Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Sweetheart
The mountaintop is empty and quiet, the wind has died down,
Qin Jingyao stood up and gently pinched her smooth and hot cheek with his long fingers.
The handsome face that dominated my mind suddenly disappeared, and the invisible sticky air also dissipated. The emotions that had just surged as if they had entered a barrier also slowly subsided.
Thinking of the impulse just now, Lan Nongnong's cheeks suddenly flushed red, and her bright and moist eyes flickered and she turned away, not daring to look at him. The cheek flesh that was touched by him felt even hotter than if it were burned.
Really obsessed with sex...
The two of them were in love and were dating here. It was not a deliberate creation of beauty, but the most touching thing. It was inevitable that they could not help themselves.
If it happens in the future, the situation will be like this, and it will naturally lead to a further improvement in the relationship between the two parties.
Lan Nongnong wanted to, and dared to, but she was afraid of scaring the man she had finally caught up with, and making him look frivolous. If he regretted his decision, or held a grudge against her, it would be a loss.
I think even in the future, kissing in less than a month is indeed fast.
Besides, this place is full of people coming and going. If they really hugged each other just now, it would be considered a scandal for the world and would spread all over the city in a day.
When I think about it this way, the restless thoughts in my heart are completely put aside.
Lan Nongnong raised her hands to rub her burning cheeks, took a deep breath to clear her throat, and said as naturally as possible: "That's not necessary. I have to go visit my elders tomorrow and will be back the next day."
She was lively and innocent, and told him her story frankly early on. Even if Qin Jingyao didn't want to find out, he knew everything.
When he was young, he was sent to a nunnery and raised by the nunnery people. He was regarded as his own family. He left the nunnery a year ago and entered the secular world, living alone in Yuqing.
"When do you want to leave tomorrow? I'll send someone to take you there."
Lan Nongnong wanted to refuse, but when she looked at his face, her sparkling eyes shone like a swimming fish, and she puffed her cheeks slightly and said, "I am your lover. How can I let someone else see you off when you go to visit your elders?"
This woman's mind is really simple, her eyes and face can't hide any thoughts at all, her words are almost explicit, how could Qin Jingyao let her down?
"Nong Nong's words make sense, but I was not thoughtful enough. So, I will come to see you off tomorrow, and then I will follow Nong Nong's instructions."
Such knowledge and interest made Lan Nongnong feel as satisfied as if she were drinking a glass of ice drink on a hot day.
The corners of her lips, already unable to contain themselves, could no longer be restrained, and she said in a light tone, "The aunts have morning classes. We will set off early at noon. The carriage will take more than half an hour, and by then the aunts will have finished their classes."
Qin Jingyao nodded with a smile. Since he wanted to send her off, he would let her arrange the time.
"good."
Lan Nongnong's eyes curved in delight as she heard this. She then picked up the rattan basket and took out a white porcelain pot and a small bowl of the same color filled with iced plum soup. She poured a cup into the pot and handed it to him, saying with a smile, "The ice has melted now, so the temperature should be perfect. Come and try my cooking."
The white cup and red juice, the red and white collide, the aroma is clear and sweet, with a hint of coolness, just looking at it makes people salivate. For those who go mountaineering in Linxia, it is indeed a cup of throat-soothing wine.
With Qin Jingyao's status and position, it was not uncommon for him to have access to imperial wine. He would never accept such a cup of ice plum drink in front of him.
At that moment, he only paused for a moment, sympathizing with her attentiveness at this moment, and with a smile on his lips, he raised his head and drank it. Then he gestured with his empty cup, savored it for a moment, and praised the woman who looked at him with wide eyes, "It tastes sweet and refreshing, with a smooth and refreshing taste, and it is a testament to the craftsmanship."
Being praised by her beloved, Lan Nongnong could not hide her pride, and her smile became even brighter.
Seeing her holding the pot to pour again, Qin Jingyao grasped her wrist, changed the white pot to hers, raised his wrist to press his fingers, and smoothly poured a cup to her: "Have you thought of a scene to be included in the painting?"
Lan Nongnong took the cup, and her mind was immediately diverted. She looked around and suddenly exclaimed,
"There were quite a few of us when we went up the mountain just now. How come after all this time, we're still just you and me?"
Qin Jingyao lowered his eyes and washed his hands, then said casually, "The sun is at its zenith. I guess they turned back halfway."
Lan Nongnong asked casually at first, but she regained her composure in an instant and observed carefully. The porcelain cup was not big. She tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp. Then she put the empty cup down, took a handkerchief and touched her lips. After washing her hands, she walked out of the pavilion with light steps.
