Chapter 120

Covering his ears, Su Xiaoxiao pretended to be deaf and dumb and ignored Si HaoChen.

Si HaoChen also stopped teasing her. When she changed her clothes, she left the company. The car went all the way north to the northern suburbs of the city.

When she arrived at her destination, Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help being stunned.

"Is that it?"

There is nothing special about a small farm at a glance.

Si HaoChen nodded slightly, got out of the car, opened the door for Su Xiaoxiao, took her down and walked slowly in“ Come on, go in and have a look, and you'll know. "

"Oh."

Si HaoChen didn't say, and Su Xiaoxiao didn't ask. He followed him inside.

As soon as I entered the gate of the farm, it suddenly opened up. A small river lies across the front, and a small bridge is built across the water to the other side of the river.

At the other end of the river, not far from the shore, there are several thick trees that look at least hundreds of years old.

However, this is not the most surprising.

When Si HaoChen took Su Xiaoxiao to the bridge, he could see the ancient trees closest to the inside, with wooden stairs circling around the trunk. Between the lush and dense leaves above, there is a hut hidden.

"Si HaoChen, is that a tree house?"

"Well," Si HaoChen nodded and pulled Su Xiaoxiao's hand slightly tight“ Come on, let's go up and have a look. "

"Up? Can you really go up? "

"Do you think it's a decoration?"

"But you are so fat. What if you go up and collapse the house?" Su Xiaoxiao looked up and down at Si HaoChen and asked uneasily.

Si HaoChen's temple jumped suddenly, "me? Dead fat? "

"Ha ha..."

"Even you can't crush it, let alone the house?"

Close to Su Xiaoxiao's ear, Si HaoChen said "shamelessly", and then took Su Xiaoxiao to the tree house.

Stepping on the stairs of the tree house, I felt trembling.

Fortunately, Si HaoChen pulled it, and Su Xiaoxiao didn't panic.

Step by step up the stairs and soon entered the tree house. The door was very low. Two people bent down to go in one after the other. The tree house was quite spacious.

A small wooden table with ancient charm. The small side window can go far.

"Si HaoChen, look, there are mountains, waterfalls, grasslands and horses over there. There... There are people over there, ah, there are people over there... "

Su Xiaoxiao looked at it and couldn't help feeling a little excited.

Standing here, she suddenly felt that she had crossed time and space in an instant.

Si HaoChen looked at her happy look, his arms slightly tight, and clasped her in his arms. Holding her in a chair by the wooden table, he whispered.

"Don't jump, be careful the house collapses."

"Well..."

"Well, wait a minute and I'll call."

Si HaoChen said he was alive, then took out his mobile phone, found a number in the address book and dialed it out. Before long, a slightly fat woman came slowly from a distance with a basket.

She went up to the tree house with a smile and put her things on the table.

"Are you ready?" Si HaoChen raised his eyebrows.

The woman smiled and nodded, "ready, it's all here."

"Then you go and do something first. We'll call you if we need anything."

"OK."

Listening to Si HaoChen's words, the woman went downstairs slowly.

Watching her walk away, Su Xiaoxiao looked at the basket curiously. It was covered with a layer of light blue cloth, and I didn't know what was inside.

"What are these?"

"Of course it's a good thing."

With that, Si HaoChen opened the basket. A teapot, two teacups, two pens, and a stack of paper

Raise your hand and put things on the small wooden table one by one. The corner of Si HaoChen's mouth rises.

"This tree house is called the love forgetting building. Near the bottom of the waterfall, there is an iron chain bridge. Through that bridge, you can go to the cave behind the waterfall. The cabin inside is called Acacia hall. "

"So elegant, lovesick and forgetful, is there a story?"

"Yes."

Si HaoChen nodded slightly, but he was not in a hurry. He raised his hand, took the teapot, placed the cup and poured tea for Su Xiaoxiao. The light tea fragrance slowly overflows.

Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help drinking, "good tea, good smell."

"This tea is called lingering. It's really delicious, but it's better to drink less when your aunt is here."

"Poof..."

Su Xiaoxiao listened and almost spewed out. How did this man know? Blushing with shame, Su Xiaoxiao didn't speak for a long time, but Si HaoChen introduced him leisurely.

"The tea in the lovesickness hall opposite is called lengxin."

Su Xiaoxiao listened and frowned slightly.

"Those in the forgetting hall are called lingering, and those in the lovesickness hall are called cold heart. It's unscientific!"

Shouldn't it be forgetting love, cold heart and lovesickness?

When Si HaoChen heard Su Xiaoxiao's words, he put down the teacup, raised his hand and took the paper and pen, one in front of Su Xiaoxiao and the other in front of himself.

Seeing Su Xiaoxiao puzzled, he spoke.

"It is said that love is difficult to stay together, and lovesickness is more forgetful."

"What do you mean?"

"One heart is the most difficult thing in one's life. The most unforgettable miss is likely to return to plain in the end and become a lonely habit in life. And the feelings that I always want to forget are recalled in my heart again and again, becoming a lingering ballad, telling bitterness and lingering again and again. "

If you don't love, why forget?

If we don't get together, acacia is lonely.

Feelings, never a word, a word can say clearly. They crisscross and converge into thousands of knots in the heart, which makes the feelings really emotional.

Si HaoChen's words are incomprehensible to Su Xiaoxiao.

"Do you mean that the reason why I do missing design is only in the object itself, without the emotion, because I put the emotional focus on the wrong position?"

Always thought that missing is love.

But in fact, compared with love, missing is a kind of loneliness.

Listening to Su Xiaoxiao's questions, Si HaoChen smiled faintly.

"In fact, you can't say that. Your image has been painted well now, and it may not be indifferent, but that kind of feeling is not strong enough. Your design is also quite novel, but it is not new enough. Others may not think of it. "

"So, you let me find another way?"

"It depends on yourself. I just want to tell you that feelings are very complicated. Don't simply say love and hate, and don't say happiness and sadness alone... "

Sipping tea slowly, Si HaoChen slowly picked up his pen and drew Su Xiaoxiao's appearance one stroke at a time.

With a few strokes, her smile jumped onto the paper.

He should have told Su's little novel. As for how much she can understand and how much she can use in design, it all depends on herself.

Si HaoChen believes that Su Xiaoxiao will not let him down.

Su Xiaoxiao thought about Si HaoChen's words and looked at his painting. She frowned, "why do you draw me?"

"The portrait in the forgetful building is painted over and over again, lingering without forgetting. The lovesickness hall writes people's names and writes them over and over again, with a cold heart and no emotion. These are the rules of the lovesickness hall in the forgetting building. "

“……”

Sue tooted her mouth and didn't speak again.

She quickly began to draw Si HaoChen. She was sure of every stroke without hesitation. Perhaps she didn't even find out. Si HaoChen's appearance had long been printed in her heart.

Don't remember, can't forget