Dressed as the real daughter of the wealthy control group

Song Xinghe saw that there was suddenly no sound from her side, and his gums were almost broken, and he snorted coldly: "Take what I told you to heart, don't go anywhere tonight, just stay in the B&B, I'm ready A medical team can ensure that you and Fu Huaijin are fine as long as it is not a matter of random force and strange gods."

The main thing is to ensure that she is fine, and as for Fu Huaijin, it is just an incidental addition.

Changge: "I know, thank you."

Song Xinghe's voice paused and became hoarse: "Between you and me, there is no need to say thank you."

Chang Ge hung up the phone and saw that Fu Huaijin had already applied the medicine on her, kissed her cheek and said, "I am also a doctor."

He was quite proud in his words.

Chang Ge smiled and said: "If a doctor doesn't heal himself, he still needs a medical team. By the way, let's go out to eat tonight. There's no need to cook tonight."

She looked at the sky outside, and it was already as dark as ink.

Fu Huaijin's eyes brightened slightly and he said softly: "Okay, I will listen to you."

He liked that her attention was on him. Originally, he planned to cook in person tonight, but Xiaoyu let the news slip, so he would just listen to her arrangements tonight.

Changge: "Let's go up the mountain."

She curled her eyes, kissed the side of his handsome face, and said, "I want to go up the mountain to see the stars."

Fu Huaijin's eyes were as blazing as fire, he put his arms around her waist, lowered his head and kissed her back.

By the time I left the house, it was already past 7 o'clock.

In the summer, the evening breeze was blowing in the mountains. There was no one in the B&B, and I didn’t know where everyone had gone. There was only a float parked at the door of the B&B.

Fu Huaijin was stunned when he saw the float. He turned around and asked, "Did you prepare this?"

Changge nodded, raised his chin, and said with a smile: "Do you still want to be in Doctor Fu's eyes?"

It was said to be a float, but it was actually a carriage. The carriage was borrowed by her from the film and television city, and she just let Xiaoyu dress it up a little. As a result, the little girl pinned roses around the carriage, and it turned into a rose float. Only The rabbit lantern hanging on the car shone with a faint light.

Today's era is too fast-paced, with things flying in the sky, diving in the water, and running on the ground. The technology is inferior to the previous life, but she still loves the slow and peaceful feeling in the previous life. A carriage can go slowly from Shengdu to Jiangnan. Last month.

In the past, Mu Qingyi took her on foot to the Taoist Temple in Qingshan to extend her life. Now that Qingshan has not changed, she wants to walk with him again.

Fu Huaijin stepped forward and touched the snow-white horse, with complex eyes and countless emotions rolling out of his heart. In the end, he only said in a low voice: "It is a good horse that can travel thousands of miles a day and travel to various places."

Changge: "Then let's go to Qingshan again?"

Fu Huaijin held her hand and said in a low voice, "Okay."

The snow-white horse raised its hooves and drove the carriage slowly onto the mountain road, and soon disappeared on the mountain road.

On the second-floor terrace of the B&B, watching the carriage disappear into the dusk, Song Xinghe's chest rose and fell slightly. He turned around with some discomfort, looked at Lu Xize, and said, "Among the three of us, she always chooses the one in Qingyi." Luotuo commoners."

A man with no fame and fame, who gave up his status as a son of an official when he was young and left home to go to Taoism.

Lu Xize looked at the empty mountains with indifferent eyes: "I know that she has been living in a dream world like a peach blossom garden. Only he can provide such a life, and we cannot provide it."

He and Song Xinghe had always wanted power and money, and they had always been the type of people who stood at the top of the pyramid. However, they had gone through many vicissitudes and saw clearly the pros and cons and cruelty of the world, and they no longer believed in the so-called life in the Peach Blossom Land.

However, Fu Huaijin could do it. He practiced Taoism in his previous life and practiced medicine in his later life. He had never experienced a struggle for imperial power or been excluded by power. He always maintained an innocent heart. That's why Chang Ge, who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, chose his sycamore tree to live in.

Song Xinghe pursed his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly: "A person from a royal family still retains the pure land in her heart. She is worthy of it."

