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Uncle Zhao hurriedly stood up and said, "Thank you Butler Xiaoyuan." ”

Yuan'er put down the wine jar and food box and said, "No thanks." Uncle, you still have to play this flute. The gongs and drums are lively, and they can't be beaten all the time. The flute is different, the more quiet it is, the more it is poured into the heart. The young master and the young grandmother must like to listen to it. ”

Uncle Zhao smiled: "Don't worry, I'll keep blowing tonight." ”

Yuan'er said: "Hey, don't deliberately blow any music, just pick what you usually like and are happy about, and you can play as much as you want." Boom, just like that, it blows up, and it is passed far away, and it is thin, and it is quiet, and it is quiet, and people's hearts are quiet......"

The other old man is Little Bean's grandfather.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Steward Yuan, we will guard the young master and grandmother tonight." ”

Yuan'er also put the dishes on the table, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry." You drink slowly. He took another pot of soup and said, "This is their stewed pear soup, and there are a lot of good things." Blowing this thing hurts, and you two elders will drink some later. ”

Then he went ashore.

Uncle Zhao drank a glass of wine and played the flute again.

In the melodious sound of the flute, he saw the old woman, who was still very young, and went to the river to fish with him, cooking and washing for him......

When he was tired of blowing, he stopped and took a piece of pig's head meat with chopsticks to eat.

Grandpa Douzi turned the fire on the small wood stove and said to him, "Come." Eat a hot meal. ”

With that, he picked up his flute and began to blow.

Uncle Zhao doesn't regard playing the flute as a noble thing. Thinking that he couldn't be disturbed, he babbled in his mouth: "You can be considered hopeful." I heard that the young master asked Xiaodouzi to serve at the young grandmother's side. Who is Grandma Young? That's the Weaver Girl! The young master asked Xiao Douzi to follow her, not only to run errands, but also to read and write-" As he said this, he approached Grandpa Douzi and lowered his voice, "This is to train them, and when they have a little young master in the future, they can help the little young master do things." ”

Grandpa Beans smiled. It blew more cheerfully, and the sound of the flute jumped on the water with the lights.

The melodious sound of the flute is really heartwarming in the middle of the night.

A feeling of dumbness. She seemed to be riding a small boat with Fang Chu, undulating on the water, and the lights of the fisherman's house flickered on the river, like a dream. The sound of the flute came downstream:

Outside the mountain, outside the sky

Chasing the wind and chasing the moon for a moment

The sun and the moon set the golden lotus

The birds chirped peacefully and the clouds appeared

Rain all the way, flowers all the way, bloom again

After the rain, the smile on the flowers was buried

Mountains all the way to worship

Hey, yes, I'm the dust of the colorful sun

The boatman lit his lantern, and the bamboo rafts on the river were reflected red

The piper blew his dreams, and the smell was in the midst of everything

One color and one thing have been empty overnight

A flower and a dream plant the seed of Bodhi

This is "Valley of Forgotten Dust".

Qing Yuan. It's her Valley of Forgotten Dust.

She and Fang Chu are a pair of lovers who forget their worries in the rolling red dust.

Fang Chu had never tasted such a wonderful taste, he felt that the dumbness was dancing to the rhythm of the flute, and he was also dancing together. He stared deeply into her eyes, which were green and boundless. He couldn't help but call "Qing Ya ......" The melodious flute sound, the usual single fisherman's tune, was heard at this time. But it's so harmonious. He took her with him and sailed on the Milky Way. Heading into the depths of the darkness......

On a beautiful autumn night, no one is willing to be lonely.

At one end of the Queqiao, Zhang Heng and his slender waist made a round of inspections and sat down on a bench at the foot of Zhushan. Zhang Heng felt something, and he didn't know where to find a hole flute and blew it.

The thin waist shook, it turned out that the previous flute sound was blown by him!

She didn't expect that such a rough and Tibetan man could blow such a flute sound.

The sound of the flute was like crying, but it was not sadness, but more like an affectionate whisper and telling, and at this moment, Fang Chu's irrepressible shout "Qingya......" came from the bridge house

The thin waist trembled, and a face appeared in front of him.

She couldn't help but shed tears.

I don't know how long it took, but the flute stopped, and only the flute was still playing.

Zhang Heng took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, not a fine silk handkerchief, but a cotton handkerchief, and handed it to the thin waist, but the thin waist did not take it, and his face turned cold again.

Zhang Heng didn't care either, and took it back.

Looking at the river, he seemed to say to himself: "The eldest young master often advises me to start a family, but I am too lazy to bother." Today, I have that thought. I didn't think too much about it, I just thought everyone was happy, and I was really happy. I don't want to think so much, life is so simple......"

He couldn't say anything more, only his dreams.

The thin waist looked at the black canopy boat on the river in a daze, with a one-star light hanging on the stern, so leisurely, and so plain and real. I don't want to think so much, life is so simple!

Zhang Heng said: "You go to rest first, I will take someone to guard this." ”

The thin waist did not make a sound, stood for a while, and then walked quickly to the other side of the bridge.

In the early morning, the garden was foggy, as if shrouded in a light veil.

After getting out of bed, I didn't wash first, and went to the window to look out with my long hair scattered. The quiet and ethereal scene outside the window was different from the dim red hazy created last night, which lifted her spirits, and the laziness of waking up early disappeared. She turned her head and smiled at the first beckoning for him to come and see.

Fang Chu walked over, hugged her in his arms, and followed her gaze to look out.

At a glance, you can understand why Qingdue is so novel.

"Qingyuan gets foggy for most of the year," he said in her ear, "and wash your face first." After washing your face, I'll take you around slowly. We rowed first and ate breakfast on the boat. ”

Qing Du didn't refuse, but I'm sorry I can't practice dancing again.

Fang Chu seemed to see through her thoughts, and deliberately said, "Newlyweds can take leave." “

Qing Mu was amused by his self-deception.

He led her to the washstand in the corner, where all kinds of toiletries and hand towels were available, and she took the initiative to scoop water and wait for him to wash up. He opened his arms and let her wipe his face. When he had finished washing, she washed herself.

After washing, she pulled her hair back. So he put on jewelry for her, and he wanted to give her a thrush. Holding the eyebrow stone for a long time, I felt that I still didn't want to draw, her natural eyebrow shape was very good.

So he took her cloak and put it on her.

The two came out of the bridge house side by side, holding hands hand in hand, the same auspicious and luxurious red clothes, the same red cloak, the masculinity is wise, the feminine temperament is quiet, strolling on the bridge, the real fairy couple!

Dumb bathed in love, looking around leisurely.

Looking ahead first, I saw the wisps of light mist rippling on the island in the middle of the lake, wrapping around the treetops and eaves, and the Yanyu Pavilion was like a mirage. She hurriedly turned around and walked backwards, and then looked at the bamboo mountain, where the bamboo forest was also steaming and white mist, lined with green bamboo, which was exceptionally fresh.

She loved the view so much that she kept walking backwards.

Fang Chu leaned sideways to match her posture and prevent her from falling.

Last night, Zhang Heng took people to be on duty in the house on the other side of the Queqiao near Zhushan, and the thin waist took people to watch the night in the bridge house at the other end. As soon as Fang Chu and Qing Du came out, the people on both sides heard it.

Zhang Heng and the others hurriedly followed, bowing their hands.

Fang Chu only nodded, still walking under the bridge with a dumb face.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )

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