The gazebo on the lake in the garden remains unchanged as it was six years ago.
It was still early, the spring was warm, and the lake was sparkling, reflecting two gorgeous figures.
Caiyi brought the tea and waited on the lakeshore. The Lord didn't ask about Wan Ye Chen for four days. Now she still has the intention to play chess with Qingjun here, so she was a little worried about Ye Chen.
"What are Caiyi doing when she is standing there?" Qingjun held Baizi in her hand, looked at Caiyi, and asked casually.
When Caiyi heard this, she looked at her without looking at her. Qingjun clearly wanted to drive her away, but even if she left, Qingjun would not dare to go beyond the rules.
"Go down." Qiongying waved her hand and signaled Caiyi to retreat.
"Yes, Lord." Caiyi's face did not change and she stepped down respectfully.
Qingjun's mood finally felt relieved, and he didn't like having idle people waiting for him very much.
Qingjun happily put down the white piece. In winter six years and four months ago, he also played chess with her here.
Qiongying casually put down the dark spots, her slender fingers glowed with a white jade luster.
Qingjun could see it, his heart moved slightly, and there was a flash in his eyes. He remembered that her hands were cold, and he suddenly wanted to warm her hands.
For more than eight years, he had been together for a long time, and he was really together. As time went by, he became more and more uneasy, because he grew up and she grew up, and she could never
Fall in love with others!
"Qingjun, it's you." Qiongying said.
"Uh? I can't lose too quickly." Qingjun thought about it before falling a chess piece.
"You should think about how to win." Qiongying smiled faintly.
"The opponent is you, I can't win, and it's boring to win. We're just having fun." Qingjun raised his lips and smiled, because he and her will never be enemies, so whoever loses wins.
"Qingjun, what do you want?" Qiongying suddenly asked.
"...Why do you ask this?" Qingjun paused, and the chess piece in his hand slid into the jar, making a crisp sound.
"You have to live for something, otherwise it will be too boring." Qiongying stroked a chess piece and said indifferently.
"What about you? What do you want?" Qingjun looked at her and asked slowly.
"What I want is gone." Qiongying looked into the distance, with deep eyes and said calmly.
She was also looking for it, and she thought that only by standing above the peak could she see everything and see the most eye-catching glory.
Or maybe, in completing the glory that was not completed in the previous life. Or maybe, when you are too free, find something to play with, what is power used for?
Qingjun's heart tightened. Everything she wanted was gone, so she never thought about asking him. Since that's the case, why did she take him away? Just because of the Lingjun who had never appeared before?
"Then do you feel bored? Why are you alive?" Qingjun asked again. She didn't want anything, and there was always something that supported her to live.
"It's not boring, it's also very interesting by chance. Besides, even if an ants live in secret, they can't die because of boredom." Qiongying said half-jokingly.
Qingjun was stunned, and she was mixed with joy and sorrow. She had no one else in her heart, nor did she have him. She turned her hands and turned her hands and rain, perhaps just because she was too bored and was looking for fun.
"Qingjun, where are you?" Qiongying raised her eyes, looked calm, staring at him, faint, but this was much more serious than before.
Qingjun looked at her, not sure if it was because it was too close or if she hadn't had the chance to see her eyes clearly before.
At this moment, he finally saw clearly that her eyes were pure black, cold and charming, bottomless, so beautiful that it was shockingly beautiful that it was unexplainable.