"Bi Luofen" is worthy of being the leading high-end hotel in ZS City. The artificial lake covering an area of tens of hectares in front of the hotel is a big deal. Beside the artificial lake is a large tree that is hundreds of years old, which adds to the "Bi Luofen" environment.
A lot of points added.
The setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, and the autumn water becomes the same color as the sky.
Even though it is winter, you can still imagine this situation.
I don't know when, it started to snow again in the sky. The snowflakes were floating in the air, and finally fell into the lake. They immediately merged with the lake water and were indistinguishable from each other.
He Qingyue by the lake didn't seem to feel the cold. She kept squatting by the lake and crying. The sadness in her heart could no longer be suppressed from the moment she met Qiye. Her tears fell slowly like a broken kite string.
"Qianjun, where are you? Are you really not alive? If you are here, can you give me a call? Even if you give me a hint. Do you know how painful I am? I have been in pain all day long.
I dream about you at night, and I don’t want to wake up, because when I wake up, I can no longer see you, and I can no longer hug you! I would rather die than let you be hurt in the slightest."
He Qingyue spoke in a low voice, and Qiye could read many traces of Qianjun's love from her words. She was a deeply affectionate woman, and any man who could gain her love would not have wasted his life.
So Qiye walked to stand next to her, looked at the lake with deep eyes and said, "He must be a very good man, right?"
He Qingyue was shocked and looked at Qiye who came over in disbelief. Qiye stood quietly by the lake, like a straight pine tree. He didn't have Fu Qianjun's domineering attitude of taking over the world, but he was like an old wine.
, the fragrance is rich and rich, giving people a mature charm.
He Qingyue shook her head. She had an illusion for a moment. She almost recognized Qiye as Qianjun. He Qingyue stood up, wiped her tears and said, "I made you laugh, but I just couldn't control my heart."
The pain.”
Qiye nodded to express his understanding and didn't mind that He Qingyue didn't answer his question. He looked at He Qingyue and said softly: "Do he and I really look alike?"
"Like, but not like!"
The corner of He Qingyue's mouth raised an arc, overwhelming all sentient beings: "Similar! It's because you and he look exactly the same, almost the same. Unlike him, it's because your temperament is completely different from his. You don't have his domineering attitude of contempt for the common people.
He is not as gentle as you. He is born with nobility, and his destiny determines that he is aloof and will never be as ordinary as you."
"Really?" Qiye touched the tip of his nose and smiled faintly: "It's hard to imagine that there is such a man that you can fall in love with so deeply. He must be very good, right?"
"Excellence cannot be described." Thinking of Qian Jun, He Qingyue's face was filled with sweetness. She looked at the lake and murmured: "He is like the sun. No one can ignore him. He has great power and a prominent family.
He is the godfather of the underworld in this land, and he is the ultimate leader of some mysterious organizations. And, like you, he is only less than thirty."
Speaking of this, He Qingyue turned her head and said tenderly: "Do you think any woman can refuse such a man?"
"Yes! I really can't refuse." Qiye said with a wry smile. Is there such a man in the world?
"Actually, it's useless to tell you this. People can be similar, but no one can imitate his temperament. It is an innate aura of a king. Even after hard training, ordinary people cannot possess it." He Qingyue shook her head and smiled bitterly.
, full of infinite sadness: "I am telling you this just because you are like him, that's all. Okay, I'm fine. Thank you for chatting with me. I still have things to deal with, goodbye!" After saying this to Qiye,
During the conversation, He Qingyue was finally in a better mood, at least not in pain.
Just as He Qingyue was about to leave, Qiye suddenly said: "Let me ask again, what happened to him? Is he missing or is his life in danger? It makes you so sad."
"Missing!" He Qingyue absolutely refused to believe that Qian Jun was dead. In He Qingyue's heart, Qian Jun had no chance of death.
"How long have you been missing?"
"Two years." He Qingyue frowned, feeling that Qiye asked too many questions. If it weren't for Qiye who looked like Qian Jun, she wouldn't have been able to tell these things.
"Really?!" The bitter smile on Qiye's lips grew thicker. He turned around, his eyes flashing with a strange light, and said lightly: "Although I don't want to admit it, or it's just a coincidence. But I still have to say, I
I have lost my memory, and I have lost my memory for exactly two years, and I know almost nothing about the past."
"Snapped!"
The satchel in He Qingyue's hand fell to the ground, and she looked at Qiye in a daze, letting the snowflakes fall on her body, shock, confusion, sadness, happiness, ecstasy... countless emotions intertwined on her face.