The mountaintop was empty except for the hexagonal pavilion built later. She looked back and felt that the man sitting in the pavilion, looking at her quietly, was more beautiful than countless other scenery.
Lan Nongnong tried her best to suppress her growing emotions, took a deep breath, and with great difficulty averted her gaze. She reached the edge of the mountaintop and immediately looked towards the protruding rock of the Immortal Terrace. Just as she was about to step onto it, a stern shout suddenly came from behind her.
“Nong Nong!”
Lan Nongnong put down her foot and turned around to look, and saw that the man who had been sitting quietly just now had stood up and was looking at her from a distance.
The terrace is wide, about four or five hundred meters. Outside the pavilion, the sun is shining, and below the pavilion, it is shaded. It is so high that it seems to touch the eaves of the pavilion.
Lan Nongnong couldn't see the expression on his face for a moment, but she seemed to sense his nervousness, and her heart was sweet. She raised her arm and waved at him, saying loudly: "Don't worry, don't worry, I will be careful!"
After saying that, she suddenly ran towards him, holding up her skirt. Without him responding, she pulled him back. In her joy, she didn't notice anything else. When she got to the stone platform, she asked him to hold her hand. She still went up the stone platform and looked down carefully. Suddenly, a strong sense of weightlessness came over her, startling her so much that she felt dizzy for a moment and retreated.
The mountain wind blew up suddenly, twisting her green and pink clothes into layers of waves. She had specially tied up her long hair for climbing today, looking fresh and neat. Now she felt relaxed, so she took off the hairband and the hairpin.
Her hair was well-maintained, with black roots and straight hair that felt soft and silky to the touch. It had now grown past her hips, but although it was beautiful, it was inconvenient to comb and wash. If it had not been for the difficulty she had in combing and washing her hair, and if it had not been for the aunts who persuaded her with both emotion and reason, and finally agreed to cut her hair, I'm afraid her hair would have reached her knees by now.
Thousands of black hairs spun down in an instant, which was extremely beautiful. Then they were lifted up by the mountain wind and danced gracefully.
Lan Nongnong handed him the hairband and hairpin, took his hand and turned around, looking down at him with a condescending smile and said: "The person who left the legend should be standing here, so we are here, and under the pavilion."
She pointed at the pavilion, then stretched out her arms and tilted her head back slightly, her eyes slightly lowered. Her expression was solemn, but her lips couldn't help but curl up. "I also want a separate portrait. Look at me, I look like a fairy in this."
Her clothes fluttered, her hair danced in the wind, her fair face was bathed in the bright sun, adding to her charm.
Behind her was the boundless world, and she looked down from a high place, looking as if she were a fairy. However, her curved lips, filled with affection and joy, brought her into the mortal realm.
Qin Jingyao looked up at her. The glaring sunlight made him squint slightly. The coldness and displeasure he had felt at her disobedience and even dragging him along with her disappeared instantly. He curled his lips slightly, held her hand with a little force, and the ethereal woman floated into his arms like a cloud.
After hearing her description, at this moment, he really seemed to be pulling a fairy who was about to fly into the sky back to the mortal world.
She pinched her soft cheeks with her long fingers and smiled softly, "Your figure is light and graceful, like a fairy, but your eyes are bright and energetic, and your cheeks are plump. In my opinion, you don't look like a fairy, but a beautiful girl in the world."
Lan Nongnong was indulging in his sudden dominance, and after hearing such sweet words, she could no longer resist. Her cheeks flushed, and she buried herself deeper in his arms.
The pleasant cold fragrance immediately filled her stomach, and the pounding of her heart in her chest was deafening. Her delicate ingot-shaped earlobes and neck were also red.
"Although beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, what you said is indeed true."
The muffled voice seemed to be covered with molasses, yet it was so straightforward that it made people smile.
There was no shade on the top of the mountain, and the midday sun shone directly down, making it quite hot. I felt like if I stayed any longer, I would either faint from the heat or get drunk.
Lan Nongnong pulled out of his arms with reluctance, put her hands on the awning to find the right angle, took two steps forward and hid in the shadow of his body, while pulling him step by step, and went into the pavilion.
Qin Jingyao never knew that he could be used as a shade.
He glanced at the woman leaning against him, who was clever and cunning, and sometimes cleverly avoided the sunlight. His chest shook for a moment, and he suddenly pulled his hand away. Under the woman's astonished gaze, he raised his arm and spread his sleeves. His hand was still wrapped around her hair ornaments, and the sunlight falling on her was completely blocked.
"Let's go."
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If one wants to find a fairyland, it should be a night with a clear sun and a full moon. However, since we are two single men and a single woman, we cannot meet at night.
