Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2339 It's not the cup of tea that Qing Ling is persistent about.

"I believe you."

Fu Yuejun stared at him for a long while before saying these three words. His eyes were clear and bright. When looking at someone innocently and harmlessly like this, it was usually the most difficult to figure out what she was thinking at the moment.

It is not easy to believe this sentence.

Hearing what she said, Qing Sui suddenly laughed, so that when the ultimate man laughed, his expression almost soared into the sky, giving off an infinitely heart-warming fragrance, and he was drunk when he smelled it.

It's a pity that she was once drunk by such a smile, and after the drunkenness left sequelae, she never dared to get drunk again.

"Your words actually moved me so much!"

Qing Sui smiled and looked at her, what she said was half-truth and half-false, her slender eyes were full of smiles, shining brightly, looking at her, surrounded her deeply and shallowly.

He added slowly and meaningfully: "I haven't known what it feels like to be moved for a long time. It feels like the feeling that my heart won't move!"

Yes, the feeling that the heart will not move.

Sometimes, he feels that he is dead, and sometimes, he feels that he is still alive.

There are actually a few plum blossoms planted in this other courtyard. At a glance, the white vase in the corner of the hall has already been filled with white and reddish peach blossoms, and there are still some snowflakes on it.

In the bright, with a decisive beauty, it was picked early and turned into a beauty in a bottle.

Fu Yuejun turned his head to glance at the sky outside, then stood up, took a cloak from a rack and put it on, and said goodbye to him: "People in the past don't worry about it, otherwise it will easily grow into cinnabar, and it will be difficult to get rid of it."

The wind blew over and blew her hair a little messy. Fu Yuejun stretched out his hand and brushed it, then laughed at himself and said, "That's how I am. My heart hurts every now and then. It's very uncomfortable."

Qing Sui didn't keep her, watching her back shaking in the wind and snow, and then disappeared at the door at the end of the courtyard.

The plum blossoms in the yard have already bloomed, sparsely, but extremely beautiful, the white snow falls on the tender red tips of the plum blossoms, this exquisiteness is really alluring.

In my memory, she was still in the capital.

Fu Yuejun always likes that every year when the plum blossoms first bloom, snowflakes fall on the tips of the plum blossoms. She holds an empty wine jar, braves the snow to pick the white snow from the plum blossoms, and gathers them in the wine jar.

Then use the snow water on the tip of the plum blossom to make tea.

She said that the tea brewed in this way is the most delicious.

Fragrant, sweet, with endless aftertaste.

Qing Sui sat there in a daze for a long time, drinking one cup after another for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly felt that the wine was really boring, so she got up and went to look for the wine jar.

Then he cleaned a gray-black wine jar by himself, braved the snow, went to the courtyard, stood under the plum trees, and carefully poured the clean snowflakes from the blossoming plum blossoms into the wine jar.

The cold wind was blowing, and Qing Sui felt cold all over, but her heart was happy.

Because he seemed to smell the snowflakes that he pushed into the jar from the plum blossom stamens, exuding the unique fragrance of plum blossoms, and finally understood why she was so persistent in making tea with the snowflakes on the plum blossom stamens.

Because it really is, the world is delicious.

What Qing Su is persistent about is not the cup of tea.

Qing Ling felt in a trance that when his outstretched hand touched the pistil of the plum blossom, and the moment the snowflake fell into the wine jar, he almost touched the soul of that woman.

(End of this chapter)