When Murong Fu Met Yuan Suiyun

After spending a few days warmly with Mr. Lin, the matter of returning home was gradually put on the agenda.

"Ah Yue, this time I will go to Wuzheng Villa to visit Mr. Yuan first, and then I will come back to pick you up," Murong Fu said.

"It's okay." Mr. Lin seemed a little nervous

"Could it be that you are worried that I won't come back?" Looking at Mr. Lin's thoughtful face, Murong Fu smiled, and then pulled Mr. Lin to his side and kissed him on the forehead

"If that's the case, the huge Jinyang Lake will be mine alone, and it won't be considered a loss." Mr. Lin raised his eyebrows and said

"Jinyang Lake is yours, and Murong is also yours. I would rather lose money myself than let Mr. Lin pay." Murong Fu approached Mr. Lin, and whispered softly in his ear.

Mr. Lin blushed.

The two packed Murong Fu's luggage, and went on a bamboo raft tour together.

The summer sun is a bit dazzling, reflecting the golden light on the lake.

Murong Fu opened the folding fan, slightly raised his hand to block some sunlight for Mr. Lin.

"It is said that the scenery of Jinyang Lake is very good, Murong might as well take a look at it before leaving," Mr. Lin said

Thinking that although Mr. Lin lived in Jinyang Lake for a long time, but he did not have the opportunity to appreciate the lake and mountains, Murong Fu felt sad, so he put his arms around Mr. Lin's shoulders and said

"The scenery of Jinyang Lake is really wonderful, why don't you listen to me telling you?"

Murong Fu thought about it, then said softly

"The water of the lake is like the raindrops from heaven. In the early morning, when the morning sun first dews, the lake water is golden red; when the sun rises slowly, the lake water turns emerald green again; when the sun sets, the lake becomes golden. When the wind is calm , as smooth as a mirror, as if accumulating tens of thousands of hectares of jasper; where the breeze blows, the waves sparkle."

Mr. Lin seemed to be in a vast lake, not only admiring

“The scenery is really magnificent”

"I can feel the cool breeze, smell the aroma of wine, and have Murong by my side. I am very satisfied. It doesn't matter if I can see it or not."

Murong Fu seemed to be still immersed in a touch of sadness and sadness of parting, he reminded him that he had brought wine today, so he poured a glass for Mr. Lin and said with a smile

"If Ah Yue hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten."

Mr. Lin covered his cheeks lightly with his sleeve robe, drank Murong Fu's wine in one gulp, then said with a smile

"Murong's wine is always sweet"

"Maybe I should try it too." Murong Fu thought about it, turned around and kissed Mr. Lin.He stuck out his tongue and licked Mr. Lin's lips lightly, and said with a smile

"A Yuecheng doesn't lie to me"

Mr. Lin suddenly picked up the jug, opened his mouth slightly, directly poured the wine from the jug into his mouth, then suddenly pressed Murong Fu under his body with force, and poured the wine into Murong Fu's mouth with his own mouth.

A long and deep kiss with the aroma of wine.

"This way Murong can taste it carefully," Mr. Lin said with a blink of an eye.

Murong Fu laughed

"Ah Yue's wine is always sweet"

It wasn't until the sun was setting and the stars were shining that the two of them returned home.

Mr. Lin went into the room and took out a hairpin. The thin hairpin was inlaid with a piece of white magnolia, but the core was round and transparent, with a delicate texture and a shape like creamy fat. It seemed to be made of ruddy suet jade, very delicate .

He handed the hairpin to Murong and said, "I have known Murong for many days, and I have never given him a gift. This hairpin has been with me for many years. I hope Murong treats it well."

Mr. Lin seemed a little restless.

Murong only thought that he was reluctant to give up on himself, gently took the hairpin and put it on his head, then held Mr. Lin in his arms and said softly, "Ah Yue, don't worry, I will go back if I don't go. I want to return A Yue's gift Give it to Yanziwu." He recalled a jade pendant handed down by his family ancestors, and wanted to give the jade pendant to Young Master Lin when he returned to Yanziwu.

The two whispered and blew out the candle, and they were lingering all night.

In the early morning, Murong Fu Yiyi bid farewell to Mr. Lin, and went into Taiyuan City alone by boat.