It's so naive and ridiculous, but it makes people envious for no reason and makes them shed tears of envy.

Lu Xize opened a bottle of red wine, handed it to him slowly, and said indifferently: "There is no limit to the wine tonight, a bottle of one million."

Song Xinghe: "Are you trying to steal money?"

Lu Xize took a sip from the bottle alone and said coldly: "Drink it if you like. This is the price for you."

Song Xinghe: "..."

You are ruthless.

The two opened red wine without even using glasses, and sat on the terrace blowing on the bottle. It was a long night, and tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. They had to stay up until the early hours of the morning.

The mountain road was built very gently, and the carriage slowly climbed up to the viewing pavilion halfway up the mountain, which was also the only flat land on the mountain with a wide view.

When Changge got off the car, he saw that the originally desolate viewing pavilion had been decorated with a brand new look. There was a red carpet all the way from the mountain road to the viewing pavilion, and the floor was covered with floor lanterns and roses, all of the most gorgeous colors, in the twilight and lights. The picture below shows the manjushuahua blooming in hell.

This was originally an extremely difficult road, a road that was fought through the bones of thousands of people.

The old trees beside the pavilion are filled with lanterns and lucky bags, and the hanging bells are floating in the wind, clear and sweet.In the pavilion, there is a wooden prayer stand that she specially ordered, and it is filled with sachets filled with memories of the past.

Her guqin is placed on the table in the pavilion. If there is a bamboo forest, it will be like the life in her dream.

Fu Huaijin looked at this scene, his voice was a little hoarse, and he asked in a low voice: "Did you prepare these?"

Changge nodded, held his hand, and walked along the dim lamplight: "If you wait a little longer, maybe the fireflies will come out. There are incense sticks burning in the pavilion, so there should be no mosquitoes."

Fu Huaijin laughed softly: "Chang Ge, in such a scene, shouldn't we talk about mosquitoes?"

Chang Ge pursed his lips and smiled: "Experience is very important. After all, this is my first birthday for you."

After knowing each other for many years and several lifetimes, she had never even celebrated his birthday once.

"But dinner is all vegetarian. Today is the day to accumulate good fortune. I only eat vegetarian food. Is Dr. Fu satisfied?"

Fu Huaijin's eyes were deep and his voice was gentler than the evening breeze in the mountains: "I'm satisfied. This is the most meaningful birthday I've ever had."

She made dinner by herself, which was a very simple fruit salad, roasted sweet potatoes, and washed cucumbers and tomatoes. However, there were many varieties of fruits, and there were prepared tea leaves and a small stove, so she could barely try them.

The mountains are as cool as April.

Fu Huaijin looked at her guqin and said with a smile, "It's a bit like life in a dream."

He made tea and she played the piano. The two of them had three meals in four seasons, from spring to winter snow. It was a hermit life that could only be dreamed of.

Fu Huaijin walked to the flower stand and looked at the wooden sign of peace and the sachet hanging on the carved wooden stand. He took out one of the sachets and opened the lucky bag. Inside was a flower paper written by Chang Ge himself: "Lonely in the mountains, when you were young, you misunderstood the drunkard master. I entered an abandoned Taoist temple, dug out an old bell under the moonlight night, and polished it. At that time, I thought, could this young man be so cute, could he be the one I have been waiting for for many years?"

Fu Huaijin clenched the sachet bag in his hand, took out the pen from his pocket, and wrote on the back of the floral paper: "You are the one you are waiting for, and you are the one I have been looking for for many years."

His handwriting is smooth and flowing, like a blue crane emerging from the mountains, with a sense of freedom and aloofness.

Fu Huaijin's eyes were moist. He had never thought that Chang Ge was not heartless, she was just used to hiding her thoughts in bottomless places, but tonight, she was willing to share with him the bits and pieces that she had hidden for several lifetimes.

Fu Huaijin's fingertips were trembling a little, so he went to get the second sachet on the flower stand and opened it. Inside was a peach blossom sign, which read: "I always remember the scene when you took me to Qingshan Taoist Temple, the sky was full of wind and snow, and you were all alone. Carrying that small jade sword up the mountain, the wind and snow froze your face, but I was thinking, what kind of red blood is needed to melt the snow on this mountain, and what kind of deep love is needed to repay the protection in this life?"

