The sun is shallow, the autumn breeze is cool, the reeds by the river are gently swaying, and the paths along the way are full of fruity crops, with the occasional enchanting bloom of a few wild flowers, as if they were in full bloom in the late spring, and they are not inferior to those in March.

The men and women who were busy with farm work were dark-skinned, bent down to cut wheat and looked up by chance, and saw that on the narrow path, among the golden wheat waves and gentle weeds, a man in white had a fluttering coat and buttoned the wrist of a woman in pink, and walked forward, obviously taking a step and not stopping eagerly, but it made people feel as if they were walking leisurely and elegantly, only felt like a painting in the hands of a famous artist, and was reluctant to take his eyes off them.

His figure greeted the light, Yurong was behind him, and he followed him helplessly, and finally said: "Rong is near, you are slow!" It was like running for her life, but the atmosphere was still so depressing, she really felt uncomfortable.

The corners of Rong Jin's mouth rose, and there was a bright flow in his eyes, he stopped, then looked at Yurong and said slowly: "Okay, since that's the case, I'll listen to Rong Rong." He took her hand tightly, pursed his thin lips and began to walk slowly.

Yurong is very helpless about his rogue behavior, although she can't help but follow him, the speed has slowed down, isn't it, so, she is good at it is a pleasure in suffering.

"The yellow rape flowers in the field to the east are really beautiful."

"Actually, for a while, I also wanted to live in seclusion and return with the moon and hoe, which is really beautiful."

"It's autumn, and there are still butterflies! Butterflies make the wind, and yellow flowers don't know late! Yurong said, and shook his orchid finger in a similar way. The black eyes spun around and landed on her slender fingers, and it happened that a blue-winged and yellow-clothed butterfly landed on her fingers. For a moment, she was stunned, completely forgetting her current situation: the children were angry.

"Huanghua is easy to get old, how can you not know it?" Rong Jin stretched out his hand to drive away the butterfly and said lightly.

Yurong replied with a smile: "Su Shi has a word cloud, you don't have to rush back when you meet, and the yellow butterfly will be worried tomorrow, and you won't know sooner or later if you don't appear." I don't know sooner or later, so I won't have to worry. ”

Rong Jin chewed on her words repeatedly, and finally asked, "Who is Su Shi?" ”

Yurong's face was "confused" in capital letters, and she only cared about the abrupt change in painting style. He came out with his feet exposed. But Rong Jin is a fourteen-year-old kid, and he doesn't think about it so much. Thinking so, Yurong replied calmly: "He is my senior brother. ”

"There are many talents in your sect," Rong Jin squeezed her hand. "Let's go a little further." I have something to say to you. ”

"Hmm." She knew that Rong Jin had said a lot of words and lost her temper, and she was definitely not so easy to give up, don't ask her how she knew, Yurong said that there was a rebellious little cousin who also had the same temperament. Alas, adolescent child, it breaks her heart to let her have an old bone.

"Rong Rong, what strange thing are you thinking about?" Rong Jin touched his chin and saw a look of "I'm amazing" on her face. asked with a look of disgust.

Yurong saw that he stopped, and the river in front of him was vast. Behind is the dense woods, diǎn diǎn diǎn head said: "This is a good place to be a traitor." ”

Rong Yuan smiled, picked up her clothes with one hand, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Don't Rong Rong know that I am a womanizer?" When you say that, I can really seduce me for you. He stuck out his tongue, the tip of his tongue slowly licking his lips, and smiled softly as if he were evil.

His breath was like a spitting orchid, and a feather swept through Yurong's ear, her face couldn't help but blush slightly, and she turned her head and said, "Rong Jin, you talk well." Yurong took a step back and shook the purse around his waist at him.

Rong Jin naturally knew that the purse was full of quenched needles, he sighed and said, "I spoke well, but you refused to listen." ”

"You didn't say how do you know I won't listen?" Yurong glared at him, slowly folded a reed down, and shook it around in his hand.

"Is there a moment in your heart that you think of me as Rong Yuan?" Rong Jin's voice carried a little distressing caution, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if the long mountains could not be smoothed no matter what.

When he asked this question, Yurong lost her mind for a moment, and the next second she shook her head and said, "What if there is, what if there is not?" I know that you have Rong Yuan's skin, and I know that you have been trying your best to imitate him lately, becoming more and more like him, and now if you want to say that you are doing this for me, then I only have one sentence that you are like him again, and you are not him. ”

Yurong clearly knew that she was ruthless in what she said, for so many days, she saw the changes in Rong Jin, he became more and more mature, and more and more unconcealable deliberately made a light breeze, that day he said that he was not less than half a point less than Rong Yuan, and she only took this as a joke, and it passed after listening to it, and now it seems that Jing is not like this.

Maybe he subconsciously realized this problem a long time ago, but once again he became an ostrich with his head buried in the sand without Rong Yuan, thinking that a leaf blocking his eyes would cover the eyes of the two, so that the whole world could not see Nanshan. I can't be naïve.

Rao knows the consequences of saying cruel words, and Yurong still decides to do so, she can't really treat Rong Yuan after the words are clarified as a child, as if joking or telling him seriously that children should study hard and not fall in love. She is not a master of feelings, she is not the Virgin White Lotus, among all the possibilities in the world, she just wants to protect herself first.

"What if it was me in this body in the first place? It is I who is near, not him who is far away! A trace of sadness flashed in Rong Jin's eyes, and he suppressed this sadness fiercely, and asked again.

This kid really doesn't die if he doesn't have the heart of the Yellow River. Doing this by yourself can be regarded as strangling the flowers of the motherland, right?

Yurong sighed and said with a smile: "Rong Jin, think about it, if it was you Rong Jin who I first saw at the beginning, would you think about me?" Although it is said that the four-year-old you first visited the Qinglou was pretended, but if you think about it, don't you really like the temperament of beauties? Although this sounds like a trick and hypocrisy, I still have to say that I really like someone, it's not like that. ”

"You talk about Rong Yuan's physiognomy, but I'm not a stunning, I like it when I think of him, no matter how ugly my face is, my not very good-looking face will also smile."

Yurong's eyes looked at the river, she bent down and picked up a stone and threw it out, and said with a smile: "So, Rong Jin, don't let the unwilling blind you, and bury it together with love and like." (To be continued.) )

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