Beautiful mandala surrounds the quiet lake. A large and gorgeous woven carpet is spread among the mandala flowers by the lake. The rich smell of wine permeates the air, as if you are among fine wines.
Feng Qingge was lying prone among the flowers. He was holding a large wine jar in his arms, and there were four or five jars of wine beside him. The wine was a fine wine, sweet and mellow, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth. No need to look closely, just
Smell the aroma of wine in the air, Xue Xichen has already judged that this wine is fragrant in the mouth and full of stamina. After being drunk, it will make people feel like they are rising into the clouds, so they named it: Wangyou.
Feng Qingge's gorgeous red robe was scattered among the flowers. She was wearing a thin red satin undershirt with a slightly open collar, revealing her healthy skin and strong texture.
Ru Mo's long hair has long been unraveled and is spread around the body casually. The messy bangs slightly cover the face of the forehead, and the waist-length hair hangs freely on the red inner singlet, fluttering gently with his movements.
Drinking to drown your sorrows?
Why is Feng Qingge worried?
In an instant, Xue Xichen felt a tightness in her chest, as if she had caught an adulterer in bed, and resentment arose in her heart. She couldn't help cursing Feng Qingge for being such a playboy. However, seeing him in such sadness and pain, she felt an inexplicable pain.
My heart slowly rose.
Because he hurts, she hurts; because he hurts, she hurts!
The silver moonlight shone quietly on his body, his fair skin glowing with a faint pearlescent light, one leg slightly bent, like a wine master half-lying, with a lazy and confused expression.
"go out!"
Two cold words interrupted Xue Xichen's gaze. Feng Qingge shook her face and raised her face. Her scattered eyes could not focus on Xue Xichen, "No one is allowed to come in without my permission!"
The deep tone, with biting coldness, was comparable to the twelfth lunar month of winter, adding a layer of frost to Xue Xichen's already painful heart. She stared deeply at Feng Qingge's drunken face, trying hard to hide the pain that was suppressing her heart.
, said to Feng Qingge: "Qingge, you are drunk!"
"Get away!"
Feng Qingge suddenly threw the wine jar in her hand and smashed it on the ground in front of Xue Xichen. It shattered with a bang. The wine splashed and wet Xue Xichen's embroidered shoes.
Xue Xichen took a deep look at the wine jar on the ground where the heroic sacrifice was made, stepped across it, and slowly came to Feng Qingge's side, reaching out to help him up. Feng Qingge waved her arms stubbornly, her center of gravity was unsteady, and she fell to the carpet.
Up. He was lying on the ground, stretched out his arms to grab the wine jar on the side, and growled: "I told you to get out!"
"Qingge!"
Seeing Feng Qingge like this, Xue Xichen was heartbroken. She held Feng Qingge's arms and tried to lift him up again, saying sadly: "Qingge, there is something that cannot be solved, why do you torture yourself like this...
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Feng Qingge's scattered eyes gradually focused on Xue Xichen's face, and the narrow corners of her eyes brought out a hint of drunken charm. He raised his hand and touched Xue Xichen, but he couldn't touch it because of his drunkenness.
When he touched Xue Xichen's cheek, he gave up and dropped his hand straight down, landing on the gorgeous carpet. A drop of clear tears came out of the corner of his eyes, "Tongtong... you are so cruel..."
"Tongtong?"
Hearing this familiar murmur, Xue Xichen instantly stiffened and fell into a daze.
Tongtong...
He called her Tongtong...
The person he got drunk for and fell in love with turned out to be Xue Meitong?!
That is herself?!
Xue Xichen stiffened.
"You are missing Xue Meitong..."
"Tongtong...my Tongtong..."
Feng Qingge murmured affectionately, her eyes gradually drifting away, "My Tongtong...my smart Tongtong...my pretty and lovely Tongtong..." As if recalling some happy memories, Feng Qingge's face showed
Showing the happy warmth of nostalgia, "My Tongtong...no one can replace...no one...Tongtong...is it you?"
Feng Qingge once again laid her eyes on Xue Xichen's face. At that moment, Xue Xichen felt a shock, a shock that was close to her soul. It was as if Feng Qingge was not talking to others, but to her -
—Xue Mei Tong!
Her hands lost strength in an instant, and Feng Qingge fell down, landing on his gorgeous clothes on the floor, making a slight muffled sound.
Feng Qingge raised her hand to touch Xue Xichen again, and Xue Xichen subconsciously hid. Feng Qingge smiled bitterly, with heart-wrenching pain in her eyes, "It turned out to be a dream... How could she come...
Haha...she won't come...she is no longer alive..."
He smiled bitterly, lying on the ground looking lonely at the sky and smiling dreamily.
Xue Xichen suddenly grabbed Feng Qingge's lapel and said excitedly: "Feng Qingge, open your eyes and see clearly! I am Xue Xichen! Not Xue Meitong! I am not your princess! But, she is
The woman you said you loved!"
When she said this, she felt weak and lacked confidence.
She is Xue Meitong, but she doesn't want to admit it.
"Xue Xichen...Xue Meitong..."
Feng Qingge's eyes wandered to Xue Xichen's beautiful face. After lingering for a long time, she blurted out in a low voice, "Two people with completely different looks...but such similar personalities...Xue Xichen...Xue Meitong...them...
Why can't it be the same person...Why can't it..."
Xue Xichen was stunned, and suddenly picked up Feng Qingge's shirt, and said excitedly: "Feng Qingge, open your eyes and see clearly! I am not Xue Mei Tong! I don't want to be Xue Mei Tong's substitute!"
"Xue Xichen is Xue Meitong...Xue Meitong is Xue Xichen..."
Her heart suddenly tightened, and Xue Xichen let go of Feng Qingge's clothes with a trembling voice. Shocked, she couldn't help but take a few steps back and fell on Feng Qingge, stunned.
He said……
Xue Xichen is Xue Meitong...Xue Meitong is Xue Xichen...
Could it be...
Feng Qingge has recognized her?!
impossible!
This is absolutely impossible!
Xue Xichen shook her head desperately to get rid of the panic in her chest. She grabbed Feng Qingge again and roared excitedly, "Xue Xichen is Xue Xichen, she is not anyone's substitute! I am not Xue Meitong! Don't scream again.
I am Xue Mei Tong! No!"
"Why... why not..." A wry smile appeared on Feng Qingge's lips, "Why don't you want to be my Xuemei Tong... What do you want? Money? Wealth? Rights? Status? As long as you are happy, even if
Even if they are stars in the sky, I am willing to pluck them for you! If you want a kingdom, I will win it for you! But...why don't you want to come back to me..."
Xue Xichen closed her eyes in pain.
My heart is trembling and my soul is trembling.
Slowly letting go of her hand, Feng Qingge fell to the ground again. Xue Xichen raised her head and looked up at the bright moon in the bright night sky, her heart twitched suddenly and she was so painful that she couldn't breathe.
"Feng Qingge...Xue Meitong is dead...you know...she is dead..."
"Tongtong..."
An affectionate call invaded Xue Xichen's heart. He suddenly raised his eyes and saw Feng Qingge's charming face close at hand. He was delighted and excited, and immediately locked Xue Xichen's waist and kissed her.
Lips. When Xue Xichen wanted to resist, a hand grasped the softness of her chest through her clothes and began to knead it.