You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 218
Wen Qing'er persuaded Nian Xia for a long time before she persuaded Nian Xia, and sent Nian Xia out who took a step and looked back.

Wen Qing'er sat back at the table, guessing that Nian Xia had gone far away, so she quietly pulled out the bottom copy of "Erya" from the table.

A few pages were hollowed out inside, just to embed Ying Yu's letter to her.

As soon as she thought of Ying Yu, Wen Qing'er quietly took it out and studied it. Seeing that Ying Yu's handwriting was chic and elegant, she secretly longed for it and imitated it.

Wen Qing'er caressed the thin pages a thousand times, and now even the edges of the paper are curly.

Wen Qing'er didn't dare to touch it any more, she flattened it with a paperweight and put it aside, took a pen and paper and carefully copied it stroke by stroke.

I don't know how long it took, the candlelight turned into big beans again, Wen Qing'er put down her hair, and kneaded her sore wrist.

Wen Qinger was about to open the window to look into the distance, when there was a sound of fabric tearing through a thin layer of window paper, Wen Qinger's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly opened the window to look.

The man outside the window also lowered his head abruptly, Wen Qing'er's pupils shrank slightly, and they fell into the man's bright eyes.

Ying Yu saw the lanterns swaying in the wind in front of Wen's mansion, and greedily wanted to see the eaves of Yufuyuan, and the news about Wen's mansion that he inquired about from cloud to cloud automatically appeared in his mind.

This Yufu Garden is located on the west side of the backyard of Wen Mansion, facing the window of the peach blossom tree, which is the window of Qingqing's main house.

Ying Yu originally wanted to take a look at the growth of the peach blossom tree from a distance, but unexpectedly saw a silhouette on the carved window.

She nodded slightly, her hair fluttered lightly, and even her thick eyelashes cast a shadow.

Holding a pen with a slender hand, I don't know whether it is writing or painting.

Ying Yu sat on the top of the wall, through the criss-crossing peach tree branches, outlined the outline of Wen Qing'er with her fingers.

Using the sky as paper and fingers as pens, he traced the figure that he thought about day and night, Ying Yu couldn't help but his eyes blurred, he was actually crazy!
When he came back to his senses, he unexpectedly stepped on Qingqing's peach blossom tree and jumped down.

The protector of the peach blossom tree resisted his reckless behavior, broke off two or three branches, and tore through Ying Yu's cloak.

"Squeak--!"

With a soft sound, the carved window was pushed open, revealing a surprised and joyful face, Ying Yu was stunned on the ground, and finally saw Wen Qing'er whom he had been longing for.

Ying Yu held her breath, and there was only one thought in her mind for a while: If you can change Qingqing's side, this cloak is worth ruining!

The two were speechless for a while, both were shocked by this sudden meeting, and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for a while.

Ying Yu choked up her throat, lowered her eyes quietly, a little embarrassment appeared on her face, she couldn't even speak in a hoarse voice.

"I, I came here for a walk. I accidentally got here somehow."

Wen Qing'er came back to her senses, her cheeks were a little hot, she couldn't help laughing after hearing Ying Yu's words, and joked in a low voice: "Qing'er's Yufu Garden is not on the street."

Ying Yu lowered her head, wishing she could get into the cracks in the ground, and rubbed the torn cloak with her fingers helplessly, not knowing whether she should stay cheeky or turn around and leave quickly.

But who knows, at the next moment, Qingqing leaned out while leaning on the edge of the window.

Her fair face stopped a palm away from him, her eyes were half closed, her nose fluttered slightly, then she raised her head and smiled at him, "It turns out that A Yu is so bold even before drinking!"

Ying Yu held his breath, all the muscles in his body tensed.

From such a distance, he could even clearly see the soft, light golden down on Qingqing's face, her upturned eyelashes, and her blushing self reflected in her obsidian-like eyes.

(End of this chapter)