Straight to the modern sweetness of Master Jin and Cui Xiaobai

Q Retirement Park

Jin Xuanxiu took Xizhen's shoulders and walked along the cobblestone path shaded by fragrant wood, and walked into a bamboo forest. At the entrance of the bamboo forest, there was a quaint green bamboo archway. On the horizontal plaque on the top of the archway were written three vigorous and powerful official script characters "Tui". Habitat Garden".

"Xizhen walk further, we'll be home soon." Looking at the girl's fair and transparent face, with fine sweat breaking out, Jin Xiuxuan was a little worried.

"Xizhen, it's good for me to carry you home. I still remember that when we were in Florence, my parents led us to play hide-and-seek in Piazzale Michelangelo. You accidentally sprained your foot. I was the one who carried you home."

The girl shook her head, and followed him to continue walking, as if the childhood anecdotes the boy told were all other people's stories and had nothing to do with her.

They continued to walk in the quiet and fresh bamboo grove, and the sound of running water gradually came, and the unique fragrance of bamboo leaves and the fragrance of white lotus rushed into their noses, refreshing.

At the end of the bamboo forest is a small lake with water as clear as a mirror. Surrounded by green bamboos, lotus leaves touching the sky are laid out in a patchwork pattern on the surface of the lake, and the creamy white lotus leaves sway gently with the breeze.

On the island in the middle of the lake, the Chinese-style pavilions are more simple and elegant against the backdrop of lush orchid grass.

"Xizhen, my father knew that you like water and loves bluegrass, so he built a small building in the middle of the lake for you on the island. This is our common home." While talking about the home his father built for them, Jin Xiuxuan led the girl Go to a ferry covered with green bamboo boards by the lake.

He squatted down, untied the rope on the pillar of the ferry, moved the girl's black suitcase onto the bamboo raft, and jumped onto the bamboo raft lightly.

He held on to the bamboo wormwood with one hand, and reached out to the girl on the ferry with the other. The girl looked into his eyes, hesitated for a moment, but still grabbed his hand and got down on the bamboo raft.

Xizhen sat quietly on the bamboo raft, slightly leaning against the green bamboo railing on the bamboo raft, stretched out her hand silently, touched the green lotus leaves, and suddenly murmured softly to herself:

The flowers and leaves are not related to each other in the world, and the flowers enter the golden pots and leaves as dust.

Only the green lotus and the red Hangu, roll up and open together Ren Tianzhen.

The flowers and the leaves are in harmony with each other, and the emerald green reduces the red, and the sorrow kills people.

Standing on the bow of the boat, supporting the bamboo raft, Jin Xiuxuan could not help sighing heavily when he heard that Xizhen, who had been familiar with ancient Chinese poems since childhood, could only recite such sad lines to Hanlian, whom he loved so much.

The bamboo raft gradually moved to the island in the middle of the lake, Xizhen looked at the castle in the water, and a tear fell silently from the corner of her eyes...

When the bamboo raft landed, Jin Xiuxuan tied up the bamboo raft, picked up Xizhen, and took her into their common home wearing flowers and brushing willows.

Knowing that Xizhen doesn't like strangers, the retreat garden just sends people to do housework and repair flowers and plants regularly every day.

Passing through the elegantly furnished living room, Xizhen followed Jin Xiuxuan to a bamboo arch on the first floor. On the door hung an orchid plaque in relief carved with agarwood wood, engraved with the words "Shufeng Lanyue" in neat and powerful regular script Four such elegant and carefree fonts.

Xizhen slowly pushed open the bamboo leaf door, and the fragrance of orchids and lotus root in the room came rushing in. Except for the door, the almost 360-degree arc-shaped floor-to-ceiling glass windows were half-panelled with bamboo latticework. It is made into a railing, and the whole room is surrounded by flowers full of lakes.

Xizhen's always empty eyes finally had a gleam of brilliance.

She walked into the room quietly, with a large cypress bed, an exquisite classical desk and a bookshelf full of ancient poems, and a European-style classical European-style wardrobe full of the most popular and exquisite cosmetics and skin care products that all girls dream of. dresser.

She came to the terrace and pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows used for the window. The scattered hanju swayed in front of the window, and the whole room seemed to be floating on the blue waves of lotus leaves.

Jin Xiuxuan knocked lightly on the door, looked at her younger sister standing by the window, and said in an elder brother's caring tone: "Xizhen, this was arranged for you by my mother and father together before she left, see if there is anything else you need. Just tell me."

Xizhen put her hand through the green bamboo railing, casually kissed Hanyu outside the window, silently shook her head and stopped talking.

"Then Xizhen, take a rest first. I called Dr. Wei just now. Dr. Wei has boarded the plane at Incheon Airport and should be able to arrive in Beijing in the afternoon."