A smile overflowed from Fu Huaijin's thin lips, and he wrote solemnly: "Words of love do not need to be reciprocated."

Because guarding is also a kind of happiness.

He held the small sachet in his palm, his heart pounding, feeling that the other party held his heart so softly, life and death depended on her hands.

Every word on the flower paper made him burst into tears, and he couldn't help himself.

Chang Ge saw that his eyebrows were downcast and his handsome face was not clear in the night. He did not go up to disturb him. Instead, he walked to the table, plucked the strings with his fingertips, and played an ethereal song casually according to his heart. minor tune.

Fu Huaijin calmed down and reached for the third sachet. Like a boy stealing honey, he carefully peeled off the outer wrapper and ate the honey inside.

The third one is apricot flower paper dyed with apricot fragrance: "I don't like rainy days, I'm just used to the cold wind and rain all over my body, but you came from the end of the rain curtain and held up an ordinary yellow paper umbrella for me. At that time , I don’t know what you mean to me, I thought you were just a passer-by in life, and I never looked back to see if your face was wet by the rain..."

The rest of the sentence was not finished, and he hesitated to speak. Fu Huaijin smiled slightly, knowing that she had not finished writing. She always did not believe in human nature or love. People's hearts are fickle. Who can guarantee that they will stay together for a lifetime without getting tired of each other? .

He didn't think about it that much, nor did he think about it for so long. He just felt sorry for her and pleased her. He wanted to resolve the sadness in her body and let her know that things in the world are not all bitter, but also sweet.He wanted to love her until the day he couldn't love each other anymore.

Fu Huaijin considered it and wrote: "The wind and rain are not freezing."

There is not much else to say.

Fu Huaijin went to open the fourth sachet: "It is said that those who cultivate the great road will become a sage. Maybe I will be your disaster on the road of cultivation. I am very sorry, but I don't feel sorry or regret it. The great road is always cold, and the world of mortals has its own destiny. The noise and the fireworks. I hope you’re not alone, like I am.”

it's too cold.The way, and the way.She had felt it, so she selfishly hoped that he would finish his road and stay in the world of mortals.

Fu Huaijin smiled slightly and thought she was cute, so he wrote: "Then you have to be responsible for me."

He put the replied flower paper back into the sachet and hung it on the flower stand. These were Chang Ge's feelings. He wanted to reply to them one by one and wait for her to read them later. This was a special way of expressing love between them.

Before I had time to look through the sachet at the back, the phone rang.

The voices of Fu Heyu and Fu Yanzhu came from the phone.

"Uncle, are you with Sister Changge now? Sister's birthday will be super cool today. Are you living in a world of two?"

"Fu Yanzhu, my phone number, can you let me speak first, okay?"

"I just want to ask about Sister Changge's situation, you stingy brat."

The two of them chattered on the phone like little sparrows.

Fu Huaijin held his forehead and said helplessly: "Fu Heyu, Fu Yanzhu, do you have a misunderstanding about seniority? Call me aunt."

Chang Ge, who was strumming the strings, got confused and then stopped playing.

On the phone, Fu Yanzhu said excitedly: "Uncle, are you proposing?"

Fu Heyu said coldly: "What are you dreaming about, Fu Yanzhu? With Fu Huaijin's melancholic character, do you dare to propose to him? It's probably because he was rejected. Qiu Changge will definitely not agree."

Fu Yanzhu: "What if I agree? Our teacher said that if you keep thinking about her, there will be repercussions. At first, everyone was not optimistic about my little uncle, but my little uncle also chased my sister.

Fu Heyu, you are finished, whose side are you on? "

Fu Heyu: "I am on the side of justice and reason. Unless my uncle gets married, it is impossible for me to believe it."

Fu Huaijin laughed and looked at Changge, who was eating fruit with his eyes downcast. He didn't know whether these two little bastards were trying to provoke him, or if they simply didn't like him.

Fu Huaijin: "Fu Heyu, you should go to work in your father's company this year."

Fu Heyu wailed: "No, little uncle, we agreed. If uncle and nephew join forces, I have the world. I don't want to go to work from nine to five."

