Chapter 862 Give You a Lifetime

It's midsummer, the shade is green and the flowers are in full bloom.

Li Xiangling looked at Qi Jun standing under the blue sky and white clouds. Among all her suitors, Qi Jun was undoubtedly the best, and it was impossible for someone better than him to appear.

He has a good background, excellent upbringing, and admirable self-cultivation.

He is not a second king who just sits and eats mountains and sky. He has his own life plan. Although he is lazy and greedy for fun, he does not have any bad habits. Such a person can be said to be impeccable for any girl.

but……

Li Xiangling's eyes drooped slightly, and she smiled softly after a moment of silence: "Thank you, Young Master Qi. I'm also sorry, you are not in my plan for my future."

Qi Jun's face was tense, and after seeing her smile, he knew that he was going to be rejected again: "You rejected me just because of my appearance, isn't it on the same line as your expectations for your future? "

Li Xiangling was silent again for a short time, and then shook her head gently: "I am not a rigid person who does not know how to be flexible. If my heart is moved, even if it is an accident, I am willing to try."

These words made Qi Jun Qingjuan's face pale instantly, he maintained a gentlemanly smile, and said in a low tone, "I understand. I'm sorry I offended you today."

Seeing the bouquet in his hand hanging limply with his hands, Li Xiangling didn't want to say any more sad words.

"Young Master Qi, we are going to eat barbecue. It is said that the barbecue here is excellent, do you want to try it together?" Song Meng looked at the scene in extreme embarrassment, and immediately gave Qi Jun a step.

Qi Jun naturally took the opportunity to step down, and smiled gratefully at Song Meng: "No, you sisters will be separated tomorrow, there must be a lot of whispers to say, so I won't bother you, A Mian knows current affairs to make room, I I also go back to pack my luggage, tomorrow... Tomorrow I plan to go to the place I planned to explore again."

"Be careful." Yun Xiangxiang said with concern.

Qi Jun smiled and made an OK gesture, then glanced at Li Xiangling again: "I'm leaving."

Qi Jun turned around and couldn't keep smiling, he felt very uncomfortable, a pain of being rejected by the girl he loved wrapped his heart tightly, it turns out... so this is what it feels like to be rejected.

Thinking of the countless women he had rejected, he never thought that such a day would happen to him.

"Actually, Young Master Qi is really nice." Song Meng was also a little sorry, Qi Jun looked like a playboy, but she could still see that Qi Jun was sincere to Li Xiangling.

But she can only feel sorry, even though she hopes that Li Xiangling and Qi Jun can have a start, but she is Li Xiangling's best friend.

From Li Xiangling's calm refusal, it can be seen that although Li Xiangling doesn't dislike Qi Jun, she doesn't feel like a woman feels towards a man.

Afterwards, they all consciously avoided the topic of Qi Jun, even to the point of being cold-hearted. Yun Xiangxiang never mentioned Song Mian again, and Song Meng never mentioned Yang Qi again.

Before it was dark, they sat down at a small round table by the river, and not far away, a chef from a farmhouse began to barbecue for them.

It was rare for them to bring a case of beer here. Yun Xiangxiang had taken the anti-alcoholic medicine earlier. If she hadn't made an appointment with Song Mian in advance today to make up for his birthday, she wouldn't mind getting drunk with them.

In the end, the cheating Yun Xiangxiang just drank the two of them down, moved the two female drunks to the room they booked in advance, wiped their faces, covered the quilt and closed the door, before Yun Xiangxiang called Ask where Song Mian is.

"I'm right here, you come to the small workshop." Although Song Mian didn't disturb their little sisters' parting party, he didn't have the intention of throwing the three girls away.

There is a small workshop in the farmhouse to do some handicrafts. They saw it when they visited the garden before, but the door was not open.

Yun Xiang searched for his memory and walked to the small workshop.

The cabin is surrounded by small thumb bulbs, colorful vines wrap around the room, embellishing the room beautifully in the dark, the cabin has windows, about 15 square meters in the room, and there are many shelves against the walls.

There are many ceramics on the shelves, but they are oddly shaped, there is no pattern to follow, and some of them can't even be seen.

"These are the guests who came to the farmhouse to play in the past. After making the works that are not to be taken away, the host will display them here." Song Mian is wearing an apron and pulling the embryos on the embryo drawing machine with both hands.

Yun Xiangxiang looked away from the shelf, landed on Song Mian, and walked to his side: "What are you doing?"

Song Mian's eyes were filled with a smile, and he glanced sideways at her: "I'll make you a present for the Qixi Festival."

"You still know this?" Yun Xiangxiang was a little surprised.

"I didn't do it before, but I do now." I haven't studied for a long time, as long as I have the heart, there is nothing I can't learn.

Yun Xiangxiang looked a little itchy, but she was very self-aware. She didn't care about this, so she took out an apron, rolled up her sleeves, and picked up mud to play with.

Perhaps because of his good manual skills, Yun Xiangxiang pinched two small people, one was obviously male and the other was obviously female, and then asked them to stand together hand in hand.

And then... there is no more.

For a person who has never touched this kind of thing, it is very good to be able to shape it and see that it is male and female.

Yun Xiangxiang had a great time playing, and finally understood why children like to play with mud, it's quite interesting, isn't it.

Watching things take shape from my own hands, with the taste of soil, but revealing my personality.

Even if the thing that embodies personality is ugly, it doesn't stop Yun Xiangxiang from being rare.

She played so much that she forgot about Song Mian, and when she squeezed a table of weird things, she turned her head and saw that Song Mian's things had already taken shape.

"Ah, there are two cups, you want to give me a cup?" Yun Xiangxiang stared at the tall and thin cup.

Song Mian's hand stopped, his gaze was as deep and boundless as the sea, as gentle and warm as a hot spring, his beautiful lips outlined a heart-pounding arc, and his voice was like moonlight in the night, like a veil of mist ethereal.

"Well, a cup, a lifetime."

I don't know if Yun Xiangxiang has a mentality problem, but in her memory, cups represent cups!

This is the first time I have heard that a cup symbolizes a lifetime.

Thinking that this is Qixi Festival, a festival for lovers, Song Mian's love words seemed to have a hook, so that her heart could not be controlled by herself.

Yun Xiangxiang couldn't find anything to say other than her uncontrollable sweet smile. She wrapped her arms around Song Mian's waist and leaned against him.

After that, she was like a person without bones, she would not let go of what Song Mian did, and just stuck with him like that.