"Yes, but I want to pray for a hundred years of good harmony and longevity! Two big brothers, let's go, let's go! ”

Ouyang Rong and Wei Ling looked at each other and smiled, every year, many people went to ask for marriage, but neither of them had ever seen it.

The dishes on the table almost didn't move, Meng Qiao happily followed the two all the way, and the three of them were crowded in the crowd, which suddenly made the girls' eyes light up!

From a distance, the two towering trees are closely embraced together, shaped like one, and you and I can't tell you and me!

The trunks and branches of the trees are covered with small red cloth bags, which is very festive!

"So this is the marriage tree!"

Meng Qiao stood on tiptoe, his ruddy little mouth opened slightly, and he looked ahead curiously.

"Brother Meng, let's go and pray too."

Wei Ling put one hand on her shoulder, and the soft touch was shocking!

Meng Qiao shrunk his neck and escaped from his confinement.

"Okay."

She is not interested in praying for marriage, in fact, she is just looking for an excuse to come and see the excitement!

However, it was a bit unexpected, except for the large number of people, it was not as fun as expected.

With a grunt of watery eyes, Meng Qiao smiled and pushed the two men beside him forward, there were so many people that he almost bumped into the girl in front of him.

Not only were the two girls not angry, but they also blushed and bowed their heads.

The man's face is in trouble, and the sweat is dripping!

The two shuttled into the crowd and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Meng, this is for you."

With a tight shoulder, Meng Qiao was taken aback!

"You're so fast, have you finished praying?"

"Not yet, I went to buy this cloth bag just now, and I heard that I need to write my name on a piece of paper, and then put it in this red cloth bag and hang it on a tree."

"Why do you want to write your name?"

Meng Qiao bit his lip and refused to take it.

"Hang the red cloth bag with your name written on it on the tree, and if you can drop it on anyone's head, it will be your destined person! You can be together for the rest of your life. ”

The little head was like a rattle, the big watery eyes were flickering, and Meng Qiao sat in the shade of the tree, with his hands on his cheeks, a little bored.

"You go and write, I'm not going, I already have a sweetheart, I don't know how to pray."

"No, this red cloth bag can't be returned."

A fresh and pleasant smell mixed with a strong masculine aura rushed to his face, and all the blood seemed to be surging towards his cheeks, Meng Qiao looked up and saw that he was meeting Ouyang Rong's bright starry eyes.

"Well, well." Moncho stammered.

The three of them found pen and paper, wrote their names on the paper, and put them in red cloth bags.

The two men were both able to do their best, and they flew and hung the red cloth bag on a high branch.

With big watery eyes, Meng Qiao bit his lip and looked down at his lower abdomen.

It's been a long time since I've felt that lightness, and I don't know if I can fly.

The tender little hands clutched the red cloth bag tightly, and the palms of the hands were sweaty.

Meng Qiao took a deep breath, raised his legs and stepped on the big stone under the tree.

If you can't fly like other people, you should step on the stone and climb high, sweat drops!

"Brother Meng, let's help you." Wei Ling really couldn't stand it anymore.

"Brother Wei, no, sincerity is spiritual."

Meng Qiao gritted his silver teeth and tied several knots vigorously, uh-huh, can you fall down? I don't believe it if I kill you!

The scorching sun sprinkled the fire enthusiastically without hesitation, the white and tender little face was full of sweat, the small feet stood on tiptoe and fell for a while, and the big stones under the feet flickered and trembled.

Finally tied up, Meng Qiao breathed a long sigh of relief, and there was darkness in front of him!

"Hmm." The body involuntarily leaned back, and his waist suddenly tightened, and a trembling muffled snort suddenly came out.

"How are you?"

"Brother Meng, what's wrong with you?"

The two men panicked!

Meng Qiao covered his head, his feet suddenly hung in the air, and just when his heart was in his throat, his feet landed steadily!

"It's okay, it's just too hot."

The hands on his waist were hot, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, Meng Qiao slowly opened his eyes, and he could already see things.

Meng Qiao twisted his body and completely broke away from his confinement.

The wide clothes completely covered the small waist that was not full of hands, the soft touch of the palm was so clear, Ouyang Rong's long eyelashes were low, and the uncontrollable thing in his mind came to mind that night, she was dressed in crisp and tender clothes, and her slender and graceful dancing posture completely hooked her soul.

"It's a bit muggy, maybe it's going to rain."

Frightened by her just now, Wei Ling's face was not good-looking, so he hurriedly found water and handed it to her.

"Then let's go back first."

Walking all the way, the water brought was no longer cool, Meng Qiao took a sip, barely suppressing the heat in his heart.

"Okay."

Wei Ling answered, for fear that others would squeeze her, so he immediately opened the way for her in front.

Ouyang Rong followed closely and was just about to leave, when something suddenly hit the top of his head!

The gentle force was not enough to hurt people, and when the breeze blew, the red cloth bag fell down.

The well-proportioned big hand grasped it with one hand, and the eyes that pierced through the past and present lives narrowed slightly, Ouyang Rong hesitated for a moment, but still opened the red cloth bag.

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