Suo Qingjun Chapter 75

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After the storm in the alley at noon passed, Jin Xianling naturally took Qing Fengan’s hand and walked out of the complicated old alley together.Both of them traveled back in time thousands of years ago. They were unswerving lovers in their previous lives. Now that they are in the modern city, they are still each other’s only weakness and armor.

Qing Feng’an was the high-ranking master in the past. Her temperament was pure and noble, gentle and affectionate, like a lotus that emerged from the mud without being stained. She was always gentle and courteous to others, as thoughtful as hair, and could firmly remember the preferences of everyone around her.And Jin Xianling, who used to be his disciple, is now a very possessive lover. He is as cold as ice to outsiders, but he is gentle to Qing Feng’an. He is always jealous for no reason and cannot bear the slightest grievance.

They walked side by side all the way back to their residence, opened the door, and found two other people sitting in the living room.

Song Xu was leaning on the sofa, wearing a neatly cut black shirt, and exuding a cold aura that kept strangers away.He is the boss of a top design company. He is fierce and difficult to approach, but only in front of the few closest people will he lower all his defenses.Xu Baiyan next to him is the complete opposite. He is wearing a loose light-colored sweater, with curved eyebrows and full of vitality. He is the liveliest and cutest little painter among the four, innocent and innocent, like a ray of sunshine that will never go out.

“We’re back.” Xu Baiyan immediately put down his brush and looked at them with bright eyes, “We thought you were lost outside until dark.”

Song Xu raised his eyes and glanced at the two of them, his voice low and cold: “Are you in trouble?”

Qing Feng’an nodded gently, her temperament was still as gentle as jade, and her tone was calm: “This little matter has been solved.”

Jin Xianling took the opportunity to sit next to Qing Fengan, her arms naturally resting on the back of the sofa behind him. It seemed casual, but in fact it was to keep people within her range.He glanced out the window and said in a lukewarm tone: “A few things that don’t know the heights of the sky are not worth mentioning.”

Xu Baiyan knew how to read the atmosphere, and immediately changed the topic with a smile: “Let’s not talk about that, we were just talking about our favorite flowers! Let me start by saying, I like gardenias best! They are white, tender and fragrant, and I feel happy just looking at them!”

A faint smile appeared in Qing Fengan’s eyes, and her voice was as gentle as soaking in warm water: “The flower language of gardenia is eternal love, lifelong waiting and purity. It is clean and transparent, much like you.”

Xu Baiyan’s cheeks instantly turned red, and he hugged the pillow and shook it: “Brother Feng’an is so good at talking, right?”

Song Xu spoke calmly, his tone still cold, but a little more serious: “I like Jasmine.”

“Jasmine is elegant and indifferent, neither fighting nor fighting.” Qing Feng’an immediately answered, her tone was natural and smooth, obviously she had already remembered it in her heart, “The language of flowers is loyalty, respect, simplicity and long-term friendship, which suits you best.”

Song Xu paused for a moment, then gave a soft “hmm” as a sign of approval.

Two eyes immediately fell on the two people standing next to each other.

Xu Baiyan blinked curiously: “What about Brother Feng’an and Brother Ling? What is your favorite flower?”

Before Qing Fengan could speak, Jin Xianling lowered his eyes and looked at the people around him. His voice instantly softened, with a unique doting tone: “Like him, I like peony.”

“Peony…” Xu Baiyan tilted his head, “What is the language of flowers?”

Qing Feng’an placed her fingertips gently on her knees, her eyebrows were gentle, and she spoke slowly, each word carrying the deep affection that had traveled through thousands of years:

“The special love, the longing for each other, the love that is difficult to let go, is also the only preference in this life.”

After the words fell, Jin Xianling’s eyes became softer, and she quietly held Qing Feng’an’s hand under the table.

He is jealous and possessive precisely because Qing Feng’an is the person he wants to hold on to across life and death, and across time and space.

The four of them just chatted about everything, from flowers and plants to calligraphy and painting, from modern daily life to the distant and secret ancient past that only belonged to the four of them. The atmosphere was warm and relaxing.Qing Feng’an carefully served tea to everyone, remembering that Xu Baiyan loved sweet drinks, remembering that Song Xu only drank light tea, and remembering that Jin Xianling liked warm water with just the right temperature, and her every move was gentle and appropriate.

In the evening, the four of them finished dinner together. The dining table was clean and warm, and they laughed lightly.

After finishing cleaning up, Qing Feng’an picked up the garbage bag at the door and said softly: “I’ll go downstairs and throw away the garbage. I’ll be back soon.”

Jin Xianling immediately raised his eyes and subconsciously wanted to get up – he had never been willing to let Qing Feng’an go anywhere alone.

“I’ll be quick.” Qing Feng’an saw through his thoughts and looked back with a smile, her eyebrows were languid, “You’re just downstairs, you don’t need to accompany me.”

Jin Xianling gave up and just said: “Come back soon.” There was a hint of clinginess in that tone that was not easy to detect.

Qing Fengan opened the door and went downstairs.

The street lights in the community have been turned on, the warm yellow light spreads on the ground, and the evening breeze blows gently.He had just thrown the garbage into the trash can, and when he turned around, he saw a familiar young figure standing not far away.

It was the boy he was protecting behind him in the alley at noon.

The young man also saw him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his original nervousness disappeared instantly. He walked forward quickly, his cheeks slightly red, with the shyness unique to young people:

“Brother…hello.”

Qing Feng’an’s eyebrows softened and her tone was gentle: “Is it you, you haven’t come home so late?”

“I went out for a walk, and I didn’t expect to meet you.” The young man clenched his clothes, his face full of gratitude. “Thank you so much for what happened at noon. If it weren’t for you, I really don’t know what I would have done… And the gentleman who was with you, thank you too.”

“It’s easy, don’t worry about it.” Qing Feng’an said in a gentle voice, “In the future, just avoid remote alleys and pay attention to safety.”

The young man nodded vigorously, hesitated for a while, and finally plucked up the courage to look up: “Brother, I don’t know your name yet… My name is Lin Xingmian, the star of the stars, the sleep of sleep.”

“Qing Feng’an.”

Lin Xingmian recited the name silently in his heart, and felt that the person was just like his name, pure and peaceful, gentle and reassuring.He bit his lower lip and said quietly and nervously:

“Brother Qingfeng An… Can I, can I add you as a friend? I don’t mean anything else, I just… really want to thank you and wish you peace in the future.”

Qing Feng’an looked at the pure and clean gratitude in the young man’s eyes, did not refuse, and nodded slightly: “Okay.”

The two took out their mobile phones and added each other as friends.

Lin Xingmian looked at the newly added names in the address book, and his eyes lit up with joy. He bowed seriously again: “Thank you very much, Brother Qingfeng An! I will definitely protect myself in the future and not cause you any trouble!”

“Go home quickly, don’t let your family worry.” Qing Feng’an warned in a gentle voice.

“Well! Goodbye, Brother Qingfeng!”

Lin Xingmian waved his hand and ran away in bounds. The young man’s vitality was particularly bright in the night.

Qing Feng’an stood under the street lamp, smiled softly, and turned to look at the lamp that was lit for him upstairs.

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