sjar Chapter 118 Travel
Chapter 118 Travel
The four parted ways at the entrance of the private restaurant. Ji Yubai escorted Zhong Lingxi home, while An Xiaoyue and Fu Shengyang went straight back to Shuixieju.
She felt reluctant to leave, and even more so because of the emptiness that came with her mother's departure.
Fu Shengyang noticed her low spirits and thought that changing her environment might help.
"We still have two days of holiday left, shall I take you out for some fun?"
An Xiaoyue turned her head and looked into his concerned dark eyes.
"Where to go?"
"Anywhere is fine." It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and he had no destination in mind. "You get some sleep, and I'll pack up and we'll leave."
"What about Grandpa?" An Xiaoyue was worried. It wouldn't be good to leave Grandpa alone at home during the Spring Festival.
Fu Shengyang: "He'd love for me to take you out for a walk and clear your head."
"Okay, you arrange it."
She knew Fu Shengyang's feelings and didn't want to be a spoilsport.
However, she really wasn't in the mood to plan her trip, check routes, or find accommodation.
When Fu Shengyang saw her open the box, he knew she wouldn't be able to sleep for a while. He let her stay in her emotional state; he had to give her some time to accept reality.
He turned and went upstairs to pack his luggage.
He previously invested in an outdoor environmental protection project that used old cars to create rooms of various sizes and styles, which were then placed in the forest.
Due to its secluded environment and creative concept, it is quite popular among young people and families with children.
Spending two days in nature will greatly improve Xiaoyue's mood.
With that in mind, he called Qiao Xun and asked him to make the arrangements.
"Does the president have any requirements for the room?" This is the first time the president has planned a trip, and he needs to know the specifics to ensure the president is satisfied.
Fu Shengyang pondered for a moment, "It should be able to watch the sunrise and sunset, be undisturbed by anyone, and have a flat path for taking walks."
Qiao Xun immediately understood: the president was going to take his young mistress out for some alone time!
"I'll let you know the details after I've made the reservation."
Fu Shengyang put down his phone and began to tidy up.
In the living room, An Xiaoyue looked at the knitwear in the box, a wave of tingling sensation washed over her, and her eyes welled up with tears.
All of them are crocheted by my mother, including hats, sweaters, coasters, and small blankets, and without exception, they all have strawberry patterns.
There are also small woolen socks, matching strawberry hats, and scarves, which are for good luck.
An Xiaoyue examined it closely, her palm gliding over it; the soft, warm touch felt like her mother's love.
From now on, they will accompany her in place of her mother.
After a long while, she folded it up and put it back in the box.
An Xiaoyue lay on her side on the sofa, and tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the leather sofa, forming a crystal-clear drop.
All around was quiet, and the heating in the room was on full blast.
She stared blankly at the box on the coffee table, her eyelids gradually becoming heavy, and she fell into a deep sleep without even realizing it.
Fu Shengyang packed his luggage, carried his suitcase downstairs, and circled the customer hall, but did not see her.
Could it be that they went to Hongshan Hall?
He was about to go out to look for it when his gaze fell on the large box on the coffee table.
When he went over to take a look, his heart suddenly clenched, and the pain made him gasp for breath.
An Xiaoyue lay on her side on the sofa, her long legs crossed and curled up, her hands pressed under her cheeks.
A baby's sleeping position indicates a lack of security.
Her damp eyelashes were stuck together, clearly indicating that she had cried before going to bed.
Fu Shengyang stood there for a while before turning around to pick up his suitcase and load it into the car.
Then he went to Songtao Garden to tell his grandfather about his travel plans, and finally he drove the car to the outside of Shuixieju.
Cui's mother had also prepared a fruit platter and snacks for the journey, saying, "Young master, please drive safely."
Cui Ma was also feeling bad, but the young master taking the young mistress out for a walk and a change of environment would be very beneficial for her.
Once everything was ready, Fu Shengyang went to wake the person up.
