C5 (1/2)

The clear autumn wind passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, several months had passed.

Because the Yunmeng was located in the south, the winter snow was originally precious, but this year's snow was even later than last year's.

Jin Se had always had a calm personality, and after that day, Qi Yue did not come to find her even after a few months had passed.

This afternoon, she was learning early, so Qi Zhen pulled her along to wander the mountains.

They first went to the Green Willow Mansion in Yunmeng for dinner, and as the waiter brought them noodles, Jin Se prepared a bowl of noodles and poured some brine on top of it.

Qi Zhen laughed as he smelt the hot fragrance, ”When you came, it was precisely to the scene of fire and red maple at Qizhi Mountain, creating those gloomy and rainy skies. It's rare that plum blossoms bloom after the heavy snow on Mount Yuxia this year. Stepping on the snow to find plum blossoms, we should emulate the ancients to find a beautiful scenery! ”

Jin Se could not help but also eat a bowl of noodles. After that, the Qi warrior drove them to the foot of the Jadeite Mountain in his private car, and they slowly walked up the mountain.

It was snowing today, and the red plums were blooming in full bloom. The visitors who came to the mountain to admire the plum plum were as if they were weaving in and out.

The mountain wasn't high either. Soon, they reached the top.

Standing at the top of the mountain, the view was very wide and it was very interesting to see far into the distance.

When he bent over, he saw that the snow had yet to dissipate. The red plum was like the sea, and the fragrant snow was 10 miles away. It was like a painting of a red plum that was rendered by craftsmanship.

Qi Zhen was a person who loved to liven things up, so he couldn't help but say with a smile, ”How is it, is it beautiful?”

Jin Se nodded with a smile and replied, ”Hanxue Hongmei, the fragrance is drifting in the air. Truly beautiful.”

They rested at the top of the hill and went to the back to see May.

The snow fell onto a vast expanse of white land. Looking around, it didn't seem different than before. Only a few green bamboo trees could be seen in the distance. A few clumps of snow quietly fell from the leaves.

Before they had even reached the back of the mountain, they heard the sounds of laughter coming from the forest. Qi Zhen loved to play around, so she pulled Jin Se to watch. In front of a Plum Blossom Tree, there were a dozen or so young girls talking animatedly with each other.

Jin Se saw a beautiful girl standing under a plum tree. She was dressed in red, with graceful curves, not one bit inferior to those plum blossoms. She held a handful of plum blossoms and froze there.

Jin Se was curious, he turned to look, and sure enough, there was a man in front with an easel placed beside him.

Qi Zhen stood at the outermost layer, looking at the brush drawing on the easel from afar, clicking his tongue and saying, ”Beautiful is fine, but I might as well use a western oil painting, it's more solid.”

Jin Se smiled slightly, and said, ”The scenery of China, is naturally the result of the concept of the National Painting. After all, oil painting is still a level away.”

The young man painting suddenly heard a quiet female voice, he could not help but put down the brush in his hand, and raised his eyes to look at Jin Se.

He saw that the woman in front of him was wearing dark blue clothes. She wore a few pear blossoms embroidered on the edge of her skirt with silver threads. She didn't wear any accessories, making her look like a female student. She lowered her eyes and chatted and laughed with the woman beside her, her cheeks rippling with faint dimples.

Behind her was a tree of handsome red plums. She smiled sweetly like that and only felt that her smile was light and delicate, causing the bright red plum trees to lose their luster.

He smiled slightly and said, ”When the clear water gives birth to the Hibiscus Mutabilis, the Hibiscus was naturally carved.”

He picked up the brush and changed a piece of paper. With a few strokes, he managed to draw out her charm.