flstandardbreds Is Chapter 143 a spur of the moment impulse?
Is Chapter 143 a spur of the moment impulse?
When all the preliminary preparations were successfully completed, Xinyang handed Xianyun the carefully drawn decoration drawings and some clothing designs, and whispered, "Taking advantage of this precious free time while the shop is being renovated, I plan to go to Qiaoying Manor with Linghua to take a look. After all, milk tea made from various types of tea has unique and different flavors. Therefore, it would be best to go on site and experience it in person. In that case, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you, Master, to take care of the entire shop renovation!"
Xianyun took the drawing steadily, a trace of calmness and confidence showing on his face, then nodded slightly to indicate his agreement: "Well, go ahead and don't worry, I'll take care of it here, just be careful about your safety along the way." After all the instructions and arrangements were made, Xinyang and Linghua embarked on the journey to Qiaoying Manor.
Xinyang thought: Because the shop's design was unique and ingenious, the overall construction process would undoubtedly be slow. Furthermore, some relevant paperwork had yet to be fully completed. This left him with plenty of time, perfect for some sightseeing and relaxation along the way, allowing him to unwind and unwind.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the border of Chenyu Valley. It was dusk, and Linghua was only thinking about finding a place to eat as soon as possible so she could figure out where to rest for the night.
However, at this moment, Xinyang suddenly pointed to a towering peak in the distance, suggesting excitedly, "Look, Linghua, that peak over there is probably the highest in this area! If we can successfully climb to the top, the breathtaking scenery we'll be able to experience will surely be breathtaking and refreshing! How about we just go on a mountaineering adventure instead?"
Linghua held Xinyang's hand tightly and said softly, "It's getting late now. Why don't we find a place to rest first? As for climbing the mountain, can we do it tomorrow during the day?"
But Xinyang calmly took out the Chenge pot from behind his back and said with a happy face: "Haha, I've been prepared for a long time! Come on, let's go hiking!"
Linghua was a little surprised by this situation, but since Xinyang had even brought the Chenge Pot with him, Linghua had no choice but to nod and agree, and followed Xinyang on the mountain climbing journey.
We continued on our way, reaching the mountainside. Looking back, we saw this place, worthy of being Liyue's renowned tea-producing region. Lush tea plantations stretched across the mountain, like a vast ocean of green. A gentle breeze blew, bringing with it the refreshing, elegant aroma of tea, transporting us to a fairyland. The air was thick with the delicate fragrance of tea, refreshing and captivating, a feeling that was impossible to escape.
The two continued to climb, the path becoming increasingly rugged, but their steps never faltered. Xinyang was in high spirits, constantly reminiscing with Linghua about the past. His face was filled with excitement and joy.
Xinyang recounted to Linghua the wonderful years they had spent together, each detail gleaming like a glittering star in the river of memory. Every word was filled with warmth and emotion, drawing Linghua deeper into the story and transporting her thoughts back to the past.
"Do you remember the first time we went hiking? It was also in the evening..." Xinyang described the scene vividly, with a gleam in his eyes.
Linghua listened quietly, moving her feet cautiously and responding from time to time, but a strange feeling surged in her heart - Xinyang seemed a little different today: she could clearly feel that Xinyang was worried a few days ago, and usually before going out, Xinyang would think of everything he wanted to do and communicate with her to fill in the gaps. This time, she came to Qiaoyingzhuang to discuss cooperation with the milk tea shop, but Xinyang seemed to be playful, something was wrong...
Linghua wondered what had stirred Xinyang so much. Was he too busy these days? Had something happened? Or was something special about to happen? Filled with doubts, Linghua quickened her pace, eager to uncover the mystery. Meanwhile, Xinyang, still lost in memories, was oblivious to the turmoil in Linghua's heart.
As they climbed higher, the surrounding mist thickened. They felt as if they were immersed in a sea of clouds, a dreamlike experience. Every step they took felt like exploring an unknown world.
As the two climbed, the night deepened. Moonlight streamed down the mountain like water, illuminating their path. Xinyang continued to narrate, as if pouring out all those beautiful memories.
Linghua's doubts grew stronger, but she didn't interrupt Xinyang. She simply followed silently, waiting for the right moment. Finally, they reached the top of the mountain. Standing there, overlooking the rolling mountains below and the lights dotting the mountains like stars, the scenery was breathtaking.
At that moment, the scene before them stunned them both. The setting sun cast its afterglow across the rolling mountain range, its golden light intertwined with the mist, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene. The distant Chenyu Valley seemed remarkably tranquil in the twilight, while the tea plantations beneath their feet stretched like a vast green carpet.
Linghua stood quietly behind Xinyang, the breeze from the mountaintop gently caressing her hair and the corners of her clothes. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling the cool breeze, her heart at peace.
Xinyang took a deep breath, then slowly turned to face Linghua, took out a coat and gently put it on Linghua, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.
"Linghua, you look so beautiful today."
"Puchi" Linghua burst out laughing when she heard Xinyang's "serious" words.
Seeing Linghua suddenly laugh, Xinyang couldn't help but be a little surprised. He frowned and complained: "What are you laughing at? I have worked so hard to build up such emotions!" Although there was some dissatisfaction in his words, it was more of a doting feeling towards Linghua.
Linghua tried hard to suppress the smile in her heart and quickly explained: "I'm sorry, it's just that I haven't heard you speak to me in such a serious tone for a long time, and I'm not used to it for a while. But it doesn't matter, I will try my best to control my emotions, you continue." As she spoke, Linghua winked at Xinyang mischievously, looking very cute.
Xinyang took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the emotions surging like waves within him. His chest rose and fell slightly, as if he was struggling against the surging emotions.
After a long pause, Xinyang slowly spoke, "You've been working so hard these past few days. Looking back, it was just a whim I had, but I never imagined it would keep everyone busy until now. Yesterday, in particular, is deeply engraved in my mind. When I accidentally caught a glimpse of you buried in your illustrations, your exhausted expression made my heart clench. Later, you collapsed on the table, exhausted. At that moment, it was like waking from a long dream, and I suddenly realized—we are husband and wife! Seeing my beloved, my wife, toiling so hard for me, I feel ashamed and humiliated. If my brother knew about this, with his temper, he would definitely fight me to the death, right? At this thought, a strong desire emerged in my heart: I want to take you out for some relaxation, so that you can relax. However, perhaps because I care too much about this relationship, I feel a little overwhelmed, completely unsure how to express my feelings to you..."
Before Xinyang could finish, Linghua tiptoed and touched Xinyang's lips lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the air was filled with warmth and sweetness.