The rice paddies are magnificent, the scenery on the clouds

At this moment, Feng Xuanlang just came back from his errands outside. When he walked into the front yard, he bumped into the driver, Lao Li.Seeing this, Lao Li hurriedly bowed to Feng Xuanlang respectfully and said:

"Master Lang!"

Feng Xuanlang walked straight in a black formal suit, and responded gracefully: "Driver Li, has today's delivery arrived?"

"Yes, yes!" Lao Li suddenly became nervous.He was still in awe of Feng Xuanlang.

"My lord, the workers are setting up the sofa chairs in your room. I'm going to see if they're done. Let them come out as soon as possible!" After saying that, Lao Li quickly ran into the house and trotted towards the room on the second floor.

Feng Xuan didn't say a word, but smiled lightly, and then walked in.When he walked into the room, he happened to see Zhao Zhong and Feng Yuhong guarding the door of his room, and then walked up.

On the table, there is a half-embroidered cross check cloth.When Xiu Qianmo passed by, his wandering eyes suddenly stopped on those pictures.The scene painted on the pure white cross grid seems to have traveled through thousands of years, and at that moment, it quietly touched Xiu Qianmo's heart.

In the picture, in the peach blossom forest, a man wields a sword, while another man is lying on his side, drinking and watching.

It's just that the pink peach blossom grove has been embroidered, the men's part has not been embroidered, but the appearance of the two men can be clearly seen.

Why, why is there such a picture?Why does the appearance of the man on the screen seem so familiar?Why does his heart hurt so much when he sees such a scene?

After moving the sofa chair, Xiu Qianmo stood there, motionless, his clear eyes staring intently at the picture on the cross plaid, and he didn't even hear the urging of his colleagues.

"Hurry up, Qianmo Qianmo, Mr. Lang is back!" Xiao Zhou kept urging, but at this moment he found that Xiu Qianmo seemed to be crying, and asked in surprise: "Qianmo, why are you crying?"

Xiu Qianmo came back to his senses suddenly, and found that the corners of his eyes were a little wet.At this moment, Lao Li also came here, and urged in a low voice, "Are you alright? Mr. Lang is back...Qianmo, why are your eyes red?" Lao Li also found that something was wrong with Xiuqianmo.

Xiuqianmo muttered, "Mr. Lang?"

"Yeah, leave as soon as you're done!" Lao Li hurriedly urged.

Xiu Qianmo was still stuck in place, his eyes fell on the cross stitch again, he wanted to find those answers, those answers that had been troubled for many years, but he still couldn't find them.At this moment, he was unwilling to leave!

"Go, Qianmo!" Xiao Zhou ran over, grabbed Xiu Qianmo's wrist, and ran to the door of the room.However, Zhao Zhong and Feng Yuhong's respectful voices sounded outside the door at this time:

"Son!"

"Son!"

When they hadn't completely walked out of the room, a sound shadow appeared in front of Xiu Qianmo and Xiao Zhou.When they saw who was coming, both sides were taken aback.

It's him, it's always been him!Xiu Qianmo stared at the person in front of him, unwilling to move his eyes for a long time.

"Qianmo!" Feng Xuanlang looked at Xiuqianmo in surprise, his clothes, his appearance, and...why were there tears in his eyes?

Xiu Qianmo stared deeply at Feng Xuanlang in front of him, his face was so compatible with the man who was dancing sword on the cross stitch just now.

"Are you working part-time?" Feng Xuanlang subconsciously asked.

"Yes, yes!" Xiu Qianmo stared at the person in front of him, his inexplicable emotions made him feel suffocated.Although he was unwilling to leave here, and his eyes were even more unwilling to leave Feng Xuanlang, but the next moment, he really wanted to escape here.

Just when Zhao Qi, Feng Yuhong, Xiao Zhou, Lao Li and others were extremely shocked by the acquaintance of Feng Xuanlang and Xiu Qianmo, Xiu Qianmo walked out of the room and fled here.

"My lord, we're retiring!" Seeing this, Lao Li was sensible and urged the others to leave quickly.

Feng Xuanlang ordered: "Uncle Zhao, Yuhong, send them off!"

"Yes, son!"

"Yes, son!"

Zhao Zhong and Feng Yuhong followed orders immediately.

Feng Xuanlang's light brown eyes looked around the decoration of the whole room, and his last gaze fell on the cross-stitch he hadn't finished yet on the table.Feng Xuanlang walked over slowly, came to the table, and stared at this picture, which had long been engraved in his heart, an indelible picture.In the end, he hoarsely said, "These decorations are all your favorite. Sure enough, deep down in your heart, you still have the memory between us, right? So when you see these pictures, Are you crying? But, Qianmo..." His long and narrow eyes narrowed slyly, "Why do you appear here?"

……

Xiu Qianmo's expression was in a trance. Although he quickly escaped from Feng Xuanlang's residence, the feeling brought by this scene was extremely strong.It didn't happen suddenly, but it was born with him but was forgotten and discarded by him. What he lost and regained now is the heartache that followed one after another.

Soon, Xiu Qianmo and Feng Xuanlang met again.Jiang Guang, the manager of the home furnishing store, arranged for Xiu Qianmo to deliver the clothes and mahogany coffee table to a villa.And Jiang Guang specifically explained that only one person, Xiuqianmo, is needed for this delivery!Xiu Qianmo opened the customer's address, and his clear eyes gradually dimmed.

