Chapter 2: The Soul Reports the Mourning (1)

The sound of the door shaft turning came slowly, no more, no less, just in time to startle the two people in this room! Subconsciously looked back and saw that it was Lai Junchen who walked in with a plate of washed apples.

Longji was silent at the right time, only turned his eyes and smiled at him, then turned over the teacup that was upside down a few times, and casually picked up the teapot and poured it by himself.

"Yo." This posture made Junchen laugh in his heart, and he asked without seeing the outside situation, "What is San Lang talking to Taiping, the previous experience was still so lively, why did I just come in and the two of you were silent?" As he spoke, he put the fruit bowl in his hand aside, joking with Longji in a funny way, and raised his hand to bring up the tea he had just poured and wanted to drink it himself, "Aren't you counting my many bad things behind my back?" ”

was stopped halfway by Longi: "You have to drink and pour yourself!" Instead, he went back, and immediately raised his eyes to glance at him, and then looked through the hazy candle shadow, and seemed to fall to the screen casually, "Alas, some people just like the heart of a villain to spend the belly of a gentleman!" Tut. A wisp of harmless playfulness lingered on his lips, "If you really have countless thousands of good things, how can you be afraid of someone behind your back?" ”

"See, sure enough, it's saying that I'm not!" Junchen grabbed the tail of Longji's words, and saw that this was the sentence that was inserted in the stitches.

On the side, Taiping had already gotten up and walked over, and he lost no time in raising his hand and pointing at Longji: "Hey, we're not talking about Junchen, right!" Bian Ru smiled at Junchen very smoothly, "Junchen, San Lang said that I should have a horse with my mother!" "No heart, no lungs, really a sentence.

At that time, Taiping was seventeen years old, she was two years older than Longji, and Junchen was just two years older than Taiping. It is said that the age they are at is neither too big nor too small, but they have not yet had time to lose their innate innocence and straightforwardness. This is the charm of this year, the half-grown children will always seem so real, so pure and beautiful.

If you have a choice, I hope that life is only as it was when I first saw it, and I hope that my children will never grow up......

Suddenly, the interior atmosphere brought by Taiping's words was reduced to a silent sound, and the soft autumn breeze penetrated the hall into the room, and the window "rustled", and the bits and pieces of sound that flickered in the silence finally stirred up some vitality to this silent atmosphere again.

Li Longji was the first to come back to his senses, glanced at Junchen on the side, and saw that his thin knife-like lips were trying his best not to twitch at this moment. twitched, and knew that he was trying not to laugh. After a trance, Junchen said to Taiping again: "You are so fast, you will sell me!" It's also a joke.

"You still talk about me?" Taiping raised a hibiscus face filled with Shaoguang's moisture, his eyebrows were crooked, and his voice was full of breath, "Junchen, look." While turning his eyes, the divine light returned to Junchen's body, "San Lang didn't finish telling the story, he just started and finished!" As he spoke, he glanced at Li Longji and saw him smile knowingly.

Lai Junchen bowed slightly: "I'm afraid that San Lang made it up again, and it's a story with no ending." He sat down, took a fruit from his bowl, and took a bite.

Guarding the dim light and chatting about the trouble, Taiping was really a little sleepy, and he lost a lot of interest for a while, so he quit and went back to the room to rest first.

The night waves are faint and the red candles are heavy, if the big wing room is missing this bright girl, leaving the two young sons who have just fallen into shape to sit together in the moon, it seems to be a very pleasing thing to the eye.

The footsteps of Taiping in his ears were far away, but Junchen didn't mean to get up and go back to the room, he only put the look on his face upright, and then the sound had some precipitation, and he looked at Li Longji: "You are using Taiping." He said with a smile, but there was a lot of deep meaning in these two eyes. After a slight pause, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned his body to the side, and continued seemingly casually, "If Taiping gets married, then she can leave the Ganye Temple." At that time, if you want to go out from here again, and make a county king or something...... "Turn your eyes to Longji again," it is more calm. "It's like a laugh but not a laugh.