Seeing that she was sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bear to wake her. But if we didn't set off soon, it would be dark by the time we got there.
An Xiaoyue rubbed her swollen and uncomfortable eyes, and looked at Fu Shengyang squatting in front of her, "Are you leaving?"
"Yes, I've already spoken to Grandpa. We'll head straight there."
"Okay." An Xiaoyue's voice was soft, but hoarse from crying, making people feel incredibly sorry for her.
Fu Shengyang patted her hair, "Go to sleep in the car."
An Xiaoyue sat in the passenger seat, and Fu Shengyang adjusted the seat for her to make it more comfortable.
Soothing music played in the car, and the scenery outside the window gradually opened up. An Xiaoyue's eyes got tired, and she slowly closed them.
Seeing that she was asleep, Fu Shengyang turned up the temperature and turned off the music.
Winter crops are planted in the fields along the country lanes.
Occasionally, small groups of dogs would cross the road, but Fu Shengyang drove slowly, so it didn't cause any adverse effects.
The evening breeze carried the smell of firewood. An Xiaoyue slowly woke up, wondering, "Where are we going?"
“The campsite on the mountain.” Fu Shengyang looked down at the only white house at the foot of the mountain. “It’s over there, in those few white houses.”
An Xiaoyue glanced at him and then stopped talking to Fu Shengyang while he was driving. The country roads were narrow, so it was better to concentrate.
After another half hour, the car finally arrived at its destination.
Before me stood a two-story white building, with about ten cars parked on the open ground in front of it.
Fu Shengyang unbuckled his seatbelt and looked at her with his dark eyes. "I'm going to check in. Why don't you go down for a walk too?"
After sitting in the car for a long time, her buttocks were a little sore, and coupled with her pregnancy, her legs were probably a little swollen and tight, so she agreed.
"Okay, I'm going to get some fresh air."
Along one side of the white building was a row of flowers, red, pink and white, in full bloom. The flowers were elegant and beautiful, and their refreshing fragrance, carried by the cool breeze, made her feel relaxed and happy after being in the car for so long.
I don't know what kind of flower it is.
She walked closer, took a picture with her phone, and then searched for it directly.
Camellia.
She was carefully looking at the information on camellia cultivation, thinking that after returning to Fu Garden, she would also plant camellias in Bu Zhichun's courtyard.
"Little Moon."
Fu Shengyang's voice came from behind her, and she turned around while still holding her phone.
"what's up?"
"You need to come and register too."
She put away her phone and walked over to Fu Shengyang, who was waiting there.
Her outdoor shoes made a soft rustling sound as she stepped on the small pebbles. There was no one else around, and her gaze remained fixed on Fu Shengyang.
Fu Shengyang seems a little different than before, probably because of his clothes.
Today he wore an aurora blue windbreaker and a black wool beanie. His usual cold aura seemed to be contained by the clothes, and not a trace of it showed.
The tall, handsome guy from the sports department stood there with a faint smile on his face, his dark eyes also looking at her.
As she took a step closer, the smile on his face deepened.
She clearly felt her heart skip a beat at that smile.
An Xiaoyue lowered her head and stopped looking at him.
Once she was beside him, Fu Shengyang naturally put his arm around her shoulder and asked her with concern, "What are you looking at?"
"The camellias over there are still blooming here, even though it's warmer than Beijing."
"Hmm." Fu Shengyang rubbed her head, which was covered by a hat, without saying anything more.
After their identity information was entered, the front desk called a shuttle bus to take their belongings to their room.
Fu Shengyang's car couldn't drive up, so An Xiaoyue decided to walk around the road and head uphill.
The higher you go, the taller and straighter the pine trees on both sides of the road become, and the stronger the pine resin in the air.
An Xiaoyue took a deep breath, feeling as if she could breathe the air into her lungs. Looking at the houses scattered around the mountain, she felt relaxed.
I haven't felt the urge to shout out loud in many years.