They will only watch the end of the fireworks conference, which originally had the highlight of the travel plan.

Lu Huaiyu hugged her and lay on the long sofa chair. The curtains were opened and outside the large glass window were fireworks of thousands of trees.

Jian Qing had no strength, and was leaning against him.

There were traces of crying on her face, her eyes were red and wet water stains.

The room was not turned on, the temperature was still very hot on summer nights and the air was a little sticky.

After the satisfaction, the man carelessly followed her hair, and there were traces of being scratched and bitten on his shoulders.

Jian Qing has no temper now. She half-squinted her eyes and felt a little depressed, allowing his intimate little movements to comfort her like stroking a little beast.

Her eyes fell on the fire trees and silver flowers outside the window, and golden rain was everywhere.

For some reason, my thoughts were floating. I remembered last year's New Year's Eve. When Lu Huaiyu came back from a business trip, he saw her lying on the sofa and thought she was asleep.

Then, it attached to her ear and said carefully, "Happy New Year".

Restrain and suppress.

Although she was awake at that time, she did not dare to move or give him any response.

It seems that the secret hidden in my heart is not dared to let people know.

"..." Jian Qing blinked and looked up at him. The fire illuminated his side face with a clear outline.

Seeing her gaze, Lu Huaiyu lowered his head and met hers.

She stared at him and said softly, "Happy New Year." She added what she hadn't said before.

The sound was moist and soft, and there was a hint of hoarseness after I just heard it.

"..." Lu Huaiyu raised his eyebrows and looked at her for no reason, both funny and inexplicably.

How come this June, how come it is a happy New Year?

However, the fireworks and atmosphere outside the window were no different from the New Year. Although he didn't know why, he simply cooperated, chuckled softly, and replied, "Happy New Year."

-

After staying in Tokyo for three days, they took a plane from Haneda Airport to Hokkaido.

The city of Tokyo has Ginza, the center of the universe, the bustling Shinjuku, and the horoscope of Akihabara, but it always lacks some slow life, giving people a feeling of impetuousness and hastyness.

Because they knew that Jian Qing was not a person who liked to move, Lu Huaiyu arranged for half of their time to travel in a Hokkaido farm.

In mid-June, when the Hokkaido lavender fields were in full bloom, the mountains and fields were dyed with a faint purple color, which was so beautiful.

There are many large farms in Hokkaido. Every time the flower season is in bloom, it is open to tourists, and tourists visiting the lavender field are endless.

But generally speaking, the farm is not provided for tourists, and the farm is open to the end from morning to five or six in the afternoon.

It just happened that Lu Huaiyu had a Japanese classmate who ran a farm in Hokkaido and had a good relationship with him. In addition, Lu Huaiyu went to Tokyo to help him solve a difficult case, so he lent his vacation cottage on the farm to Lu Huaiyu.

Liangye Farm has never been open to the public, so few people know about it, but the lavender fields on the farm are no less than those well-known farms.

It is not the time for busy farming, and there is no one else on the farm, but it is particularly quiet, as if it is isolated from the world.

The small wooden house for vacation is on the hillside of the flower fields, under the big tree with three people holding their arms wide, which is quite leisurely and contentmental.

Looking out from the hanging window of the hut, there was a sea of ​​purple flowers everywhere, boundless.

Jian Qing liked it so much at a glance.

The furnishings in the cottage are very simple, and it is a two-story loft structure. The first floor is the living room, which is hung with warm tapestries and fireplaces. The sofa is soft leather, giving people a very warm feeling. There is nothing else on the second floor except a bed.

There are no entertainment facilities in the living room, and there are no TVs. It seems that I am in the beautiful scenery, but watching TV is disappointed here.

It was already very late when they arrived in Hokkaido, so they just washed and cleaned up that night and went to bed.

While sleeping, considering Lu Huaiyu's bad performance for two consecutive days, Jian Qing wrapped herself tightly and warned him righteously not to do anything wrong today.

Although Lu Huaiyu endured it a little uncomfortable, he also understood that she had worked hard two days ago, so he didn't bother her anymore and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

I don’t know if it’s because of exercise, Jian Qing rarely slept well.

The next day she woke up very early, even opening her eyes earlier than Lu Huaiyu.

When I woke up, I felt a tight and strong arm resting on her waist. She was held in Lu Huaiyu's arms, and her back was against his chest. His body temperature was very high, like a stove, and something near the tailbone was against her.

“…”

Jian Qing was silent for a while and decided to leave this dangerous place before he woke up.

She moved out of the bed bit by bit in fear. Fortunately, Lu Huaiyu was sleeping heavily. When she broke free from his arms, she not only hummed twice unconsciously, then closed her eyes and subconsciously reached out to grop her.

