"Oh, it's up to you. I don't want to let this kind of artistic conception go." Jin Xi waved her hands and simply lay down on the ground regardless of the image, forming a large font.
"Hey, you're not a lady, and your clothes will get dirty." Zuo Lan Yinche's tone suddenly softened. Looking at Jin Xi's actions, he threw Gong Ziyi out of the blue.
"The lack of interest makes me even more angry than the dirty clothes." Jin Xi answered Zuo Lan Yinche's words without opening her eyes. "Interested?" Zuo Lan Yinche also imitated Jin Xi's behavior and lay down imageless.
Come down.
"Tch, don't you have an image too?" Jin Xi looked at Zuo Lan Yinche with disdain. "Me, I'm just learning from some people, but it's really cool." Zuo Lan Yinche took a deep breath.
One breath.
"Yeah, right, ha." Jin Xi was completely proud. "Ranran, do you know? You are the second person I brought here." Zuo Lan said affectionately.
"That's because you don't give others a chance to understand you." Jin Xi's words seemed to be addressed to herself. She doesn't seem to understand herself now...
"Aren't you the same?" Zuo Lan Yinche turned her head and looked at Jin Xi. "Maybe." There were a few drops of water in the corner of Jin Xi's eyes. Was it tears? How long had it been since she had cried happily?
"What do you think of me?" Zuo Lan Yinche asked Jinxi shamelessly. Jinxi began to look at Zuo Lan Yinche seriously, "Tall, rich and handsome" Jinxi blurted out.
"That's it?" Zuo Lan Yinche looked at Jin Xi dissatisfied. "Then what do you mean?" Jin Xi frowned. "Well, will you like boys like me?" Zuo Lan Yinche said.
After Lan Yinche said this, he felt like he didn't recognize himself anymore.
"I..." Jin Xi shook her head and said innocently: "I don't know." Zuo Lan took out a bracelet lonely and said softly: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."
"Weird." Jin Xi ignored Zuo Lan Yinche and moved his hand closer to the black rose. "Do you want it? I'll pick it for you." Zuo Lan Yinche saw Jin Xi's movements and said softly.
"No need, it still looks good here. I don't want it to be lonely." Jin Xi smiled and shook his head. "Ranran, what kind of person are you?" Zuo Lan Yinche lost her voice.
"Me? I don't even know what I am like." Jin Xi reached out to touch the rose, but was pricked by a thorn. Zuo Lan Yinche nervously held Jin Xi's hand.
"It's okay." Jin Xi retracted her hand. The black rose looked more beautiful and enchanting after being stained with blood. "Do you like roses?" Zuo Lan Yinche had more questions than usual today.
"I like heather more." Jinxi thought of the remnant castle in Norway. "Heather?" Zuo Lan Yinche turned around and looked at Jinxi. He thought she would like roses, lilies, roses, etc.
of.
"Have you ever heard of the legend of Ou Heather?" Jin Xi blinked her beautiful eyes and asked. "I don't know." Zuo Lan Yinche was depraved. "There was once a little princess of the Fantasy Snow Kingdom who fled because the country was destroyed and her people were destroyed.
She came to the Fantasy Snow Kingdom and became a humble little princess in another kingdom. One evening, the eighth prince saw through her identity and recognized her.
They became god sisters and they chatted happily, but the next day she found out that the seventh prince had killed the eighth prince, and then she killed the seventh prince with her own hands, but the seventh prince turned out to be her biological brother whom she missed day and night. The seventh prince was afraid of the eighth prince.
He would kill her, so he killed the eighth prince for her... The next day, the maids and servants in the palace found out
In addition to the dead seventh and eighth princes, a little palace maid named Chi Yu was also missing. When they came to search in the grove of the garden, they found that the ground was covered with an unknown bright flower that exuded a cold feeling.
The fragrance was full of loneliness, despair and sadness. Later, an elderly gardener in the palace saw
This kind of flower tells people that the words of this flower are loneliness, betrayal and despair. Its name is Heather. Heather blooms in the wind, and no one knows that there is a lonely heart under its gorgeous appearance." Jin Xi
After saying this with nostalgia, Ye Xinyi once told her this. At that time, she was still crying.
"That's it." Zuo Lan Yinche was also touched, not because of this legend, but because of the sadness and loneliness that filled the girl's body when she was telling it.
"Zuo Lan, you are not gentle by nature." Jin Xi suddenly said this. "Why do you say that?" Zuo Lan Yinche's disguise mask is so perfect, how could Jin Xi remove it?
"Because of the domineering, cold and noble nature in your heart." Jin Xi said without thinking. "Yes, I am gentle because my words and deeds will cause trouble to my parents." Zuo Lan Yinche seemed not to talk about his affairs.
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"Haha, Zuo Lan, why don't you be yourself?" Jinxi laughed heartily, and accidentally the rose thorn pierced into Jinxi's flesh again. "Muran Jinxi, you think you are mine
Who is who? What does it have to do with you whether I can be myself or not?" Zuo Lan Yinche's attitude changed 180°, and Jin Xi poked the softest place in his heart.
"Okay, Your Highness Zuo Lan, I'm sorry." After Jin Xi said this casually, he endured the pain and stood up. Zuo Lan Yinche patted the dust on his body and left.
"Huh, thorny rose." Jin Xi lifted up her clothes and saw a shocking blood red. Lifting her pants, she saw a shocking blood red. "Ran Ran." Zuo Lan Yin Che looked at Jin Xi's wounds at the door, her eyes moist.
Already.
"Hiss." Jin Xi took a breath of cold air, limped towards the door, glanced at the bright blood-stained roses with nostalgia, then looked sideways, turned around, and left.
"Zuo Lan Yinche, it's weird for me to take care of your affairs." Jin Xi said this angrily and walked up the stairs. "Ranran, I'm sorry." Zuo Lan Yinche heard Jin Xi's words.