In fact, I can hold it up, but the feeling is too weird.
She doesn't want to be a tomboy with a broken chest and a horse-walking arm...
In desperation, Hua Xi had no choice but to use a woman's weak nature, wink twice at the young master Ji Yue, and twitch her fingers in a cute way.
"I can't hold him..."
Young Master Ji Yue looked at her.
Hu Die quickly said: "I'll help you!"
As she walked up, Hua Xi pouted, thinking it would be nice to have a helper, it would be better than helping her alone.
But the young master Ji Yue said slowly: "Hu Die, please go down."
"Master!" Hu Die said quickly, "I can help you!"
Young Master Ji Yue just glanced at her coldly, and Hu Die closed her mouth very wisely and slowly retreated.
Then, he walked up and bent down to help Long Qianyu up.
Hua Xi also hurriedly supported the other side and put Long Qianyu's arm around his shoulders, deciding to let himself share most of the weight.
He was seriously injured and she knew it.
Young Master Ji Yue looked at her movements, as if she was letting Long Qianyu hug her. He felt unhappy, so he simply pulled Long Qianyu over and let him lean completely against him.
"No need to do this, your injury..." How could Hua Xi defeat him?
"It's okay, let's go." Without saying anything else, Young Master Ji Yue supported Long Qianyu and walked forward.
Hua Xi had no choice but to trot after him empty-handed, secretly regretting it.
Walking through the dense plum blossom forest, red plum blossoms are everywhere, the faint fragrance is floating, and the sparse shadows are slanting. Today's journey is particularly long.
Young Master Ji Yue raised her eyes and looked into the distance. She saw the deep night fog, the looming red plum blossoms, and the cold fragrance of plum blossoms scattered in the air, like the last warmth she had ever experienced in her memory.
Hua Xi walked beside him, her little figure like an elf in the plum blossoms.
How he wished that this road would never be finished. Even though he was seriously injured, he was still holding on to the heavy Long Qianyu. Every step he took, the wound was as painful as a crack.
But it doesn't matter, with her by my side, no matter what kind of pain, I am happy.
However, he never dared to take off the mask on his face.
"Do you like plum blossoms?" Hua Xi asked suddenly.
"I don't like it." He replied coldly, but in his heart he said: I like it.
As you said, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The flowers blooming in the ice and snow are really beautiful.
Hua Xi curled her lips, "Then you still plant so many plum blossoms on the island!"
"This flower originally existed on the island." Although he later deliberately had people cultivate and water it.
"Really?" Hua Xi was a little disappointed and had to walk forward slowly alone. If he didn't like Mei Hua, it would be hard to share anything with him.
In fact, she quite likes plum blossoms. Back then, she had witnessed the ancient family's plum-folding ceremony at the Rong family.
The bright red plum blossoms blooming in the freezing cold represent loyalty, fearlessness, and following to the death.
It left a deep impression on her, so in her mind, red plums are also the purest and most determined flowers.
Thinking about the past, Hua Xi couldn't help but murmur:
"In the old days, the moonlight would shine on me several times, and I would play the flute beside the plum blossoms.
Arouse the beauty, no matter the cold or climbing.
He Xun is getting older now and has forgotten the spring breeze of poetry.
But it is strange that the flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold and enters the Yao mat.
The country of Jiang is in complete silence. I send my sigh to the road far away, and the snow is beginning to accumulate at night.
The Cui Zun weeps easily, while the red calyx remembers each other silently.
I long remember that we once held hands together, and thousands of trees overwhelmed the cold green of the West Lake.
Another piece, blow it all away, how long will it take to see it?"
