First marriage and love: good morning, my Mr. Feng

Chapter 45

When I arrived at Grandma Feng's house at night when it was already dark, Qiao Chenchen didn't notice at all and didn't see at all that there was actually a small hill not far behind Grandma Feng's house.

It was Feng Yi who took her around a small path, and Qiao Chenchen saw it as the sky was gradually getting brighter.

What surprised Qiao Chenchen even more was the entire green wheat field under the hillside. The gentle breeze brushed her cheeks, and the smell of wheat leaves mixed with the smell of green grass faintly permeated her nostrils.

It makes people feel very warm in the heart for a while.

The path up the hill was steep and slippery, but Feng Yi kept holding on to her hand tightly and never let go, so Qiao Chenchen was able to follow him up the hill safely.

Feng Yi seemed to have been here before, and led her around a thorny bush with ease, to the rock behind the grass on the top of the hill, and sat down against the rock.

Because it was morning, the sky was still a little bit cold, and felt that Ren'er's hands were a little cold, Feng Yi frowned slightly, reached out and pulled her into his arms, and asked in a low voice: "Is it cold?" ?”

Qiao Chenchen sniffed, rubbed his head lightly, changed into a comfortable position and leaned against his arms, looking at the clear and bright eyes of the wheat field at the foot of the mountain, "Fortunately..."

Feng Yi held her hand tightly.

At that time, the end of the wheat field, that is, the horizon slowly turned white. Unlike the usual rising, the sun seemed to pop out all of a sudden, and the clouds and mists slowly dispersed, forming one or two flowers. The white clouds, the entire gray sky was rendered densely by the faint golden light...

Immediately afterwards, the vast expanse of verdant wheat fields at the foot of the mountain were quickly covered with golden light. The wheat fields swayed and floated in the breeze, like an undulating ocean. Under the general illumination, it is even more radiant, incomparably showing the bright light of vitality.

It’s not that it’s so beautiful and shocking, because what she likes most in her bones is watching the sunrise at the beach. She thinks that kind of sunrise will be very pure and beautiful, without the slightest flaw, but the sunrise rising in the vast wheat field, It was the first time for Qiao Chenchen to see that feeling of the sun quickly covering the wheat field, which was warmer than anything else, as if that ray of sunshine filled the whole heart, making her feel that moment was especially beautiful.

She glanced up at the man above her head, and found that he was also watching the distant sunrise very intently and tenderly. At that moment, a strange feeling surged in her heart.

It was the first time she knew that Feng Yi also liked watching the sunrise.

However, this was the first time she and him watched the sunrise together.

What is rare is that although the two have always had their own thoughts, this time they seem to fall in love with the same sunrise.

Sunrise, what a beautiful sight.

No matter how sad the night is, no matter how difficult the clouds and smoke of the past are to disperse, at sunrise, everything will be changed, and the whole person will be bathed in the first ray of light.Only at that time, it seems that I can pretend that I am actually the original self.

Qiao Chenchen leaned in the man's arms, looked at the clear golden color in the distance, and slowly closed his eyelids with some sleepiness...

The surroundings are still very quiet and quiet. In such a warm morning, I want to make people lazy, close their eyes, don't think about anything, don't care about anything...

Feng Yi seemed to feel the light and shallow breathing of the person in his arms. He looked down at the peaceful sleeping face in his arms for a moment, then lowered his head slightly and kissed her smooth and white forehead. Gently touching her forehead, he hugged her tightly, and the deep eyes were mixed with a touch of unfathomable darkness.

All his tenderness is unknown.also can not.

(End of this chapter)