"Honggaru?" Uncle Amur nodded affirmatively from Zhao Danfeng and gave Zhao Danfeng a thumbs up. raised the wine glass and was about to touch Zhao Danfeng, but Hu Jing didn't persuade him, and Uncle Amur didn't understand it, so it was useless to persuade him. If you don't let Zhao Danfeng drink it in front of your classmates, you won't say anything. In front of outsiders, I still have to give Zhao Danfeng some face, this is a sensible woman.

After a few glasses of wine, Zhao Danfeng was a little interested, he had to sing another song, stand up and sing, no one could stop him.

"My wish is in the sky, and there is a vast grassland on the horizon. In the vast grassland of the world, white yurts are sprinkled on the riverside. My love is in the high mountains, and deep in the mountains is the majestic Great Khing'an..."

It's another song that won't be let go, Zhao Danfeng really let go of singing, the treble is bright, the bass is deep, and I don't know if he is in a good state after drinking, or happy. The wine is naturally mellow in the depths, and the love is naturally strong in the depths, even if they don't understand what Zhao Danfeng sings, but the limited number of Mongolian words makes the two of them feel the deep love for the grassland from the young man in front of them.

Even if it is known as a mare's milk wine, which is not good to drink, it is not something that Zhao Danfeng, a scum with only five combat power in the wine field, can resist. There is still some distance from getting drunk, but it definitely belongs to the stage where you think you can't pour a thousand cups. Aunt Naren Toya went to the yurt to help make the bed, and gestured to Hu Jing not to go too far, she was about to come back after walking around the neighborhood, and it was easy to get lost on the grassland when it was completely dark.

Walking to the place where she could see the yurt when she turned around, Hu Jing pulled Zhao Danfeng to sit on the grass, looking at the remaining rays of sunset in the sky, reflecting the red clouds, "You sing the song just now." I'll dance for you. Hu Jing stood up and pinched Zhao Danfeng's face.

"Mongolian dance." Zhao Danfeng said with a smile. Seeing that Hu Jing is standing up, she is not hypocritical. I beat the beat and sang.

“…… Hulunbuir Prairie, white clouds floating in my heart, Hulunbier Prairie, my beloved, my thoughts ......"

Aunt Naren Toya watched from afar, smiling shallowly, like seeing a pearl on the grassland, shining in the sunset. The water of the Eguna River is no match for the girl's flowing dance. The peacock feathers in the song are open one after another. The herdsman's son looked up at Mingzhu, just like the expression he had when he saw Amr when he was young. That year, Amur, who had put himself on horseback, was proud like a hero, and now, gentle as a cup of mare's milk. It's good to be young, Aunt Naren Toya quietly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and when she saw Hu Jing, it was as if she saw herself when she was young.

When Malachov hugged Tauksenoude into his arms. Aunt Naren Toya walked back to the yurt, and the young people should have their own time.

Lying on the grass, pillowed in Zhao Danfeng's arm, with his eyes closed. Listening to Zhao Danfeng whispering in his ear, "You have a fragrance on you, a special fragrance." Every time it passed me. You don't have to look to know it's you. ”

"Is it the smell of waxed plum?" Hu Jing remembered that for a while last year, Zhao Danfeng especially liked to fold a branch of plum and insert it in his bun. Said with a smile, hello Chun Thirty Niang.

"It's not." Zhao Danfeng sniffed gently. "That's the smell here."

The fingers drew an undulation under the body, stopping at the peak, as if they wanted to see the mountains at a glance, and they were reluctant to leave for a long time. Gently turned over, supported the ground, and looked at the girl in front of him, her lips and teeth were slightly open, and her eyes were a little confused, like a poppy flower, delicate and charming.

From forehead kisses to red lips, "I once hesitated a question. ”

"What?"

"A problem that is not a problem." Zhao Danfeng smiled and continued to kiss down, "It seems that only I can smell this fragrance, right?" ”

raised his head to look at Hu Jing, but was pressed on his head with two hands, and he fell into it deeply, "I also hesitated about a question, a question that is not a problem now." ”

I don't know if Uncle Amur played the horse-head qin, and the sound of the meeting of Ao Bao floated so quietly, and the notes fell on his body, melting like snowflakes. A slight frown, a raised neck, mixed with a nasal moan. It was like a mark, drawing traces on Zhao Danfeng's back. On the shoulder, a row of tooth marks is left, like a brand, declaring the right to belong.

It is a heavenly bath, washing away the lead, shedding a qiē coat, letting the soul kiss the soul, and let the heart caress the heart. It is an interweaving of half sea and half flame, leaving behind memories that will last a lifetime. It was the dawn of Blueberry Night, and finally, they found their hearts and ended a hard journey.

The next day, Aunt Naren Toya brought a red cherry blossom yarmulme hat to Hu Jing, and Uncle Amur shook his two thumbs to explain the meaning of wearing a hat. Mongolian girls do not wear hats at home, only women who marry as daughters-in-law wear hats. Hu Jing, whose little face was red like an apple, was completely dressed as a Mongolian woman by her aunt. Zhao Danfeng taught for a long time before Uncle Amur took a group photo of the two with a camera.

The photo that has been left in Zhao Danfeng's wallet is that summer, on the Hulunbuir grassland, Hu Jing, dressed in a holiday dress, sat on a horse, and she pulled the reins in front of the horse. The wallet has been changed many times, but the photo has never been changed, for Zhao Danfeng, it is the beginning of a new life.

Hu Jing, who was crying profusely, finally got on the plane to southern Yunnan, and if she didn't go back, it was estimated that her family would call the police. When I returned to Pearl City, the middle of July was almost over, and when I went shopping and passed by the cinema at night, I found that the posters of "Love Malatang" had been pasted on the wall. There was no one next to him to watch movies with him, Ma Yili and Li Binbin were busy in the crew, and at this time Zhao Danfeng felt that he was still a student who was preparing to enter the second year.

I don't know if I'm used to the days when Ma Yili is accompanied in Pearl City, or if I'm not used to the leisurely days. In addition to eating and sleeping all day, I didn't even beat beans. Although Zhao Danfeng is a very lazy and lazy person, he really can't stand being so idle. Lying on the bed, Zhao Danfeng thought about what to do? What do born-again people like to do? These people like to make themselves like prophets, and then fool people.

Zhao Danfeng didn't want to fool people, Ma Yun didn't fool himself, he hit the muzzle. As the saying goes, don't eat the meat that comes to your mouth, isn't that stupid? Zhao Danfeng is not stupid, so he flickered. It's also very tiring to fool people, not only do you have to plan well, but at least you have to know what people you want to fool. What he does, this industry also needs to understand. If you don't understand anything, just say that you want to develop in the future, let me invest quickly, then you must not take yourself for a fool. (To be continued......)

PS: Put three more at night, and then put it during the day, add more or something, it depends on whether the friends are strong or not!