The swaying hyacinth is like a beautiful girl dancing in the breeze, swaying towards her in the wind.

The blue pearls are shining with seductive colors under the dewdrops.

The blue color is darker, but it is more eye-catching.

Looking at the hyacinth, she couldn't help but think of her grandmother who had been dead for three years. Her heart moved. She lifted her feet and walked towards the hyacinth involuntarily.

I remember my grandmother told her that the blue hyacinth represents perseverance, Zhen Cao, looking at the blue hyacinth is like seeing her lover.

So, my grandmother planted blue pearls in the garden in the yard where they lived. Did she think of her former lover when she looked at those hyacinths?

Her hand involuntarily reached into the blue sea of ​​flowers, standing in the sea of ​​flowers, just like grandma was by her side, bringing her back to her childhood.

"grandmother……"

She couldn't help calling out, and didn't notice when Mo Junhao was with her.

"Did you think of your grandma again?"

The sudden sound of Mo Junhao scared her, and the hand that was originally placed on the Blue Pearl trembled suddenly.

"Scared me again."

She unnaturally avoided Mo Junhao's gaze and said casually.

"You're so obsessed with it."

Mo Junhao reached out and pulled her over, facing her, and said, "Zhiqing, why not go back to the UK and see grandma, okay?"

He suggested so seriously, but Han Zhiqing was so scared that she subconsciously took a few steps back, and a hint of undetectable apology and fear flashed in her eyes at this moment.

Then, he suddenly shook his head at Mo Junhao and said, "Don't be so anxious, let's talk about it when we have time."

She avoided Mo Junhao's eyes, struggled slightly for a few times, and retreated from Mo Junhao's arms.

He pulled the corners of his mouth twice as he pretended to be relaxed and said, "We still have a lot of things to do on our hands now and can't take time."

She explained it to Mo Junhao as if she was a reasonable explanation for her timidity, and to her dead grandmother, and even more so she was looking for an excuse for herself to make her feel at ease.

Back to the UK...

She has not been back for three years since she came back, but she is afraid of stepping into that land and letting her recall the experiences that she did not want to recall.

Mo Junhao saw the fear of unknown reasons in her eyes. He heard that she said, he did not persist very much.

I really wanted to know what was going on in the middle, but she didn't want to say it, so he didn't plan to ask.

Just now, when he saw her staring at the hyacinth in a daze, he knew that she was thinking of her grandmother whom she buried in England.

Then she suggested accompanying her back to the UK to take a look, but she didn't expect that she would refuse like this.

"Okay, when we have time, I will accompany you to the UK."

He grabbed her hands and said solemnly.

"Um."

Looking at him, she smiled and nodded, leaning her face in his arms. Only in this way can her heart slowly return to peace.

"Come on, don't stay here, let's go out for a walk, I don't want you to stare at these flowers and think of people other than me."

He joked, trying to cover up the sadness in her eyes.

Seeing his childish and calculating look, Han Zhiqing finally couldn't help but chuckle out loud, "You are shaking in front of me every day, do you still need me to think about it?"

A laughter came from Mo Junhao's mouth. He held her hand and walked out of the villa's yard and walked along the country road outside that could only accommodate one car.

Han Zhiqing then realized that the villa's seat is very suitable for vacation.

Behind the villa is a soft beach and the sea with a view of the aurora.

And after coming out of the front yard, it feels like a country peach garden.

The road surface is not wide, most of it is muddy, and both sides of the road are full of plants, and some are still grown vegetables that she cannot tell her name.

In the pastoral countryside, you can also see some people dressed in farmers doing labor.

“It’s so good to have a bad situation here.”

Han Zhiqing was led by Mo Junhao and couldn't help but speak, breathing the fresh air that can only be felt in this countryside.

The feeling of refreshing can only be experienced here.

"Do you like it?"

Hearing this, Mo Junhao looked at her with a lowered eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"Um."

Nodding honestly, she turned her eyes to the green garden again and sighed: "It's beautiful and comfortable here, and it will make people relax involuntarily."

This is her personal feeling. She has never been as relaxed as this moment in the years.

Walking hand in hand with him on the country road, no longer the troubles of the world, only him and her.

If she had a choice, she really hoped to stay here forever, be spoiled by him and not have to think about anything, he would solve everything for her.

Mo Junhao's steps stopped at this time, turned around and looked at her, and laughed softly:

"If you like it, when we get old, we will live our second half of our lives here, with only the two of us, and we will not let anyone disturb us."

"May I?"

"sure."

He answered seriously and firmly, "My grandpa can't spend the rest of his life with the person he loves here, we can."

He held her hand tightly and strengthened his tone again: "Zhiqing, don't think too much, don't compare yourself with anyone, we are just us."

He could always feel something Han Zhiqing was repelling unconsciously.

Just like every time he said he wanted to marry her, she would change her face reflexively, and she could not even raise her.

He knew that it must have something to do with what she had experienced, but he didn't know anything about it.

Was it because her parents divorced that made her fear of marriage?

If so, her reaction wouldn't be so strong.

Han Zhiqing seemed to be able to vaguely hear another meaning in Mo Junhao's words, and her eyes trembled slightly twice.

Then he looked up at him and nodded to him in a vague way, "Yes."

With a simple response, she withdrew her gaze and continued to hold his hand and walked forward.

Mo Junhao couldn't tell what it felt like at this time. When facing Han Zhiqing, sometimes he really felt powerless.

It seems that once all the passion meets Han Zhiqing like this, it will be instantly transformed into nothingness.

He pityed her and felt sorry for her. He wanted to know everything about her, whether it was good or bad, he wanted to know.

But he felt that sometimes she deliberately avoided him and hid something from him, but she could not ask her directly.

He also knew that he had to be patient with her, but he didn't know when his patience could last.

Finally, he could only sigh in his heart, holding her always cold hands tightly with his backhand, and the two of them walked quietly on the path.

Rainy weather always looks gray, and even the sky is very dark.

Before we knew it, the night began to fall, and some moisture was faintly sandwiched between the air.

Before they could react, the rain began to fall again.

“It’s raining again?”

Han Zhiqing's brows subconsciously frowned. She liked the feeling of following Mo Junhao in the countryside like this, but she was still disturbed by this annoying rainy day.

"Why? Don't want to go back?"

Mo Junhao heard the boredom in her tone and said with a smile.

"Don't think much."

She frowned at him and replied honestly.

"Okay, then we won't go back."

He smiled and hugged her shoulders, and was secretly thrilled in his heart for her direct expression.

I took off my coat and covered them on the heads of the two of them, protecting her under my wings. I felt very good at this time.

In this small space, there are only the two of them, enjoying the small world that belongs only to them alone.

"Robbery! Someone robbed! Hurry him, hurry up and grab him..."

Just as the two were enjoying such a rare world of two people, such a rapid voice came from behind at this moment.

It has a strong country accent and a little gasping.

The two of them paused subconsciously when they heard this rapid sound.

At the same time, Han Zhiqing obviously felt that when the two of them turned their heads, Mo Junhao's body subconsciously saw the man running towards them who was still holding a sickle in his hand.

The earth protected her behind her.
Chapter completed!