Almighty flower care master

In the small courtyard in the afternoon, the sun was warm and the wind was blowing. In the small pool in the yard, a pool of winter water was blown to bloom one after another of small white flowers.

A few koi swim around in the pond, breaking open one after another of small flowers, the bright red color, adding a bit of rare gorgeous color to the desolate scenery in winter.

Of course, the one with the thickest ink and brushstrokes should belong to Mrs. Qingcheng.

On the low tea table woven with dry bamboo in front of him, a pot of fragrant tea was bubbling hot steam. The warm and fragrant steam, along with the wind, blew onto Mrs. Qingcheng's face, unable to blow away her unchanging elegant face, but It messed up her hair and messed up Qin Yang's heart.

It's not the best tea, it's just the wild tea picked and baked by Mrs. Qingcheng herself from the mountains, and Mrs. Qingcheng washes her hands and cooks the tea herself. The taste of this tea is no longer vulgar because of her.

The tea has boiled twice and is ready to drink, but Qin Yang's mind is not on the tea, but on Mrs. Qingcheng.

Speaking of which, he has met Mrs. Qingcheng countless times, but every time he met, he felt that life was just like the first time he met... This woman, no matter from which angle or aspect you look at it, is always beautiful. It was so flawless.It is really hard to imagine how much preference God has placed on her in order to make her exquisite like a picture scroll that you will never tire of watching.

Qin Yang sighed in his heart, with a calm expression, so naturally Madam Qingcheng would not notice that something was wrong with him.

The water boiled three times, Mrs. Qingcheng picked up the small teapot, poured two cups, and said, "Taste."

Qin Yang picked up the teacup, took a breath, poured the tea into his mouth in one breath, smashed his mouth, and said with a smile: "Very good, I like it very much."

Mrs. Qingcheng said indifferently: "What's the smell?"

"Sweet." Qin Yang said.

Mrs. Qingcheng shook her head: "Swallow the whale and drink the cow."

Mrs. Qingcheng poured another glass for Qin Yang and said, "Try it again, if you still can't taste the taste, don't drink it."

Qin Yang didn't necessarily want to drink this tea, but it was a rare opportunity to sit with Mrs. Qingcheng, drink tea and have a conversation. Under Mrs. Qingcheng's guidance, my heart suddenly fluttered, and I let out a cry of surprise. <light.

"The taste of this tea is so strange." Qin Yang frowned slightly, tasted it carefully again, and whispered to himself: "I can't tell what the taste is, but it's not right, let me try it again."

After drinking this cup, Qin Yang poured another cup for himself. After drinking three cups in a row, he suddenly realized that he put down the cup and said, "This tea is bitter."

"Why did you say that?" Mrs. Qingcheng's eyes lit up, but her words were calm.

Qin Yang said: "When you drink this cup of tea for the first time, it smells sweet and sweet, but this is just an illusion. After the tea enters your throat, the aroma slowly dissipates, returning to its original source, and it becomes more delicious again. A little astringent and a little bit bitter."

"Is there any more?" Mrs. Qingcheng asked.

Qin Yang thought hard and shook his head.

Mrs. Qingcheng held the teacup in her bare hands, and said slowly: "Actually, what I want to say is, if you think this tea is sweet, then it is sweet, and if you think it is bitter, then it is bitter."

Qin Yang listened to her carefully, and Mrs. Qingcheng said again: "It's like certain things in this world, if you do something, and you think what you do is right, then it is right, even if it is the right thing in the world. People think you are wrong, then you are still right. But if you think you are wrong from the beginning, then even if you are right, then you are still wrong.”

"It feels a bit difficult to understand." Qin Yang said in surprise.

Mrs. Qingcheng smiled slightly, pointed to her chest, and said, "But follow your heart."

Qin Yang looked in the direction her finger was pointing at. At first glance, he felt that Mrs. Qingcheng's hands were so white, as tender and white as green onions. It was hard to imagine that a woman with a daughter as old as Yan Keke would treat every part of her body. The parts are well maintained.