Fu Yanzhu: "Oh, go to work quickly. I have something to say to my uncle. Uncle, I wish you a happy birthday. Are you and your sister together? I want to say happy birthday to my sister."

Fu Huaijin saw Changge eating melon in a daze and said with a smile: "Thank you Yanzhu, I will convey it to you. Have you finished your homework?"

Fu Yanzhu's face suddenly fell. They couldn't finish their junior high school homework before 11 o'clock in the evening. The little uncle was so vicious.

Fu Yanzhu rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Uncle, you are living a two-person world with Sister Changge. I understand, I understand. I won't disturb you. I'm going to do my homework. Happy birthday, sister, my uncle is the most handsome man in the world, so don’t be polite, go ahead and kill him with all your strength..."

"Are you crazy, Fu Yanzhu? Just wait for Fu Huaijin to come back and deal with you. Don't hurt me..."

Fu Heyu was so frightened that he hung up the phone.

Fu Huaijin gritted his teeth: "These two little things..."

Not tidy up.

Changge laughed softly, took a bite of a cherry tomato, and said, "You have such a dull personality, why are your little nephew and niece so weird?"

Seeing her eyes finally falling on him, Fu Huaijin leaned over, pressed the tip of her pen, and said in a low voice: "Am I very dull? I am obviously calm. Do you like calm or exaggerated?"

Changge was caught in his hot palm and smiled: "I like calm ones. It's like fireflies came out."

She pointed to the small light dots under the trees. This is what’s good about the mountains. Fireflies that cannot be seen elsewhere are everywhere in the mountains and plains.

Fu Huaijin kissed her cheek and smiled softly: "Fireflies are not as beautiful as you, so I won't look at them. I only look at you."

Changge: "..."

Changge: "Then I'll watch the fireflies."

The two of them cuddled together without speaking, watching more and more fireflies attracted by the light of the ground lamp, flying out from the mountains, and flying around them in a flash.

Changge asked: "Don't you need to call the old lady?"

The Fu family should be very worried about him, but the old lady was afraid of affecting him and did not dare to make this call, so she only asked the two juniors to make the call.

Fu Huaijin held her green fingers, kissed her fingertips, and said in a low voice: "Blessings come from misfortunes, and misfortunes come from blessings. Blessings and misfortunes are all destiny, and you can't avoid it, so let nature take its course. good."

He is actually very satisfied. If the motto of passing thirty comes true, spending his last birthday with Chang Ge will already be the happiest moment in the world.As for the Fu family, he was ultimately in debt.

There are eldest and second brothers in the Fu family. He has a cold temperament, but he still doesn't call, which makes the old lady sad.

"Am I being a little selfish?"

Changge muttered: "Then I should be considered a very selfish person."

If Fu Huaijin is a selfish person, there will be no selfless person in the world.

Fu Huaijin smiled softly and said: "Actually, I am more selfish than you think. I hope that you belong to me only and your eyes will always only look at me. Isn't this selfish enough?"

He rubbed her small ear beads with his fingertips and said in a low voice: "Chang Ge, I am very selfish."

He just restrained his selfishness and possessiveness and gave her space. In fact, he was going crazy with jealousy. He didn't want her to have any contact with Song and Lu. He didn't want her to see someone of the opposite sex, and he didn't want so many people to like her. , wanting to hide her in his orange grove without anyone knowing.

Changge's cheeks felt inexplicably hot. Is this selfish?Is this possessiveness?Thinking that she had lived for hundreds of years and was considered to be at the level of an old Montenegro demon, she would still be tempted by his words.

There is an inexplicable feeling of being loved and valued.

She said: "Then please restrain yourself."

Fu Huaijin smiled: "I'll try my best."

It seems like not a word has been said about the sweet words, and it seems like everything has been said.Changge was thin-skinned, and Fu Huaijin was not good at this. They were afraid of scaring her away, so they looked at the fireflies with boredom until sleepiness came over them.

The temperature in the mountains gradually dropped.

Seeing Chang Ge falling asleep in his arms, he took a thin blanket and covered her with it, and then looked at the time. Unknowingly, time flew by and it was already past 11 p.m.

