Youyouziqing's night is chaotic, my heart is unclear, lovesick and bitter, sunset, and the west looks at the love

After a song, a song is chaotic, and the two are reluctant to cross the berth

I only heard the faint and resentful singing from the sea of flowers, the past and the dust of the past have turned into nothing at this moment, but the heart is also lonely

"Flutter" only to hear a sound of birds flying out of their wings and incitement, flying out of the old trees on the edge of the sea of flowers

"Hehe" suddenly appeared from the flowers, a figure of waist-length black hair was tied in the middle of a small red cloth, falling on the side of the waist of pale pink, a dark purple long skirt fell on the flowers, the waist silver bell was blown by the wind jingling, just like his gentle and elegant voice made people feel confused, the white Qianqian's thin hand stretched out to catch a butterfly that was happily playing in the sea of flowers, poked his head down to the butterfly, and blew lightly on the butterfly, when a gust of wind blew, the butterflies in the sea of flowers flew up

"So beautiful" Ziqing, who was standing not far away and watching all this, spread with the wind blowing chaotically, and the delicate little face of the white clothes floated up, revealing a surprise that could not be concealed, and the bright eyes seemed to be touched with a layer of light, and it seemed that the water was not turbid, and at this time, the blue-clothed man suddenly turned his face like a sword, his eyebrows were gently raised, his eyes were heavy, his phoenix eyes flashed, his thin and thick lips revealed a seductive blood red, and he smiled lightly, and finally disappeared with the wind

Ziqing's eyes widened, she opened her small mouth in surprise, stepped forward and plunged into the sea of flowers, looking left and right, the white roses in the basket were pulled a little messy by the wild flowers on the side, she wiped her eyes with her free hands, and when she came to the place where she just appeared, she didn't see a trace of messiness

"But I'm dazzled," Ziqing muttered to herself, Zou frowned, "Oh, Xingniang, but I'm in a hurry, what to do, this messy flower is going to break," he said, and pulled up his skirt and carried the basket out of the sea of flowers

This sea of flowers is famous in the town, the people in the town often appear here, singing the wind, the naughty child will pick a flower, dancing to the joy;

"Xingniang Ziqing is late," when Ziqing returned home, she didn't enter the door, but she heard a noise in the house, Ziqing hurriedly stepped in, only to see Xingniang struggling to support her seriously ill body, and wanted to step out of bed, Xingniang was infected with the wind cold not long ago, lying on the bed to recuperate a few times, afraid that Ziqing would be tired, and got up from the bed, Ziqing was even more anxious to cry on the side: "Xingniang, but you brought me back from the barrenness and raised Ziqing as an adult, and now Xingniang is sick in bed, naturally when Ziqing is doing her filial piety, how can Xingniang be afraid of Ziqing being tired." Ziqing picked up the somewhat tired Xingniang, her delicate face was crying, and her peach eyes were red with tears

"Ziqing, don't cry, Xingniang can still hold on, now this flower is cultivated by you alone, and you are also out of the boudoir, when you get married, Xingniang wants to know if Ziqing has a favorite person," Xingniang sat down and looked at Ziqing, who was as beautiful as a fairy in the sky, with a smile in her eyes

"Xingniang, you make fun of me," Ziqing lowered her head shyly, a small heart began to beat irregularly, her eyes flashed, and her thoughts returned to that time

"Fanghua is turning thousands of times in the twilight, infatuation is not empty, lovesickness hand in hand, warmth to Tianming Ziqing, are you willing to wait for me, when I am famous, I will take you home, are you willing to wait for me" A white-faced student hugged the person in his arms and bowed his head and smiled

Ziqing buried herself in the arms of the beauty, her red face was crystal clear, her small red mouth opened slightly, and a stream of heat fell

"I'm willing to go through another spring year and wait for my son to come back at the entrance of the town."

Now is the time when the early spring comes, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, and the delicate and shy people fall into the sea of flowers, and they laugh and pick a flower with a flower on their heads, looking at the path home, and they are anxious

Ziqing held an umbrella, the gray sky seemed to be about to rain at any time, the spring breeze blew her black hair up, the white gauze skirt fluttered slowly, that appearance is the moon closed, the flowers are sunk, the fish are falling, the world calls her the flower fairy in the world, but the sadness on her face has not weakened her beauty

**Crepe, Ziqing hurriedly opened the umbrella, saw the flowers on the side that were destroyed by the wind and rain, her heart was very distressed, but she was pitiful of these flowers, she suddenly remembered that the white rose was still outside the house, this wind and rain seemed to be unable to stop for a while, that is her beloved flower, wouldn't it be painful, thinking about it, she took anxious steps, turned around, Luo skirt twisted the ink hair and spread out, the beauty under the umbrella went into the rain and gradually drifted away

When Ziqing fell back in a hurry, she saw that the crumbling white rose seemed to collapse a little, her face changed, and she stepped forward to cover the rain with an umbrella, but at this time, the rain became stronger, and with the force of the wind, Ziqing was a little unstable, so the umbrella in her hand also went with the wind, throwing the petite and thin Ziqing into it, the stronger the rain, the harder the wind hit, and the more wet her dress

"What should I do, what should I do," Ziqing didn't care about such embarrassment, stepped forward to protect the flower in his arms, dripping into his cheeks, anxiously making his face red, like a bright flower swaying in the wind

At this moment, Ziqing no longer felt any cold invasion, and regained her calm, and looked up at a style umbrella that fell from flowers, resolutely standing in the sky, and the wind outside couldn't help it, and with the past looking at it, a person as beautiful as a fairy pinched the umbrella and looked at Ziqing with a smile

"Seeing that you love flowers, it is distressing" A gentle voice seemed to stop the wind and rain turned into a spring breeze, making Ziqing forget the world and fall into a place where she couldn't extricate herself, isn't this the blue-clothed fairy she saw in the sea of flowers not long ago

"You want to see me so fascinated," the man in blue smiled, as if he was as charming as the stars, thousands of Ziqing's stunned face became red, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at his eyes, his wet clothes were tightly attached to his body, and his black hair was also beaten by the rain, so the two people who squatted and stood were like a painting, silent in this spring rain

Ziqing just didn't dare to look at the fairy-like people who came at this time, so beautiful that Ziqing was ashamed of herself