At the second glance, I felt that Mrs. Qingcheng's breasts were so big, indescribably big, not as plump as Zhu Ruosha's, and not as round as Shi Yanyan's, but a kind of stone chest. The Tibetan jade pearl is dusty.

Such a size is hard to see through at first glance, but when you peel off her clothes, you will definitely be taken aback by the magnificence of this part.

Qin Yang hadn't looked carefully at Mrs. Qingcheng's body before, but when he saw it now, his breathing was stagnant, his scalp felt numb, and he couldn't stop sighing in his heart that you are a beauty, a beauty, which is rare in the world.

Probably because she sensed that something was wrong with Qin Yang's eyes, Mrs. Qingcheng quickly took her hand away, glanced at him, and said, "What are you looking at?"

Qin Yang wanted to say that he was looking at your breasts, but before he could say that, he felt that something was wrong. If he dared to say it, he would definitely be finished today.

Qin Yang hurriedly said: "I think Ma'am, what you said is very reasonable, and I am fascinated by it."

"Really?" Mrs. Qingcheng smiled slightly: "It doesn't make sense."

"There is reason everywhere." Qin Yang said vaguely.

"You still haven't told me what's the reason." Mrs. Qingcheng said.

Qin Yang smiled wryly, do you want to break the casserole and ask the end, isn't this killing me?

I just took a peek at you, and I did it through my clothes, I didn't see anything at all, you didn't suffer, did you?

Moreover, isn't the beauty of women just for men to see?

I am a man, you are a woman, I don't think you should take it for granted?

If you ask me in such a scary tone, I will be nervous.

Qin Yang was really nervous, for he was afraid that Mrs. Qingcheng would take a look at him and give him a headache for a long time, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Sister Qingcheng, I have always wanted to ask you a question, but I just don't know what to do. Shouldn't have asked."

"Huh?" Mrs. Qingcheng rewashed the tea leaves, put the teapot on the small stove, and responded lightly.

Qin Yang thought that if he died, he would die. If he didn't ask this question, he would definitely be suffocated. Qin Yang said: "Miss Qingcheng, you have been back to Lanhai for a while, why have I never met your husband? Moreover, Ke Ke never mentioned her father."

Qin Yang has always felt that this aspect is very abnormal, but because he is an orphan himself and does not have a deep concept of family, he has never asked.

But sitting with Mrs. Qingcheng today, I was thinking again and again what kind of man is worthy of such a woman with outstanding temperament, and finally asked.

Mrs. Qingcheng's complexion seemed to have changed, but it didn't seem to have changed. Her elegant and calm face finally lost a little of its former charm, and she said: "If you shouldn't ask, don't ask."

"This is also a secret?" Qin Yang wondered.

"You ask too many questions." Mrs. Qingcheng put down the teapot, got up and left.

Qin Yang stood up after him, and somehow said: "Hey, sister Qingcheng, could it be that you have a child out of wedlock?"

"What?" Mrs. Qingcheng turned around and looked at Qin Yang, her eyes were sharp enough to see through him.

Qin Yang felt chills in his heart, he knew that he had shot himself in the foot with a rock, why would he be so mean-spirited, he was about to run away, but unfortunately it was too late, Mrs. Qingcheng's glance penetrated all the essence and went straight to his heart, Instantly wiped out his burning ashes.

Qin Yang's consciousness suddenly went blank, his eyes gradually became confused, he seemed to be blind, and it seemed that something strange had entered his mind and was eating away at his brain.

With a sound of "boom", the sea of ​​consciousness boiled like a fire, and various fragments were intertwined in a mess, intertwined like silk and cocoons, and finally intertwined into a golden nine-petal lotus.

The lotus flower only took shape for a moment, and then it was smashed to pieces again. The petals of the lotus fluttered in all directions, like a dream... Qin Yang slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Mrs. Qingcheng against the light.

Under the sun, her face is bright, and she is all over the country!