Si Yiyan drove the car to Lishan Manor, and the last time Si Yiyan's assistant Gu Yuehan took her here, but that time she didn't have a good visit, but was directly taken to the square where the helicopter was parked.

The manor occupies a large area, with blue-gray brick walls and irregular piles, showing a kind of simplicity and heaviness that has gone through vicissitudes.

The layout of the room has an antique charm, and the appropriate furnishings of the coffee table, tea set, Go, calligraphy and painting, and antiques show the knowledge and taste of the owner.

The courtyard adopts the European courtyard style, a fine cobblestone path extends in all directions, wraps around the entire courtyard, and green grass emerges from the pebbles, making this path more winding and quiet!

"Be careful with your feet, the cobblestone trails may not be easy to follow." Si Yiyan half-supported her and walked on the fine cobblestone path, but unexpectedly the cobblestone path was very smooth, even if she was wearing high heels, she didn't feel slippery.

"It's so beautifully furnished, it looks like it's been around for some years." Wen Wen Ya is not pretentious, her body is half leaning on Si Yiyan, and most of the center of gravity of her body is transferred to her body, and the posture of the two people seems to be snuggling up to each other, so that she has a feeling of stability in the present world for no reason, and the years are not quiet, and she lives up to Shaoguang.

"The estate is twenty-one years old, and most of the design and decoration was done by my mother, who lived here when she was pregnant and was not brought back to Italy by my father until I was born." Si Yiyan's tone was tinged with a touch of sentimentality.

Wen Wenya didn't know whether to comfort him or not, but gently shook his hand.

Si Yiyan looked down at her and smiled, leading her to a corner.

A turn, it is another scenery, the small lake of bluestone piles, flashing in the sunlight with turquoise tranquility, next to the pile of stone mountains, a water curtain flows into the lake from top to bottom, in the calm lake, set off a circle of ripples.

Si Yiyan stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "The grape trellis over there was built by my father, and the grapes below were planted by my mother herself. ”

Wen Wenya subconsciously looked at the past, the grape branches stretched along the shelf, climbing the entire shelf, the yellowish grape leaves were shaded by green, and under the shade were placed two exquisite knee chairs and wood-lacquered tables: "The present world is stable, the years are not quiet, in order to live up to the light, this is what a woman wants in her life, your father not only loves your mother, but also understands her." ”

Si Yiyan looked down at her, her eyes were as clear as glass, revealing all her feelings in front of her, without concealing it: "Wen Wenya, what my father didn't do, I will definitely do it." ”

He didn't do it to grow old with his mother, and he will definitely do it.

Wen Wenya raised her eyes to look at him, his eyes were clear, her eyes were beautiful, and his eyes reflected her as if she was open to the end of the delicate and beautiful air, penetrating the soul, and seeing her scorching bones and arrogance clearly.

"That cluster of roses was planted by my own hands, not long after I met you." Si Yiyan smiled lowly and looked at the cluster of roses planted in the corner next to him.

"It's beautiful!" Warm and elegant, it is already October, and there are still scattered flowers on the branches that are about to bloom to decay, but there is a kind of decadent and ruined beauty.

The smile in Si Yiyan's eyes was stained with Bo Mei and kissed her sideburns in a low voice, with a lingering taste: "The roses are very beautiful, the branches are entwined with leaves, aren't they lingering, the grapes bear fruit, the roses bloom, there are flowers and fruits, and they are accompanied by each other, which is the ultimate in life." ”

"I didn't expect Si Jiu Shao to be beautiful, arrogant, cold, and cold, and the coquettish hidden under his temperament is comparable to that of the Wei and Jin dynasties." Wen Wenya couldn't help laughing, how much lingering compassion and beauty were contained in such ordinary words.

She was wrong, Zhong Rufeng is at most a gentleman with a beautiful bones, and Si Yiyan is an out-and-out romantic man who has infiltrated from his bones.

He is deeply possessed of the mysteriousness, insight, appreciation, and affection of a celebrity, and he can speak freely and arbitrarily; You can be wild and uninhibited, free and easy, you can talk about Xuanyi's world, you can travel in the forest, and you can write books and indulge in pen and ink.

In his bones, there is a rare sexual truth and innocence buried deep in the world!

Si Yiyan's eyes had a gleam: "You grow up quickly, let me really enjoy the beauty of life." ”

"Merry was a compliment in that era, but now it is depreciating, you are not ashamed, but proud, and you are on your nose and face." Wen Wenya looked at him, her cheeks were slightly flushed, her breathing was slightly moist and hot, her eyes were rippling, and her expression was thin and charming, showing that she was already emotional, she never knew that Si Yiyan's emotional appearance was so colorful, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her breathing was a little unsmooth.

Si Yiyan's fingers gently rubbed her crimson face, seemingly justified in her argument, but in fact she was shy to the extreme: "For the girl you love, being romantic and coquettish is a good story in the world, and there are still many romantic and beautiful people in the Han Dynasty." ”

"Zhang Chang was obsessed with **** romance, was stigmatized by the world, and was dissatisfied with the emperor at that time, so he was not listed as a minister." Wen Wenya felt her cheeks burn like fire, and felt that his fingers seemed to be carrying electricity, rubbing against her face, with a tingling electric current, flowing all over her body.

She secretly complained in her heart, although she was only fifteen years old, but her body contained a twenty-five-year-old soul, that soul knew the affairs of men and women, at this time, she was teased by him like this, her mind was full of charm, and the protagonist turned out to be Si Yiyan.

"Power and wealth, how can it be compared, the lingering hair, the love of thrushes, the scarlet of makeup, and the joy of obsessing over the bed!" Si Yiyan's eyes were immediately like a spark that could burn the prairie fire, every time he spit out a word, that eye burned a little, and the fingers that were as slender as jade and had distinct knuckles, with his words, pierced between her hair, rippled between her eyebrows, and finally forgot to return between her lips.

Wen Wenya's inner heat and desire could no longer be suppressed, she slapped his hand away and glared at him: "Every merry person actually has a nasty heart!" ”

But he turned around and scolded him for being obscene, Si Yiyan couldn't help but smile calmly: "Wrong, it's that every man has a nasty heart, this is human nature, just look at who he is, Confucius said that he eats sex!" There was also a period with Nanzi back then. ”

Wen Wenya couldn't help but look at him with disdain: "You are obscene, and you have to drag all the men in the world to accompany you to the funeral, you are not only obscene, but also very shameless." ”

Wen Wenya doesn't remember which book she reads that says: When a woman loves a man, she will be stingy to the point of being calculating, and when a man loves a woman, she will be so childish that it is ridiculous, a woman's appearance is usually in life, and a man's expression is usually unabashedly his desire for you, but full of restraint.