Then, while the mist in the air had not completely fallen to the ground, she walked in circles into the mist, letting the fine mist with fragrance fall all over her body.

After spraying the perfume, Feng Yasong stood in front of the full-length mirror and observed the whole situation. After making sure that her outfit was elegant and appropriate, her makeup and hairstyle were natural and pleasing, she walked out of the room with satisfaction.

Before he even got down to the first floor, he couldn't wait to ask Chong Jingchen: "Should I prepare some souvenirs or something? Is it appropriate for me to go to the place you want to take me empty-handed?"

Looking at her eyes shining with excitement, Zhongjingchen shook his head: "No, you are the best gift."

"What." The light in Feng Yasong's eyes dimmed instantly, and she muttered in a dissatisfied tone: "After all, it's the first time we meet, so it wouldn't be nice if I didn't bring anything with me, right? It seems like I'm very rude...

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Zhong Jingchen thought about it, so he compromised and said, "If you really want to bring them, go to the flower shop and pick out a bouquet of flowers that you think is the most beautiful."

Feng Yasong immediately beamed with joy: "ojbk, I'm going now!"

No need to go far, there is a small flower shop near their community.

In addition to flowers that can be grown in all seasons, such as roses, lilies, and sunflowers, there are also some seasonal flowers that are specific to winter.

Such as tulips, peonies, wintersweet, snow willow, hydrangeas, etc.

Feng Yasong shopped around and bought a large handful of pure white peonies.

The petals of the peony are layered and pure white, just like the bride's wedding dress, looking fresh and elegant.

The language of flowers also contains auspicious words such as dignity, wealth, auspiciousness, happiness, and a happy life, which are very suitable for giving to elders.

After paying the money, Feng Yasong happily walked out of the flower shop holding a large handful of packaged peonies.

Chong Jingchen had also driven out and parked his car on the side of the road.

Feng Yasong opened the car door and placed the bouquet of budding peonies on the back seat.

He opened the passenger door and sat side by side with Zhong Jingchen in the front seat.

"Is it cold?" Chong Jingchen asked as he turned to help her fasten her seat belt.

Feng Yasong shook her head: "It's okay."

The next second, the man's warm cheek was already touching her cheek which was slightly red from the cold.

The two big hands also closed together, wrapping her cold little hands in them.

The man was already full of energy, and he had been sitting in the car with the heater on. His cheeks and palms were all warm, and they felt like a small natural stove when they were pressed against Feng Yasong's skin. Her cheeks were warmed in a short time.

and hands were warm.

Chong Jingchen then let go of his hands, took advantage of the situation and pecked her red lips, and then started the car.

The black business car was like a nimble fish. After wandering freely through the city streets for a while, it drove straight to the suburbs.

Looking at the gradually becoming familiar scenery in front of her, Feng Yasong suddenly felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

If her memory was correct, she had walked this winding mountain road before.

On the day she woke up from this body after her unexpected sudden death.

At that time, she took a car for more than an hour and came to the cemetery built on this mountain, just to send her last journey.

But what about Zhongjing Chen?

Why did he bring her to the cemetery for no reason?

It can't be his family... Bah, bah, bah! Impossible!

What if he was just passing by the cemetery? Wouldn't that mean she was cursing his family?

Before the matter was completely clear, it was better for her not to think wildly.

It would be bad luck if you guess wrong!

And while she was muttering, Chong Jingchen had already taken her straight to the resting garden built halfway up the mountain.

Ode to Fengya: "..."

Isn't it? He really wants to take her to the cemetery?

Then she got up happily early in the morning, put on makeup and bought flowers, even chose pink clothes to dress up, and dressed herself up like a bride to be married. Wouldn't it look weird and rude?

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Feng Yasong watched helplessly as Chong Jingchen parked the car at the entrance of the cemetery, feeling like she was about to cry.

Chong Jingchen didn't seem to notice anything wrong with her outfit, or maybe he did, but didn't mind.

He opened the passenger door, protected her head with one hand, held her hand with the other, and helped her out of the car.

Then he took out the peony that was placed in the back seat of the car, and the two of them walked into the cemetery together hand in hand.

In the winter in the north, everything outdoors is bare, even the cemeteries with beautiful scenery surrounded by mountains and rivers are no exception.

Braving the howling cold wind, Feng Yasong followed Zhong Jingchen around the cemetery and soon stopped in front of a tombstone.

The black and white photo on the tombstone frames a young woman with an outstanding temperament and a gentle smile.

Those delicate eyebrows were very similar to Chong Jingchen's smile, but because the photo looked too young, Feng Yasong didn't dare to confirm their relationship for a while.

She grabbed her pink skirt and looked at the woman smiling like a flower in the black and white photo, and then at Chong Jingchen with a serious expression. She was so embarrassed that she almost couldn't lift her head.

Even with his tongue tied, he said: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were taking me to a place like this, otherwise I would have chosen plain clothes..."

Zhong Jingchen raised his hand and rubbed her head, and said in a gentle voice: "It doesn't matter, my mother also loved beauty the most when she was alive. If she is alive in heaven, she will see you dressed up to see her.

, and I will definitely be very happy and like you."

After Zhongjingchen finished speaking, he placed the handful of budding peonies in his arms in front of the tomb.

Then he took Feng Yasong's hand and said to the woman with the same face on the tombstone: "Mom, I am Jingchen, and I am bringing my future wife to see you."

"She knows you like flowers, so she specially picked a bouquet of peonies for you. Isn't it beautiful?"

After saying that, he turned to look at Feng Yasong and introduced her solemnly: "Songsong, this is my mother, and she is my only relative in this world besides you."

Feng Yasong nodded, followed his example, and said to the tombstone in front of him with a smile: "Hello, aunt, my name is Feng Yasong. You can also call me Songsong like others. I am Jingchen's current

Girlfriend, future wife, life partner, nice to meet you..."

It was cold and cold on the mountain, and Zhong Jingchen was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she didn't dare to stay in the cemetery for too long.

After letting her talk to her mother for a while, he took her out of the cemetery and drove back to Tingfeng Yayuan.

Along the way, Feng Yasong was murmuring in her heart.

Although Chong Jingchen really took her to meet the only parent he recognized, the questions she had been hoarding in her heart for a long time not only were not dispelled, but became more and more numerous.
Chapter completed!