Under the bright moon, dotted with stars, under the dark sky, in the rolling water of Fu'an River, on a patrol boat, a girl in pink and a boy in white stood side by side, looking at the river view in front of them.
The sound of boiling river water can be heard in my ears.
The night is quiet.
The sky was dark in ancient times, so pure that there were no neon lights or thousands of lights of high-rise buildings.
Except for the darkness of the night, the only sight was the soldiers patrolling the Fu'an River, holding torches and forming a winding fire dragon, walking slowly.
The patrol boat docked at the shore of Fanshan in the waves of the river.
Geng Zhong placed the wooden board in front of him. Ji Zimo stepped on the wooden board first, turned around and stretched out his hand to her, "Slow down."
She stretched out her hand and fell into his palm. The warm palm seemed to have some magical power. He pulled her gently, and she landed on the wooden board with brisk steps.
Under the wooden board, the river rolled and roared, carrying a shocking mysterious power.
Xia Qianqian couldn't help but hold the other party's hand tightly, her heart was in a state of turmoil before she finally settled down.
She stepped on the wooden board and followed his footsteps, carefully walking across the wooden board and landing her feet on the ground.
In the dark night, I couldn't see clearly what was going on on the ground. When I stepped on my feet, my shoes got stuck and my feet sank down.
Xia Qianqian was shocked, jumped up, hugged his neck with her hands, wrapped her legs around his waist, and hung on him like a child, "It's all mud, I'm afraid of falling in.
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People who are not afraid of heaven and earth are actually afraid of the mudflats by the river.
Ji Zimo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, holding her legs with both hands, "Hold on, I'll carry you over."
The corners of his lips were raised, and he was in a happy mood. He held her in his arms and his steps were still brisk.
Geng Zhong, who was standing aside, turned his back and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xia Qianqian hugged his neck, and the skin of her wrist rubbed against the skin of his neck, as if electric current was being transmitted from the other person's body.
Her face began to heat up, and when she was at a loss, she buried her head in his chest, listening to his vigorous and powerful heartbeat, and her heart began to beat in panic.
The two of them walked through the shoal and came to the shore. He put her directly on the back of a horse, and he got on the horse to protect her.
"Today's dinner was quite difficult to eat," she said in a teasing tone.
"Don't worry, you will never be disappointed."
He turned the reins, clamped his legs, and the horse quickly headed into Fanshan.
Fan Shan was his gift to her.
Over the past few days, she has been studying how to arrange it, but she has never been able to figure it out.
The only thing was that a cattle farm was set up at a place halfway up the mountain. She had been there once before, and then she assigned Uncle Wang and others to take full responsibility. She did not interfere.
She rarely goes out at night, and this is her first time coming to Fanshan.
The horse galloped past on the rugged mountain road, and the cool night breeze ruffled the hair on her temples.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, felt the fragrance in the air, and couldn't help but praise: "The wild flowers in Fanshan are so fragrant!"
The fragrance is richer and more pure than the flowers carefully cultivated in Yunlan Villa.
He suddenly leaned forward, his warm breath in his ears, "Pay attention."
"Ah?" Xia Qianqian recovered from her shock, turned her face slightly, and unexpectedly, a hot kiss fell on the corner of her lips.
In the dark night, on galloping horses, the expressions on each other's faces could not be clearly seen. In the eyes, there were only a pair of deeper and darker eyes, with flames seeming to dance in the pupils.
Xia Qianqian pursed her lips in panic, "You...you..."
"It was you who kissed me." The wind in the dark night was strong, tearing his voice farther.
Xia Qianqian was annoyed and twisted around, "You took advantage of me. How can you blame all the fault on me? You..."
The rest of the words were lost in my throat before I could say them.
Halfway up the mountainside in front, under the pitch-black night, across the mountains and plains, it seems like countless stars are scattered down, suspended and floating among the ridges, reflecting the spectacular scene of the Milky Way falling for nine days.
"What is that?" Her voice was filled with surprise and trembling in the wind.
"Go and have a look!" He clamped his legs together and gave the order, and the horse ran faster and faster.
Although it looked very close, the horse galloped away, but it took a full stick of incense.
He tightened the reins, jumped off the horse, then grabbed her waist with both hands and held her down.
Xia Qianqian looked at the beautiful scenery in front of her and said in surprise: "Is it a firefly?"
In her previous life, her hometown was in a village at the foot of the mountain.
On summer nights, while she was lying under the vines in the courtyard, she would occasionally see fireflies flying in the air, flashing and dancing among the leaves.
At that time, the fireflies she saw were only in twos and threes, not many.
Later, she went to the city. Every night, she stood on the balcony of a high-rise building and looked at the night sky. She saw colorful neon lights and thousands of lights, but the rare and precious light of fireflies in this world was missing.
Who would have thought that in Fanshan in another world, at a glance, there would be countless fireflies dancing among the flowers and plants, flying freely and dazzlingly.
"So beautiful!" Xia Qianqian praised her heartily.
Ji Zimo stood close behind her. When he heard this, a smile appeared on his lips, he raised his hand and waved it in the air, and a miracle happened.
Those fireflies flying in disorder, as if under orders, began to fly and swarm in one place.
They are like stars and elves, jumping and flipping in the air, eventually forming a beautiful pattern in the sky.
"Heart-shaped?" Xia Qianqian couldn't believe her eyes.
"And..." He put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her into his arms, "Keep watching!"
The heart-shaped pattern persisted for a while, and the bright spots began to move again, transforming into a blooming rose.
The pattern of roses remained a little, and the fireflies scattered in all directions, and countless bright spots flew towards the two of them.
Xia Qianqian stretched out her hand, and fireflies fell on the back of her hand in twos and threes, flapping their little wings, flickering on and off, like a dream.
Xia Qianqian seemed to have returned to her childhood again. She raised her hand and her body began to dance like the little elves flying in the air.
She learned classical dance when she was a child. Once on the stage, she was chased by countless spotlights and enjoyed the applause of countless audiences.
That was the happiest time in her life.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long as her parents died in a car accident.
That car accident completely changed her ambition.
If parents had been rescued in time, if they had met better doctors and received better treatment, wouldn't they have died?
That thought circled in her mind countless times.
Until one day, she wiped away her tears, packed all her dance clothes and shoes into the box, and picked up the textbook again.
At that moment, her dream was to become the best surgeon of our time.
The original dream was suppressed, but it was never removed from her flesh and blood.
