Zhao Rong led Qingjun through a bamboo forest and walked into the deep mountain forest without stopping.

The two of them were silent, one in front and one behind.

Wherever he went, she followed.

Zhao Rong took Qingjun to the top of the mountain and then walked down the bamboo mountain.

They crossed the Nuan Creek, climbed up Daiyan, and passed through the empty valley. Fine sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves of the trees. The two walked along the winding path, stepping on the moss-covered stone slabs. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the deep valley.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei went towards the depths of Nuanxi Bamboo Garden.

At a certain moment, the two came across a cliff. A stream was falling, forming a multi-level white waterfall on the stepped cliff fault. In the sunlight, it looked like a white ribbon.

The water splashes in the dancing sunlight, clear and sparkling, playing a natural vocal music.

The streamside is filled with mist, as warm as a hot spring, hazy and dreamy, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly pulled Zhao Rong's hand.

The two stopped and the latter turned back.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly broke free from Zhao Rong's hand. She lowered her head, lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, and trotted to a tree by the stream without saying a word.

Zhao Rong was curious, and then he saw Qingjun raise her hand, stand on tiptoe, lift her skirt with one hand and raise the other hand high. After a while, she came back with a bunch of green fruits.

Zhao Rong took a look and was suddenly in a trance. Mist was spreading beside the warm stream, and it was like spring all year round. Qingjun picked the ripe green plums.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked up at Zhao Rong, then held the green plums in both hands and went to the stream, put the plums into the clear stream water, washed them with her bare hands, and had a focused expression.

Zhao Rong, holding the white jade in his hand, came to her side with peace of mind and squatted down. He leaned over and stared at Qingjun's profile without blinking.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip lightly, tilted her squatting body to avoid Zhao Rong's "annoying" gaze, and continued to roll up her sleeves and wash the green plums with a serious movement.

Zhao Rong squatted, hugged his knees with his hands, took two small steps forward, and came to her side again, pressing his side against her, and his body gently squeezed her.

Just like a little puppy begging for help.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyelashes trembled. Although she did not turn to look at Zhao Rong, she did not dodge either.

She shifted her center of gravity quietly and leaned against him.

Zhao Rong smiled happily and continued to stare at Concubine Zhao Ling's profile. He felt that he could never get enough of looking at her serious look.

He suddenly raised his hand, hooked up a strand of naughty black hair in front of the lady's smooth forehead, and put it behind her ear.

However, while Zhao Rong was touching her hair, his fingertips lightly touched Zhao Lingfei's face, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

It feels soft and warm to the touch.

Qingjun's face seemed a little hot. Zhao Rong had an idea. After helping her to lift her hair, he continued to reach out and touch Zhao Lingfei's cheek.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei, who was washing plums, shuddered slightly when Zhao Rong touched her cheek. She tilted her head half-way like a kitten, squinted at Zhao Rong, and gently patted his "increasingly aggressive" big hand that was reaching out right under her eyelids.

Stopped his mischief.

Zhao Rong withdrew his hand in disappointment.

Zhao Lingfei raised her chin slightly and snorted softly, but her cheeks were still slightly flushed, which was the rouge from the place where his fingertips accidentally touched, and it had not yet completely faded.

Zhao Rong just felt that his wife looked very lovely at this moment.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was feeling a little proud at first, was stunned when she saw her husband staring at her foolishly after being hit on the hand. The next second, she quickly turned her head away, not daring to look at this enemy again. Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and stared straight at the green plum lying in her palm and being washed by the spring water. Her heart felt as if it was smeared with honey.

She blinked, picked up the smallest green plum in her hand, placed it between her red lips and white teeth, and took a light bite.

It’s very sweet, and it makes my heart sweet. I’ll never get tired of eating it.

Immediately, Concubine Zhao Ling held a dozen green plums in both hands, placed them in front of Zhao Rong, and moved her hand closer to him.

Zhao Rong was looking at the woman in a bun in a ruched skirt in front of him. She was half tilting her head back with a strand of black hair tucked behind her ear. Her fair and clean face was full of anticipation. She held the green plums up to him to eat. The water that had been scooped up in her haste to take the green plums out of the stream was dripping from the gaps between her slender fingers and fell on her chest-length ruched skirt that she had rarely worn.

Although her skirt was wet, Concubine Zhao Ling ignored it. Zhao Rong was reflected in her eyes with an expectant expression.

Zhao Rong frowned, stretched his hand under Qingjun's hand, and used both hands to catch the water dripping from between her fingers.

However, Concubine Zhao Ling opened her hands, and all the green plums fell into his hands that were catching water. She tilted her head and stared at him eagerly.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong pursed his lips, moved his hands back to his clothes, picked up a plum, but did not eat it immediately.

He and his wife looked at each other.

This was the unique tacit understanding that once existed between the two of them, and now it has been picked up again.

I still remember that when they were young, they liked to go to the back mountain to play. Qingjun loved to eat lotus seeds, but she didn't dare to pick them. She was pricked by the small thorns on the lotus stem and it hurt for three days. She also didn't like the sticky juice when the stem was broken. So, every time Qingjun felt greedy, she would eagerly pull Zhao Rong's hand and drag him to pick them. She would squat on the bank of the lotus pond with her chin supported and wait.

Zhao Rong loves to eat green plums. In the innocent time when they were little, they often rode on their bamboo horses together in spring and ran to the back mountain to pick plums. Just like now, Qingjun helped him pick and wash the plums every time and gave them to him to taste.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and stared intently at the green plums in his hands and the "green plums" in front of him. Everything was the same as it had been countless times before.

He suddenly said, "Qing Jun."

"Um?"

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and made a soft nasal sound.

"Just now at the gathering, there was no need to be like this..." Zhao Rong paused, then suddenly raised his head and smiled, his eyebrows dancing with joy, and said in a half-joking and half-serious tone: "You still don't trust me, your brother Rong'er? It only takes a few words to make that poem a hit."

Concubine Zhao Ling was slightly stunned, then looked at his smiling face and smiled brilliantly as well, "I believe it, and I have always believed it."

Her voice grew louder and her tone became serious.

After she finished speaking, Concubine Zhao Ling saw Zhao Rong's puzzled expression and shook her head. "But I still don't want you to change the words and care about their opinions..."

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and gazed at the green plum in his hand, smiling gently.

"You care this time, you care next time, you care every time, so in the end, are we living our lives together, or are we living our lives for them?"

Zhao Rong was silent, and after a moment, he nodded.

Then.

There was silence between the two for a while.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her hand and pushed Zhao Rong's hand holding the plum again.

Zhao Rong smiled and took a bite of the green plum in his hand, but after tasting it, he frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Concubine Zhao Ling also frowned.

Zhao Rong glanced at her, handed her a whole plum and put it next to her mouth.

Without even thinking, Concubine Zhao Ling's pink lips touched the green plum and she took a light bite. She said incoherently, "Mmm, sweet... Mmm."

Zhao Rong took back the hand that handed him the plum, took a bite, and nodded, "Yeah, this one is really sweet."

After saying that, before Concubine Zhao Lingfei could react, he ate up all the flesh of the "sweet plum" that she had bitten, and even threw the core into his mouth, smacked it, and then spit it out.

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

Zhao Rong blinked.

Concubine Zhao Ling’s beautiful eyes widened.