The two played in the middle of the river for a while.

Suddenly, Takelu swam towards the river.

"Brother Luo, don't move yet, wait for me. ”

Yanluo looked at the bamboo green in the distance, and thought, "What kind of tricks is this little kid going to brush again?", but he still responded: "Okay." ”

Soon, Zhulu swam to a place not far from the shore, turned around, and shouted to Yanluo, who was still in the middle of the river: "Brother Luo, let's swim and see who swims to the river first." ”

Yan Luo couldn't help but smile and complain in his heart, this ......

Zhulu scratched his head, as if he had thought of something, his palm "snapped" on the water, splashed a circle of splashes, raised his head and shouted: "Brother Luo, I shouted San'er at the beginning." ”

"Good. Yanluo had to nod, anyway, it's not been a day or two with the child, so I'll play with it......

"Three. ”

"II. ”

With a sly look flashing in Zhulu's eyes, she planned to start swimming after shouting "one".

She's shouting "three-two-one", and let's go!

It's not like shouting "three two starts", hehe......

"Poof".

Yan Luo had already plunged into the water, and without waiting for Zhulu to shout "one", he swam forward.

Seeing that Brother Luo didn't pay more attention to the rules than himself, Zhulu shouted angrily: "Brother Luo, you are playing tricks again!"

After shouting, Zhulu Fang came to her senses, her brother Luo had already begun to swim, and if she continued to shout, it would only make the gap between the two smaller and smaller.

Only then did he turn around and plunge into the water, swimming forward quickly.

For a while, the sun rose.

It was noon, and the sun shone directly into the river, reflecting a bright light, and even the fish in the river hurried deeper.

I'm afraid that the sun will hit me.

The race on the river has just begun, but it has already come to an end......

As for the final result.

Of course, Zhulu won the final victory.

After all, the distance is there.

And both of them were exhausted, and they couldn't afford to chase after them.

Whether it is the bamboo green closer to the "starting line", or the early "start" of the words, all the pictures are happy.

Zhu Lu fluttered his wet hair, and waited on the river bank for a while, only to see Yan Luo holding the bank with one hand, while showing his head and panting......

After taking a few steps back, Zhulu arrived in front of Yan Luo, and took Brother Luo's hand to help.

Yan Luo raised his head, and he was frozen for a while.

It's like a frog with a motionless pestle there.

You must know that Zhulu, as a flower named on weekdays, has a dirty face and greasy hair, which is simply a little dirty baby.

It was only this time, after splashing in the water for so long, that at this time, Yan Luofang saw Zhulu's "true face" for the first time.

He had also thought that Zhulu was actually a very beautiful little porcelain doll before, after all, even if he was covered with dust, he couldn't hide Zhulu's cleverness, as well as that kind of naughty cuteness.

But what he didn't expect was that the bamboo green was so clever and beautiful, it was a little amazing......

You know, it's just a nine-year-old girl!

The flawless flour like pear skin and porcelain, the face of the thousand peaks and blue waves, like jade, not jade, and better than jade.

The big round eyes are even more attractive, and the curved eyelashes have a drop of water slipping down, which adds to the agility.

To be honest, I was confused.

He didn't expect that a little kid would be so good-looking, and he was so beautiful that he was so beautiful.

If this grows up, it will be worth it......

"Smack!" Yan Luo's head was patted, and Zhulu muttered: "Brother Luo, what are you doing, why don't you come out?"

Yan Luo let out a painful "oh", his right hand trembled, and he took Zhulu's hand before he went ashore.

After coming ashore, the two of them kept silent about what had just happened, leaning against each other, drying the moisture on their bodies in the sun.

Both of them looked in the other direction, their eyes a little erratic.

I don't know if I deliberately ignored it, or I didn't notice it, but when Zhu Lu patted his head, his pink face instantly turned red, and he suddenly turned red to his neck.

......

"Brother Luo, where are we going next?" Zhu Lu leaned on the forehead of Yan Luo, and the wave ridge covered.

Well, the shoulders are not leaning on for the time being.

With the exposure of the scorching sun in the sky, the atmosphere between the two seemed to return to normal, no longer so humid.

The current position is on the other side of the river, so Zhulu tilted his head and asked, "Shall we swim back?"

Yan Luo thought for a while, pointed to a place in front of him, and said, "It seems to be a small temple, why don't we go where to rest for a while, it's quite hot." ”

"Good. Zhu Lu got up from the wave ridge of the falling, pulled up most of the dried hair, and the emerald green hairpin, inserted at will, fixed the hair.

After Zhulu got up, Yan Luo stood up a little weakly.

The two of them walked to the place that Yan Luo pointed to before.

Sure enough, it was a small temple, but it was a broken temple.

There didn't seem to be any incense, and the only remaining half of the door was missing.

The temple plaque on the door has only fallen for most of it, and three should have been three words, but now there are only two left.

"The Temple"

The original atmospheric font was also turned gray by the dust, and only decay remained.

The bricks and tiles of the temple wall are also black and gray.

Yan Luo stepped into the temple gate with a bamboo green hand, and it actually kicked up a puff of dust.

"Ahem. The dust came to his nose, and he coughed unbearably twice, and he found that although the temple was old, it had a little less feeling.

For example, cobwebs.

It stands to reason that this kind of old temple should be full of cobwebs.

He should also be picking up the cobwebs before he can take a step forward.

Facing him was a dragon king more than half a zhang high, with a dragon's head and a human body.

This is in line with the "Wang Temple" on the plaque of the temple gate, which should be the Dragon King Temple.

Although it is covered with dust and covers a little bit of his face, he still looks a little kind, with a lovely smile, and the dragon king puts his hands together, like a good water god who loves the people like a son.

It's just that maybe it's because the harvest in recent years is not bad, and the Panhe River may not have flooded, but it makes people forget that there is a dragon king on the bank of the Panhe.

This god of incense is also quite strange, and it is full of people when there is a lack of harvest in the year.

Once the situation is a little better, not to mention the harvest, as long as the harvest is good for several years, people will automatically forget this water god.

Yanluo chuckled...... Also, I've heard of begging for a son who can't conceive, and begging for a man who can't give birth to a boy, but I've never heard of a full house of children and grandchildren begging for a son and grandchildren, right?

"Brother Luo, what are you laughing at?" Zhulu asked suspiciously when he heard Yan Luo's sudden laughter.

Yanluo shook his head, and didn't look at Zhulu, well, he didn't dare to look at it again all the way, and responded: "I didn't laugh at anything." ”

"Are you secretly laughing at me?"

Yan Luo was stunned for a moment and explained, "No." ”

Zhulu raised his head and said with a hint of anger: "Then why don't you dare to look at me?"

Words fell: "Eh, this ......"

PS:This chapter and the previous chapter are both written in 520.,It's a coincidence.,Laugh!Hehe,Guess who the real heroine is?,Guess if I lose......