The sun was shining warmly in the courtyard, and a golden retriever fluttered comfortably in the small bamboo basket where Qinglan put the wool, squinting with satisfaction.

The lush vine leaves could no longer hide the moist grapes, and one by one they hung on the bamboo frame like pearls, attracting three or five sparrows to jump around on it.

The dappled sunlight shines through the dense branches and leaves on the wicker chairs under the shelf, like a small pastoral painting full of poetry.

The only thing that doesn't match the style of painting is Wei Qilin, who is standing in front of the door with a tangled face.

He was dressed in an earthy brown robe that was different from his usual thin black clothes, with a beard sticky on his face, and he looked more than ten years older than his actual age. He is really uncomfortable dressed in this dress, mainly because he is uncomfortable, and he is also laughed at by those little rabbit cubs,, Lao Tzu is your big brother, if it goes on like this, the little majesty left will be gone!

He glanced back at the few people who were hiding behind the courtyard gate and snickering at him, and slowly raised his hand with his heart closed, and was about to knock on the door, but he heard a "squeak" and the door opened. Then I heard the surprised voice of my young lady: "Hey, Kirin, what are you doing at my door?" ”

Wei Qilin's wheat-colored face instantly turned tomato-colored: "Miss! ”

Yurong looked at him strangely: "Well, what's wrong?" "Wei Qilin is an absolute comic attribute, and it is rare to see him so embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Uh, that, miss, I'm just here to ask, are we going to leave today" Wei Qilin scratched his head: "This appearance, they always make fun of me!" ”

A few people outside the door, Wei Bifang, heard this. All the smokers ran away,,, is his eldest brother brain-dead? How can you tell Miss this kind of thing!

"Although people rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, but whether they look good or not depends on their faces."

Yurong and Wei Qilin both turned their heads to look at the person who had just walked out, their black hair was like a waterfall, like the glowing fine silk in the sun, making people not want to take their eyes off him for a moment. Dressed in plain white, his temperament is pure. I only hate to hold him in the palm of my hand to avoid the chaos of the world.

"Awake?" Yurong retracted her gaze and asked.

Rong Jin stepped forward and took her hand, and leaned in her ear and said, "This is what my mother said." Rong Rong thinks what Rong Jin said is right? ”

Wei Qilin's face was red, Yurong smiled playfully, and said, "Qilin, you go and teach them a few lessons, let's go tomorrow." "It's definitely not going to be in time today. I have to send a message to my father at night.

Hearing this, Wei Qilin was relieved of amnesty. After running out, don't forget to close the courtyard door intimately.

Rong Jin felt very dissatisfied because Yu Rong didn't answer him, and walked around behind Yu Rong like a little tail: "Rong Rong hasn't said that Rong Jin is right!" ”

"Does Rong Rong not like Rong Jin?"

"Tolerance"

As soon as I heard this soft tail note, I knew that this rabbit cub was going to cry again! Yurong casually picked a slightly purple grape from the grape trellis and stuffed it into his mouth, saying, "You are only four years old, but you know a lot of truths. ”

Her fingertips were a little out of line with the fiery coolness of late summer, Rong Jin squinted and licked her fingertips, and when he saw that she seemed to be very disgusted, he quickly withdrew his fingers, he chewed the grapes, and then spit on the ground. Flat mouth said: "Sour, bad look!" Rong Jin doesn't like sour! ”

Rong Yuan likes sour. Yurong looked at Rong Jin. There was a wave of clouds and seas in my heart, what is the relationship between Rong Jin and Rong Yuan? Could it be that Rong Yuan liked sour when he was a child?

Rong Jin saw that she was looking at herself intently, as if she wanted to see another soul through herself, she suddenly felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart, blinked, and was about to speak, but saw Yurong obviously pull down her face and turn away. He was too busy to tug at her sleeve, but she threw her away.

"Rong Rong, Rong Jin really doesn't like sour." His tone was aggrieved.

Yurong sneered and said, "Rong Jin, who do you think you are?" If you like sour, you can like sour, if you want sweet, you can eat sweet, don't play with me! "If it weren't for you in Rong Yuan's body, I wouldn't have bothered to say a word to you!

She took a deep breath and restrained her rising anger, and the last hurtful word was still not spoken. But the tears couldn't be suppressed, and Yurong said coldly: "Don't follow me." After speaking, he walked out of the courtyard gate of Taoyuan without looking back.

Under the sun, Rong Jin's white clothes looked a little lonely, he watched her go out with light eyebrows, closed his eyes, his body was full of warmth, but his heart was unbearable cold, was he not supposed to exist in this world? He thought that others should like him just as much.

Yurong walked out of the courtyard gate and unconsciously walked to Bajingyuan. The bamboo is sassy, and the flowing water is murmuring. The maple leaves are swaying gently all over the sky, the elegant clusters of orchids bloom softly, the strange stones lean on the green pines, and the grass is green all over the four fields, everything seems to have not changed, and it has become only the plum blossom that is proud to face the flying snow in the memory.

Recalling the second meeting with Rong Yuan in Bajingyuan, Yurong couldn't help but feel sad again, things are people and everything, and tears flow first, and that's probably the state of mind.

Now it seems that what Rong Yuan dislikes, Rong Jin frequently mentions, his personality and temperament are not half similar to Rong Yuan. Yurong twisted her eyebrows and sat down on the stone bench in the center of the garden, thoughtful.

Rong Jin is a four-year-old personality that has nothing to do with Rong Yuan. After figuring out this diǎn, Yurong was about to burst into tears, she had just lost her temper with a bear child?

Seeing the sunset and the orange and purple sunset on the horizon, Yurong got up and walked towards Taoyuan.

Passing through the Lotus Fragrance Pavilion, she went in and explained the matter to Xin Li and Shujie, and both of them were dumbfounded.

Yurong also understands that as a modern person who has seen schizophrenia, he is greatly surprised by the matter of personality, not to mention these two people, probably for ancient people, this is no different from the Arabian Nights.

Xin Li's voice trembled: "What about the son? "It's a four-year-old child in Shizi's body, where has Shizi gone? Thinking of the missing son, Xin Li's eyes immediately turned red.

The technique is no better than Xin Li, and the little face full of gentle smiles on weekdays is also tense at the moment, looking at Yurong with anticipation.

"Don't worry. Previously, it should have been Rong Yuan who suppressed Rong Jin's personality, but now that Rong Jin's personality has come out, I think there is always a way to make Rong Yuan come back. Yurong said.

"Miss Yurong, thank you!" Xin Li was about to kneel down after speaking, but Yurong hurriedly pulled him and said, "You two Yu Rongyuan are relatives, and our mood is average now." (To be continued.) )

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