I don't want to live again

Chapter 24

There are not many people in the park, and there is a large wetland, among which there are many egrets.

After Song Qingcheng parked the car, Ning Qingwan stuffed the wallet into his pocket, the two of them held hands, fingers intertwined, and walked slowly.

Among the half-completed projects, there are pavilions, wooden bridges, and long plank roads. Egrets dance, butterflies play with flowers, and the wind blows through the mountains on one side, and there is a faint whimpering sound.

Ning Qingwan took a deep breath and praised: "It's so beautiful here! I've been here for nearly two months, and I didn't even know there was such a place."

"Walking around for a while, we climbed to the middle of the mountain, there is a pavilion there, we will eat there, I brought some food." Song Qingcheng said lightly.

He brought small bread, biscuits, and several bottles of water. He also brought a box of chicken nuggets and a box of dumplings in an insulated box. These were made by Yu Ying, and the weather would not be too cold in this weather.

The two walked up the mountain road. The trees on the mountain were tall and tall, covering the sun with clouds. This is a virgin forest with a history of thousands of years.

The two of them walked along the road, and the higher they went, the fewer pedestrians there were, and the cool breeze was blowing, which was very comfortable.

Ning Qingwan's little hands were smooth and tender, with a bit of coolness, like jade.

The two were talking while walking, you and me, the affection was endless, and there seemed to be endless things to say.

It was already 11:30 when we arrived at the pavilion halfway up the mountain. Ning Qingwan was sweating all over, her clothes were slightly damp, and her long snow-white legs were also sweaty.

But the sweat made the fragrance on her body stronger. Song Qingcheng sat with her on the wooden chair in the pavilion, and she sighed: "My legs are a little sore."

"Let me rub it for you." Song Qingcheng said softly, picked up her calf and placed it on his lap.

In fact, he didn't feel tired, his physical strength was indeed astonishing, he just sweated a little.

Gently pinching Ning Qingwan's calf, her calf was very slender and straight, and the sweat melted in her palm, Song Qingcheng felt very comfortable.

Ning Qingwan leaned against the guardrail behind the long wooden chair, squinted slightly, and fell on his face, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

In fact, she didn't know when she fell in love with him. Maybe it was his maturity that attracted her when they met for the first time, maybe it was his wisdom and self-confidence.

In short, she developed a good impression of him unknowingly, maybe this is subtle, but she really likes him.

As she said, she is a traditional woman, once she likes a man, there will be a place in her heart, which will gradually expand until she is no longer separated from her.

Song Qingcheng removed her shoes, and then took off her little white socks.

Ning Qingwan originally wanted to refuse, but when she thought about it, even the bowl was eaten by him, and her feet were no big deal.

Song Qingcheng sighed in admiration and rubbed it slowly. Her little feet were quite different from Wang Yuyan's. They were slender, not so fleshy, and slightly cool, smooth and tender. She didn't wear nail polish, but they were very beautiful.

"Why don't you put on nail polish?" Song Qingcheng said while playing.

Ning Qingwan responded: "Do you like it? If I like it, I will paint it later. What color do you like?"

"With your temperament, you should not like bright red. You should be more reserved and intellectual. You should like purple, you can use cherry blossom pink purple, or you should be suitable for ice blue."

Song Qingcheng smiled, Ning Qingwan was taken aback, he really understood her, her heart became softer and softer.

After rubbing her legs, Ning Qingwan felt that her calves were not so sore, but he was still holding her feet, and she lightly kicked his legs: "Okay, can we eat? "

Song Qingcheng put on socks and shoes for her, and took out food from the bag.

"There's nowhere to wash your hands here. You've held your feet for so long, don't you think it's smelly?" Ning Qingwan said in a low voice, but there was a faint charm floating between her brows.

Song Qingcheng shook his head: "It's not smelly, just smell it."

Putting her hand in front of her, she tilted her head pretending to be disgusted, but she still smelled a slight fragrance. She still knew the smell on her body, and there was nothing unpleasant about it.

Song Qingcheng took a pair of chopsticks, Ning Qingwan took the chopsticks, first fed him a dumpling, and then ate by herself.

The noon sun shone on the edge of the pavilion, and the backs of the two were shrouded in the sun. The shadow was short, but the love was long.

The dumplings are stuffed with cabbage and pork. The pork is not chopped into minced meat, but cut into small cubes.

"Aunt Yu's craftsmanship is really good!" Ning Qingwan praised.

Song Qingcheng said softly: "Wanwan, eat more."

"I have a small appetite, you should eat more and open your mouth." Ning Qingwan said softly, and handed the dumpling to his mouth.

But she was thinking in her heart that after Song Qingcheng left Linshan, she should visit Yu Ying more often. If she wanted to maintain a good relationship with Song Qingcheng, she had to please her mother-in-law.

It would be better to use the name of learning how to make dumplings from her. Anyway, if you learn how to cook, you can serve Song Qingcheng well.

After the two of them finished eating, Ning Qingwan actually felt a little cold, Song Qingcheng didn't plan to climb to the top of the mountain anymore, and started to descend.

The speed of going down the mountain was faster, and she returned to the car before three o'clock. Ning Qingwan was really tired, so she still let Song Qingcheng drive.

On the way back, half way through, Ning Qingwan fell asleep, Song Qingcheng didn't wake her up, and went all the way back to her community.

After parking the car, Song Qingcheng turned off the engine, pulled off the seat belt, and looked at her face, which was very clean, and she could vaguely see the appearance of the nationally famous anchor in her previous life.

"Huh? It's here?" Ning Qingwan opened her eyes, looked at his face, and said softly.

Song Qingcheng nodded, Ning Qingwan bit her lips, raised her eyebrows and said, "You will be leaving after tomorrow, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

"Wanwan, I will miss you." Song Qingcheng smiled, lowered his head and kissed her on the mouth, then said softly: "I want to see your injury."

Ning Qingwan stretched her delicate nostrils, and said in a low voice, "You want to eat a bowl, right? You're outside."

"Then I'll take you home." Song Qingcheng said softly.

Ning Qingwan hesitated for a moment, then thought that it would be a long time since they separated, so she nodded: "Come on."

She is a rented house with two bedrooms and one living room. Song Qingcheng went to the bathroom once and washed her face. When she came out again, Ning Qingwan had already cut the watermelon.

After Song Qingcheng ate a few pieces of watermelon, he felt much better, his mouth was not so dry anymore.

When Song Qingcheng left, there was still a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, reminiscing about an indescribable smell.

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