Jian Qing quickly stuffed the pillow into his arms with quick eyes and hands, for fear of waking him up at this time.

She changed her clothes lightly and went downstairs.

The early morning sun slowly rises from the hillside and then hangs in the air. The entire sea of ​​lavender flowers bathes in the glittering sun.

They did not arrange a trip in Hokkaido, and the day was empty.

Jian Qing couldn't help but itchy. She had been traveling for a few days and couldn't find a chance to draw. Now she suddenly wanted to sketch and draw the scenery in front of her.

She took out simple brackets and drawing boards from her suitcase, and was glad that she brought them out.

Then I found a suitable position and angle, set up a drawing board, and sketched in front of the flower field.

The morning wind blew gently, carrying a slight coolness, causing small bumps to make the skin.

Jian Qing rubbed her arms, and she was too lazy to run back to the room to get her coat. She thought that it would be hot if she waited for a while.

When Lu Huaiyu woke up, he found that the person beside the bed was no longer there, and the quilt was cold. He frowned, his sleepy and lazy eyes immediately came over and lifted the quilt and got up.

When I walked out of the hut, I saw a person standing in the purple flower field in the distance.

Jian Qing was wearing a white suspender long skirt, and the slender suspender was hung on her fair and round shoulders. The skirt was long and raised by the wind, and she flew and fluttered like a butterfly wing in the air. Her black hair fell down like a waterfall, soft and smooth.

She lowered her head, her eyes gathered on the paper, and a strand of hair behind her ears fell to her forehead, swaying gently.

Lavender hugged her in a veil. The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and was covered with a hazy water vapor, as if he had seen the elves who had fallen into the mortal world.

Lu Huaiyu returned to the cottage, took a white knitted wool scarf, and walked towards her.

Jian Qing was addicted to the world on the drawing paper and did not notice the footsteps behind her at all. She knew that the soft scarf was draped on her body, so she came back to her senses and raised her head.

Lu Huaiyu hugged her from behind, bowed her back, pressed her chin against her shoulder, and her voice was still filled with the hoarseness she had just woken up, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"..." The scarf on her body and the body temperature of the man behind her made Jian Qing's somewhat cold body gradually warm up. She pulled the corners of her mouth, not daring to tell the real reason, dragging the lazy tail tone and nodding, "I can't sleep anymore."

Jian Qing was held by him, and his hands kept moving. He held a paint pen in his right hand and applied it back and forth on the drawing paper.

Lu Huaiyu rubbed her left hand and wrapped it into his palm, "The hand is so cold, I don't know how to wear more."

Jian Qing let him play with her left hand, his eyes lowered, and continued to draw with his right hand. He didn't care much about his tone and chuckled, "Didn't you send it?"

She was always very serious when drawing, and her attention was only on the flower fields and drawing paper in front of her, and she didn't even realize that her fingers were wrapped around her.

It was not until she wanted to use her left hand to get the palette, and she thought he was in the way, so she frowned and looked over, and said coquettishly: "Don't hold my hand--"

Before she finished speaking, she saw a circle of silver rings on her left ring finger. It was the same size, embedded with diamonds with excellent shapes and cut, and shining with a glimmer.

“…”

Jian Qing was stunned for a moment, subconsciously raised her head, faced Lu Huaiyu's dark and deep eyes, and stared at her quietly.

A wind blows by.

The air emits a faint fragrance of lavender, mixed with the faint mint fragrance.

There are no people on the farm, as if there are only two of them between heaven and earth.

Keep quiet in a tacit way.

a long time.

She blinked, turned around and hugged him, burying her face into his chest.

He rubbed his nose like a kitten, and the cloth was rough, and the sound of his heart beating strongly.

This is great.

Nothing goes without saying, everything happens naturally.

-

Jian Qing's sketching has been from daytime to sunset westward.

Lu Huaiyu made a simple dinner, using fresh vegetables and bread made from the farm and made sandwiches.

Jian Qing was hungry and too lazy to hold the easel. Lu Huaiyu stood on the hillside and called her to have dinner, and ran back to the hut.

The temperature in the evening was just right, neither cold nor hot, so they just sat on the wooden double swing under the old tree for dinner.

The swing swayed slowly, as if it was shaking at Grandma's Bridge, and time became very slow.

It is so slow that you can see the flowing trajectory of the white clouds in the sky, the frequency of the stars flashing, and the ink color that is dyed a little bit when night falls.

After dinner, Lu Huaiyu wiped the breadcrumbs at the corner of her mouth with his index finger and then wrapped her in his arms.

Jian Qing put his head in his arms and looked up at the sky with his face raised.
To be continued...