Jiang Guang handed over the tightly packed peach wood tea table to Xiu Qianmo, and Xiu Qianmo clearly noticed that Jiang Guang's eyes were full of strange scrutiny when he casually passed over his eyes.The sealed packing box was tied to the back of the motorcycle by Xiu Qianmo.Xiu Qianmo got on the motorcycle, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed to the destination.

When Xiu Qianmo arrived at the villa, the outer door was already open, so he directly drove the motorcycle in.Because of the winter, there is a thin layer of snow on the ground, and the branches in the courtyard are also covered with snow and silver.As soon as Xiu Qianmo entered the courtyard, the outer gate was closed again.

After Xiu Qianmo's car stopped in front of the villa, the wooden door of the villa opened slowly.Butler Zhao Zhong came out, came to Xiu Qianmo, and nodded slightly towards Xiu Qianmo.Xiu Qianmo got out of the car, unloaded the packing box tied behind the motorcycle, carried it, and came to Zhao Zhongqian.

"Steward Zhao, I have delivered the goods!"

"Thank you, classmate Xiu, please send the coffee table to the son's room." Although Zhao Zhong is in his forties, he is still in good spirits.He looked at Xiu Qianmo kindly with his sharp eyes, and said.

"Well, good!" Xiu Qianmo responded.Holding the box, he walked straight into the villa.This place, the second time I came here, Xiuqianmo still couldn't fully figure out the details.When he walked up the stairs and came to Feng Xuanlang's room, Feng Chu was already guarding the door of the room. When Xiu Qianmo stepped forward, he politely bowed to Xiu Qianmo, opened the door without Xiu Qianmo, and made an invitation gesture :

"Student Xiu, please!"

"Okay, thank you!" Feng Chu closed the door as soon as Xiu Qianmo stepped into the room.Xiu Qianmo raised his head, and what caught his eye was the half-embroidered cross-stitch on the wall above Feng Xuanlang's bed, which had been completely finished, and now it was put into the picture frame and hung on the wall.In that picture, there is a man in yellow clothes dancing a sword, and another man in yew lying on his side drinking and watching.

The man in yellow is handsome and handsome, and the man in yew is handsome and charming.In this pink peach forest, the sky is overwhelming and the beauty is too beautiful.

Why are the faces of these two men so familiar? It seems that they have been engraved in their minds and hearts, but they are regrets and laments that seem to have passed away, and even continuous and endless sadness and pain.

This heart hurts, hurts so much!

The door behind him opened gently again, and Xiu Qianmo, who had stopped in awe, slowly came back to his senses. Although there were thousands of questions and sorrows in his heart, he couldn't help but hugged the packing box in his hand tightly.

"You're here, Qianmo!"

Xiu Qianmo immediately turned around, only to see Feng Xuanlang at this time, in this heated room, wearing a loose yellow pajamas, holding a large porcelain bowl in his hand, faintly visible above the porcelain bowl. Visible steam.

That's... dumplings?Peach dumpling?

"Xuan Lang..." Xiu Qianmo called out with a hoarse voice.At this moment, in his eyes, he could still clearly see the light of tears.

"It's been so long since I've been here, and I still don't put this box down," Feng Xuanlang said with a beautiful smile as usual, "Isn't it heavy? You idiot!"

Xiu Qianmo was so embarrassed that he couldn't help himself.Indeed, this coffee table is still heavy, and I have been holding it since I first came in, and there are still injuries on my body, so I am indeed a little uncomfortable.Xiu Qianmo then put it in the corner beside the sofa.After Feng Xuanlang saw it, with the same smile, he took the porcelain bowl to the mahogany table next to Xiu Qianmo and put it down carefully, then stretched out his hand and pulled Xiu Qianmo down beside him.

When touching Xiu Qianmo's hand, a slight chill directly hit Feng Xuanlang's warm hand.Feng Xuanlang couldn't feel his grip tightening. "It's too cold to come in from the outside, eat some dumplings and go to the cold!"

"Xuan Lang, I..." The man's palm was held tightly like this, and Xiu Qianmo didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but was deeply attached to this warmth.Even though there were lies and deceit, at this moment, she was unwilling to let him go.

"Xuan Lang, are these peach blossom dumplings?" Xiu Qianmo asked, looking at the pink and tender dumplings in the porcelain bowl.

"Yes, I made this with my own hands. But after hearing what Xiaorou said, you can do it too, and it's delicious!" Feng Xuanlang looked at Xiu Qianmo, his hands still clenched. put.

"This is Miss Ding Rou's love!" The embarrassment on Xiu Qianmo's face didn't decrease at all.

"But in my opinion, in this world, you are the only one who makes the best peach blossom dumplings!" Feng Xuanlang said, picked up the porcelain bowl, turned over, and sat directly on Xiu Qianmo's lap.

"Xuan Lang, you..." Xiu Qianmo's heart was inexplicably panicked, but he didn't dare to shake his body too much for fear of falling Feng Xuanlang.

Feng Xuanlang chuckled, and said: "It's always 'Xuan Lang, I...' 'Xuan Lang, you...', why, seeing me really makes you so nervous, nervous only say these two sentences Is it?" Feng Xuanlang slowly approached Xiu Qianmo, and said softly:

"Qianmo, I want you, feed me!"