However, although the night view is difficult to see, it does not mean that there is no place to start writing.
On the stone table in the pavilion, the rattan basket and other items had been removed, leaving only a piece of white rice paper half the length of a person spread out. A man in a Qingshan blue robe, his black hair half tied up with a jade crown, looked serious, with his sleeves rolled up and a pen in hand.
Just leaning forward slightly, it is like a bamboo swaying in the wind, elegant and graceful.
Lan Nongnong was standing beside him, watching him paint attentively, but she didn't know when her gaze shifted from the painting to the painter.
When we first met, he was distant and aloof, but after getting to know her, he became cold and dignified. However, he would take everything she said seriously and take it to heart.
For example, during this climb, he protected her and held her hand all the way. Even when he carried her down just now, his strong arms and broad chest were enough to prove that he was not just a thin scholar with ordinary physique who only knew how to write.
Such a perfect lover who is both talented in literature and martial arts is hers!
Outside the pavilion is quiet and spacious, the wind blows from time to time, and the light and shadow shift quietly.
There are two people in the pavilion, one is bent over with a pen, the other is staring intently, although there is no word, but the mind understands tacitly,
During the journey, Yao Jing's followers brought tea, snacks, fresh fruits, and even steaming hot meals.
Lan Nongnong only touched a few pieces of snacks and fruits, then sat aside, holding her chin with both hands, quietly admiring the beauty, until the face suddenly disappeared from her eyes. She quickly regained her senses and looked back,
The next moment, a gentle force gripped her left cheek. She blinked and tilted her head to look in the direction of the force. The woman with fluttering hair and a graceful figure suddenly appeared in her sight.
"This is, me?"
Lan Nongnong's parents both teach in colleges and universities. Her mother studied calligraphy and painting with her grandfather for many years and is quite famous in the local area.
Due to her family's education, in addition to her studies, she and her brothers and sisters were also required to practice calligraphy and painting since childhood. Limited by her experience and skills, she was far from reaching the level of her mother, but her eyesight was not bad.
She mentioned painting to him and praised him, just to strengthen their relationship. She had never seen his paintings, and it was inconvenient for him to go out, so she did not put much hope in him.
The painting before me, with ink on white paper and minimalist tones, is nonetheless a masterpiece, showcasing its essence and artistic conception, precisely these plain black and white.
The sky is high and the land is vast, the mountain wind is invisible, and only one woman is isolated from the world.
Her appearance, expression, and even the details of her clothing, the style of the sky, the outline of the mountains, the flow of clouds, just a few strokes of the pen connect the character with the aura of heaven and earth in an exquisite way.
What's more, in his writing, her appearance was endowed with charm, three times more beautiful than the real person!
In the painting, she stands with her eyes downcast and an indifferent expression. This almost divine sense of alienation makes her completely different from her outside of the painting, yet it perfectly matches her heart's desire!
At this moment, Lan Nongnong was completely obsessed with the portrait. Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed, and her slender white fingers wanted to touch it several times, but she was afraid of damaging the painting, so she withdrew her hand and suddenly hugged the arm of the person holding the painting.
His eyes were filled with admiration as he looked up, and he couldn't stop praising her: "Yao Jing, your painting skills are amazing. Your ideas are at the highest level, and the paintings that come to life on paper are so stunning that they're not even a fraction of yours!"
"Also, you painted me so beautifully, but in your heart, I am just like this?"
Qin Jingyao was shaken by her and smiled. He had been fed with flattery. He chuckled when he heard this. He lowered his eyes to look at her, gently pinched the plump cheek with two fingers, and shook his head. "Although the portrait is beautiful, it is far less vivid and lively than Nong Nong. The painting cannot compare to the person."
Lan Nongnong felt her heart blossom with joy, her watery eyes and rosy cheeks so charming. She hugged his arm and said happily, "You should also add the date and signature. Hmm... just write Shengchao, Yonghui thirty-second year, April 28th, Yao Jing painted this for my beloved Lan Nongnong at Wangxian Mountain!"
Qin Jingyao paused for a moment while writing, his eyes turning to the face of the woman who was leaning against him, emitting a cheerful aura. He unexpectedly met her eyes.
The outline is round and slightly long, with an inner hook and an outer hook. It is more charming than almond eyes, and more innocent than phoenix eyes. The pupils are black and bright, shining like precious black beads in a clear spring, with clear black and white, and clear to the bottom.
There is not a trace of impurities in sight, and it seems that it should not be stained by the impurities of the world.
After a while, he raised his wrist and held the pen, moving the brush slowly and accurately, bringing the woman's wish into shape.
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