Chapter 180 Citrus Sweetness
Since her rebirth, Song Qingxing has been busy with work and has very little time to rest. Being able to take time out to soak in the bath for half an hour is the greatest luxury.
But today she experienced a feeling she had never experienced before.
In the past, I went to such outdoor snow scenes with a mission, either to take beautiful photos, or to shoot a variety show or promotional video.
There has never been such a free moment, I can walk on the snow like a child.
"Xie Jingcheng, look!"
Song Qingxing stopped at a place, and her shiny hiking boots drew a heart on the snow.
Xie Jingcheng walked over to her side, looked at the love and couldn't make any sense of it, so he could only praise it.
"It's a very standard love."
Song Qingxing: ...
If you can't praise me, you don't have to. I never force anyone. She squatted down and touched the thin, cold snow with her slender fingertips.
Song Qingxing originally wanted to write the names of both of them, but if she wrote them one stroke at a time, Xie Jingcheng's name was too complicated. There were too many strokes and it was difficult to write. It would be easy to blur the snow into one piece, and it would be easy to freeze her fingers.
She had taken off her gloves now. Song Qingxing thought for a moment and an idea suddenly came to her mind.
Yes, if you don’t want to write, then use a more concise way.
Green apricots are green and unripe apricots.
My mother has a low level of education. She stopped going to school after completing nine years of compulsory education and started farming at home.
We planted a lot of fruit trees at home at the beginning, and apricots were among the first to ripen.
So, my mother said that when she was pregnant, she especially wanted to eat green apricots, so she gave herself this name.
However, Song Qingxing didn't find it unpleasant.
On the contrary, whenever my name is mentioned, I will think of the furry little apricots hanging among the lush branches and leaves, which are a little cute.
Therefore, many of Song Qingxing's fans would send her photos of apricots. Song Qingxing could easily draw the appearance of a green apricot, hanging on a branch with some fluff growing on it.
Then……
Then there is Xie Jingcheng.
One of the other person's names refers to an object, and it is a relatively luxurious one. Just draw an oval first, and then draw a wooden handle.
This is how we complete this little mirror.
Represents Xie Jingcheng.
Song Qingxing then looked up at Xie Jingcheng.
"Drawing hearts this way makes them interesting, otherwise they'll just become commonplace."
Xie Jingcheng couldn't help but take out his cell phone to take pictures.
Staring at these two items, this is mostly the nickname fans give them.
"nice."
Xie Jingcheng is not stingy with compliments, and Song Qingxing can easily hear her compliments, but only those who have been with Xie Jingcheng in the past know how difficult it is to get a compliment from her.
The two of them walked and stopped for a long time before they reached the lake at the foot of the hillside, and they didn't even reach the foot of the mountain.
The lake was not frozen, and some umbrellas could be seen on both sides of the lakeshore, some transparent, some white, and some black. Obviously, there were some tourists who woke up early.
Getting up early to enjoy the unique tranquility of the scenic area is indeed a good choice.
Passing the lake, there are high steps ahead. Because it is winter, the moss has lost its vitality and is a withered yellow color, almost dead.
But as long as the winter snow melts, these mosses, which are only left with a last breath, will be able to return to their lush green appearance in a few days.
Song Qingxing began to stretch her body and planned to climb the stairs. She walked up the stairs all the way and walked a long way in one breath. When she passed the first small flat slope, her body still felt able to bear it.
But when I climbed halfway up the mountain, my body seemed to have been overdrawn to the limit, which shouldn't be the case.
I used to be an idol. When idols perform, they have to jump around on the stage for two or three hours straight, so their lung vitality and physical fitness must not be low.
Maybe I was a little too excited today and didn’t conserve my energy when climbing, so I started to feel exhausted halfway through.
Song Qingxing looked around and unexpectedly found a courtyard where she could take a break and hide from the fine snowflakes.
"Xie Jingcheng, do you want to rest?"
Although she really wanted to rest, Song Qingxing did not show it.
Just breathing deeply, letting the mist drift in the sky, Song Qingxing asked with blinking eyes.
It’s weird…his acting skills weren’t that bad when he was acting.
Xie Jingcheng couldn't help but think in his heart, but he still followed the other party's meaning and nodded easily.
"rest."
The two of them leaned against the railing. Xie Jingcheng rummaged through his pockets and found the small oranges he had brought with him. They could be peeled in one go.
"Try it."
“Although it’s not the variety your father brought, it’s still delicious.”
The small oranges that Song Qingxing's father brought that day were a local specialty. Unfortunately, they ripened early, so by winter they were basically gone.
The only thing we can do is find similar alternatives.
Song Qingxing looked at the peeled orange and nodded, but she did not reach out to take it. Instead, she bent down and took a bite of the orange.
The tip of the tongue brushes across the fingertips intentionally or unintentionally, which is simply the highest level of teasing.
Xie Jingcheng's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't resist at all.
But now we are outdoors, so no matter how wild our thoughts are, we have to put them aside.
"It's delicious, Xie Jingcheng, don't you want to eat it?"
After the frost season, the flavor and sugar content of oranges begin to increase, making them sweet and refreshing.
"Um."
Xie Jingcheng peeled another one and put it into her mouth. She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but her tongue tip also licked the tip of her finger, because this was the place that had just been touched by the little rabbit.
After resting for a while halfway up the mountain, Song Qingxing felt like she was alive again. She stretched out a bit and continued walking forward.
The steps end here. Originally there was a small garden halfway up the mountain. Because the garden was built, the steps were not built.
Instead, the road leading to the mountains was arbitrarily laid out with bluestone blocks. This kind of road was difficult for the elderly to climb, but it was still possible for young people.
Song Qingxing threw out her hiking stick.
Climbing slowly.
Sometimes when she was too tired to walk, she could feel someone pushing her from behind.
Those hands were very powerful, and Song Qingxing knew who they belonged to without having to think. She relaxed and let some of her body weight go to them.
Finally, the winding mountain road was finished.
The two of them reached the top of the mountain. Song Qingxing looked into the distance and saw exquisite houses covered with snow. Birds were perched on the electric poles, shaking off the snow.
"Xie Jingcheng, we've climbed up!"
In the past, Song Qingxing couldn’t understand why some people were so obsessed with climbing mountains, but she finally understood after experiencing it herself.
The moment you reach the top of the mountain and look into the distance, you will feel a joy of victory in your heart.
Song Qingxing turned her head, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Xie Jingcheng very actively.
"Yeah, I climbed up."
While Xie Jingcheng was answering, he didn't realize that his ears hidden under his hair had quietly turned red.
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