but did not speak.

Feng Qingchen whispered: "I believe that your mother must be happy when she is pregnant with you."

"I also believe that in her eyes, your birth was never a mistake; if she can still talk to you, she will definitely tell you that she is proud of you."

At the mention of his mother, the warmth on Bai Mingwei's cheeks gradually dissipated.

Those beautiful autumn eyes were filled with water vapor unconsciously.

She said: "It's amazing. Sometimes I dream about my mother's voice. I can't see her and don't know where I am, but I can feel her tenderness and happiness."

Feng Qingchen took out the wine bottle, poured a glass and handed it to Bai Mingwei.

He said: "I think that when you were still in your mother's womb, she would caress you every day, whisper nice words to you, and tell you that she hoped you would be healthy, safe, and grow up happily."

Bai Mingwei used her fingertips to pick up the water droplets from the corners of her eyes, and she picked up the cup handed to her by Feng Qingchen: "My six sisters all have their maiden names derived from the Book of Songs, except for me."

"My name was left by my mother. She once said before her death that if it was a boy, then I would be named Bai Heng; if it was a daughter, I would be named Mingwei."

"In "The Book of Rites·Liyun" there is: 'This is why etiquette is the king's handle, so don't be dissatisfied with it. It is clear and subtle, you can be a good friend, ghosts and gods, examine the system, and be benevolent and righteous, so you can govern the government and ensure the king's safety.'"

"Actually, my name has nothing to do with it. My mother said that the most important thing for a girl is to live a clean life. Clearly, even a tiny speck of dust in this world of mortals doesn't matter."

"So my name is Mingwei. I believe that my mother loves me. The reason why Brother Qi celebrates my birthday every time is because he knows that before I was born, my mother was pregnant with me. I must be happy and joyful.”

After saying that, Bai Mingwei raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

The wine hits your teeth and flows down your throat.

Her eyes lit up: "This is..."

Feng Qingchen said: "This is Liuxia wine. It is the treasure of Zui today. There are less than ten jars in the cellar."

Bai Mingwei praised again and again: "I thought the current Amber Light and Green Ant Brew were the best, but I didn't expect that this Liuxia Wine would be more mellow than the Amber Light Green Ant Brew."

Feng Qingchen poured her another glass: "What do you think?"

Bai Mingwei nodded hurriedly: "I don't know why. If you ask me how it feels, I have read a lot of books, but I can't find the right words to describe it."

"When drinking this wine, one actually feels a touch of sadness, but that sadness is mixed with a little bit of sweetness."

Feng Qingchen raised his wine glass: "This wine also has another name, it's called lovesickness. Isn't the taste of lovesickness just sadness mixed with honey?"

Bai Mingwei took another sip and had endless aftertaste: "There are less than ten jars in the cellar, how did you get it?"

(End of this chapter)