Fu Huaijin's eyes were slightly dark, and he looked at the mountains at night, the last moment.

He took off a sachet from the flower stand and continued to read the letter she wrote to him.

The fourth sachet wrote: "Recently, I feel a little sad for no reason, as if I have forgotten something. Fu Huaijin, did we first meet in the fifth year of Yuanhe? Could it be that we had already known each other earlier? Have we met? If we forget at first, can we pass by in the future?

Death is not scary, what is scary is losing memory, reincarnating life after life, meeting different people, but forgetting everything from the beginning. "

Fu Huaijin lowered his eyes and wrote seriously: "People who are connected by fate will eventually meet."

This is something he has accumulated and worked hard for in every life. He will ask for the next life, and the next life. If there is reincarnation in the world, she will not forget everything in the beginning.He would awaken all her memories.

Fu Huaijin clenched the pen in his hand, but is there really reincarnation in the world?What exactly is the Dao Gate Forbidden Technique, also known as Lover's Sacrifice?

I haven't had time to look at the fifth sachet yet.The fireflies in the mountains have flown home and disappeared into the night. The sky is dim and the light of the floor lamps seems to be a bit dim. Everything is silent except for the sound of the second hand "ticking" as it passes by, bit by bit towards midnight. Twelve o'clock.

*

In the small terrace garden, Song Xinghe and Lu Xize, who had drank four bottles of red wine, both opened their eyes, their eyes clear and not drunk. They looked at the time on their watches and held their breaths.

It's almost midnight, and as soon as the early morning passes, Fu Huaijin's thirtieth birthday has passed, and the motto of thirty is broken, and the long song will no longer be affected by his destiny. Maybe they will The bond between life and death will be dissolved.

Lu Xize lowered his eyes and clenched the bottle nervously. This wine was not good and had no taste at all. Otherwise, how could he still be so sober?

Song Xinghe glanced at his solemn expression and asked, "Nervous?"

He was even more nervous than Lu Xize. He suppressed his displeasure and stared at him all night.As long as Lu Xize doesn't have any evil thoughts, there is a whole medical team downstairs and at the viewing pavilion halfway up the mountain, they can rescue Fu Huaijin even if he only has one breath left.

Although many things that happened to Chang Ge cannot be explained, he still believes in the power of science and medicine.The only variable was Lu Xize in front of him.

Lu Xize twitched the corners of his lips and said coldly: "Shut up."

He lowered his eyes, knocked on the void with an expressionless face, and called to the system: "How is the situation over at Changge?"

The system is his heavenly eye.

The system said tremblingly: "Su, host, the system cannot monitor the situation on the mountainside."

The system was directly paralyzed. This situation was as if all its detection systems were blocked by a mysterious force. It could not think of anything other than the rules of the world.

Lu Xize pursed his thin lips, and his face became a little colder: "Speak clearly."

System: "Tell me, tell me, I can't explain clearly. I am just the computing system of an advanced civilization. The system is not a god..."

Lu Xize took a deep breath. What a waste. So what's the use of binding this waste? Even if she uses it to monitor Changge, she will notice it. If you ask it to pay attention to the situation on the mountainside, it won't be able to detect it. What a waste!

Lu Xize sarcastically said: "If you are like you, you still have to go back to your home planet, so just rebuild it on Blue Star."

The system cried out with a "嘤" sound and rolled away to the small dark room.

Song Xinghe saw that his face was not good, and his expression became serious: "What happened?"

Lu Xize stood up, unzipped the first button of his collar with some irritation, and looked at the time on his watch: "Do your people know the situation on the mountain?"

Song Xinghe narrowed his eyes: "I have an agreement with Fu Huaijin. If an accident occurs, he will send a distress signal. Even if he dies, he will not let anything happen to Chang Ge."

Lu Xize: "Call Changge. It's almost twelve o'clock."

Song Xinghe made a call, not to Qiu Changge on the mountain, but to the medical team on standby: "You guys go up the mountain and stand by."

Song Xinghe hung up the phone, looked at the crescent moon covered by dark clouds, and said expressionlessly: "Chang Ge doesn't like to be disturbed. Just wait."

The medical team is already on standby. Life or death depends on this night.