Although the top of Lishan Mountain is decorated like a Jiangnan garden, a small half of the hillside is left in order to enjoy the scenery.
There are also many trees planted on the hillside. In the summer, you can go up to take shelter. In the winter, you will see ice hanging everywhere, which is very beautiful.
The old tree with two people hugging each other was moved down from the hillside. It was originally because it looked good. Later, someone didn't know who tied his own wish to the tree. Because the wish came true, he went to fulfill it, so it got its name.
Later, this ancient tree became more and more popular, and it was said that it was responsible for marriage, attracting many young and young girls who had just begun to fall in love to come here to pray for marriage.
When spring comes and the flowers bloom, you can see the red silk trees all over this ancient tree from a distance, blowing gently in the wind, which is a unique scene.
Nowadays, in winter, all the trees on the mountain are covered with ice, and this ancient tree is no different. With the red silk covered with ice, it looks like a big tree full of red fruits.
The original Song Qinghuan had been to Lishan, but the new Song Qinghuan had never been.
Xiao Jing and Tong Fei took her to see the ancient tree, so she came too. She thought it was pretty when she looked at the frozen red silk all over the tree.
Xiao Jingtong took the silk she had prepared early in the morning from the purse she carried with her, and asked Song Qinghuan to hang it up for her.
This ancient tree was strong and tall, and it was covered with ice at this time. Song Qinghuan didn't have time to help her hang it up anywhere, and was debating whether to go back to look for Xiao Ci.
There was ice on the hillside that broke the branches.
It was originally a shallow forest and a hillside. When the branches above were pressed down, they also crushed the ones below. Ice pillars as big as fists fell down and made a loud noise.
The ancient tree was also affected by the seedlings.
Song Qinghuan and Xiao Jingtong were standing under the ancient tree, and because of the menacing attack, they had no chance of being guarded against.
When the sound was heard, the branches on the ancient tree were already trembling, and the ice pillars with red silk also began to sway, followed by broken branches and ice.
It was too late to escape at this moment. Song Qinghuan's heart tightened and she subconsciously protected Xiao Jingtong in her arms. She buried her head and used her back to block Xiao Jingtong and ran to the side.
A tree branch as thick as my wrist hit my back, which made me feel numb with pain. I thought it might hurt my back, but I didn't dare to scream for fear of scaring Xiao Jingtong.
Unexpectedly, after taking Xiao Jingtong away from the ancient tree, he never felt pain again.
Xiao Jing was young and troubled, but he had never experienced anything like this. He was so frightened that his face turned white. He was stunned for a breath, then cried "Wow", broke away from Song Qinghuan's arms, and went straight to his head.
Xiao Ci, who was sweating profusely, threw herself into his arms.
Xiao Ci gasped, his eyes fixed on the ice pillar that he had just kicked to pieces. The debris on the ground was still there, and the sharp part in front could still be seen.
If it falls from such a height, if it hits someone, no matter how thick they are, they will still have to poke a hole.
What if it was too late? Xiao Ci didn't dare to think about it.
But he couldn't suppress the anger in his belly. He protected Xiao Jingtong who was holding his legs, but said angrily to Song Qinghuan: "Don't you know to stay away? Don't drag others down even if you want to die."
Xiao Ci's face was full of anger, and there was a chill in his whole body. Although he didn't mean to blame Song Qinghuan, he was just angry. As for why he was angry, he didn't quite know.
Song Qinghuan didn't think anything of it at first. She wasn't a pampered person. Injuries and beatings were commonplace and she didn't take them seriously.
But when Xiao Ci yelled like this, he immediately felt aggrieved.
I just felt that Xiao Ci was worried about Xiao Jingtong and put all the blame on himself.
She was extremely angry at the moment, and it wasn't like she had to bring Xiao Jingtong here.
His eyes turned red and he shouted: "Take good care of your own daughter. Even if I die, I will be dragged down by you."
After saying that, she walked away angrily. In her hurry, she tripped over a broken branch that had just fallen. She was so angry that she kicked it violently. The broken branch did not move, but her toes started to hurt.
He kicked me twice, but when I saw that I couldn't do it anymore, I gave up and said angrily: "If you don't get a good guy, you just know how to bully me."
When Wei Yutang and Song Qingyan arrived in a hurry, they encountered Song Qinghuan losing his temper.
I didn't know what happened, but after listening to the two sentences of conversation, I knew it was unpleasant. When I was about to step forward and ask a few questions, I asked Song Qingyan to stop me.
Song Qingyan thrust the painting into Wei Yutang's hand and said, "I'm afraid I'm scared. I'll go take a look."
In Wei Yutang's hand was a painting of admiring ice flowers on Jiuqu Bridge. He frowned as he watched the Song sisters leave, and then turned to look at Xiao Ci.
I saw him holding Xiao Jingtong in his arms with a sullen face, and left quickly without saying a word.
Lishan and his party naturally parted ways unhappy.
Wei Yutang sent the two sisters from the Song family back to the Song family. He was also very confused and couldn't sleep at night. When he thought about what happened during the day, he became even more restless.
stand up.
After staring at the bed curtain for a while, he stood up again and unfolded the painting he had made during the day. He held up the oil lamp and looked at it carefully. After being silent for a while, he finally took the four treasures of the study, adjusted the colors carefully, and then started again.
Copy once.
At this time, the paintings I copied late at night were not as good as the mood I saw during the day. Even though I copied them, they still lacked a bit of artistic conception.
But without Xiao Ci's graffiti, Wei Yutang felt a little relieved even if the artistic conception was a little worse.
But it's only slightly loose.
I don’t know how Wei Yutang was suffering, but Song Qinghuan was scolding him like crazy.
When the broken branches from the ancient tree fell down with the ice, Ta Xue was waiting not far away and saw Song Qinghuan take a solid hit.
Although Song Qinghuan never told anyone, he still asked Texue to help him apply the medicine at night.
The doors and windows were closed tightly. Song Qinghuan took off his outer clothes and only wore a small coat, revealing his red back. He couldn't say a good word.
"If you show me this thing that kills a thousand swords next time, I will blind that bastard's eyes."
"Good intentions are not rewarded. It's not like I dragged your daughter there. I risked my life to save her, and you actually repaid me with kindness."
"That stinking bastard, he is an ungrateful villain who repays kindness with revenge, villain..."
Song Qinghuan kept cursing and cursing, occasionally interspersed with a few inhales, asking Texue to be gentler.
Texue had already done it very lightly, but when he saw the miserable state of his back, he endured it and tried to persuade her: "Girl, why don't you ask a doctor to take a look? I don't know if any bones are injured."
Song Qinghuan said angrily: "Where can I find a doctor who can look at the girl's back?"
The words were so blocked that Ta Xue was speechless for a long time.
Song Qinghuan's anger grew stronger and stronger. Knowing that he was using Ta Xue as a punching bag, he sighed heavily and waved his hand: "Forget it, just go back and rest, and don't tell anyone about this."
Texue responded, put the ointment back, and said, "I will be on duty in the ear room today. If you need anything, please call me."
Seeing that Song Qinghuan agreed, he withdrew.
The ground dragon in the room was burning fiercely. Song Qinghuan lay on the couch, covered with a thin quilt, and cursed a few more times before taking a breath.
"I'm so angry. I think I should have scolded him like this in front of him, but now I can't hear him, and I'm wasting my saliva and scolding him until my mouth is dry."
"But you want tea?" A clear voice came from above, with a bit of a smile.
