Hearing that he had appeared in the legend, Ah Yan was even more curious, he picked up the small shell in his hand, put it on a few cases, pushed it to Ling Yi, and said, "This is what I picked up when I was digging jicama by the river early this morning, and gave it to Gongzi." ”

He turned his head to Chang Cheng and said apologetically: "This little boy, I will definitely bring it to you next time." ”

Changyana misplaced the point: "At this time, where is the jicama?"

Ah Yan said: "Yes, there are, but they are a little less than the midsummer season, and they are hidden deeper. ”

In an instant, countless thoughts turned over in Ling Yi's mind, entangled and intricate like catkins flying in the sky.

At this time, jicama should have been gone a long time ago.

In the past, when it was summer, Yeqing always shouted that she wanted to eat crispy and sweet jicama, otherwise she would have to pretend to be in the heat of the summer and would not be able to do anything to lift her spirits.

Yeqing is greedy for cold, and she is prone to diarrhea after eating too much jicama, so Ling Yi often hides them in places where Yeqing can't find her scratching her head, and she is only allowed to eat two a day.

Thinking of this, Ling Yi felt apologetic in her heart: if it was then, she could eat as much as she wanted, and she would be able to eat it happily. Whatever she wanted to eat, I picked it for her, put a table full of it, and circled around her, and she must have been very happy.

Then I thought about it: Yeqing is not unrestrained, she has always been very measured, in fact...... She loves to eat Lang Ji fruit, and often peels it down and piles it up like a mountain, not because she is greedy, but because I love to eat it. If she can come back, I will never stop her, and I will not make her angry again.

The sun is warm and bright, the wind and snow are still frosty, and the so-called she has come and gone.

A cloud of rain floated in the sky, and it rained down densely, and for a moment the rain was like a curtain, and in a flash, the dark clouds were pushed away by the moonlight, and sprinkled down faintly and obliquely, and a layer of silver light was hazy in front of Lingyi's eyes.

On the opposite side of the riverbank, the two shops facing each other are also the territory of Xiaoyunzhai.

In the shade of the lights, the woman in red leaning on the wooden railing, whose color was like a flower of spring, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she waved her hand towards the shadow of the river bank with interest, and Lu Wu, who was holding his trouser legs and half of his legs and stomach under the shadows of the trees, was directing Chongmao and Qingyuan Xiaoshenjun to dig jicama.

"Lu Wu, hurry, hurry, throw one up first!" Yeqing shouted excitedly when he saw Chongmao and Qingyuan Xiaoshenjun carrying jicama full of earthy fragrance.

Lu Wu responded loudly, took one from Chongmao's arms and peeled it, peeled it halfway but threw it backhanded, and threw the jicama to the blue-clothed god monarch in the pavilion on the other side.

At this moment, Ling Yi, who was leisurely brewing tea under the paper window of the tiled roof, did not squint, but he heard the sound of the wind in his ears, and involuntarily stretched out his hand to catch the object.

"Don't make a fuss! give it to me!" Ye Qing was slightly dissatisfied, and shouted at Ling Yi from afar.

They had been in a cold war all day—for the sake of whether and how many jicamas they could eat in the late autumn season.

Ling Yi glanced coldly at the other side, but his fingers quickly peeled off the remaining half of the thin skin, threw it away, and smashed it into the fruit bowl on the table in front of Yeqing, and the husk splashed on the table.

Yeqing was stunned at first, then relaxed, waved his sleeves, and said loudly: "Thank you!"

This moment seemed to be very long, but at the moment when Yeqing spoke, it was frozen in place.

"Childe, there's a guest coming. ”

The voice of the long vehicle seemed to come from a dream, and Ling Yi's hand was held in a few corners, and he suddenly returned to reality.

"It's coming, today's guest is a little late. Ling Yi stretched out his palm, and several shells jumped up and fell into his palm.

Ah Yan clapped his hands and said, "Childe is really a god!

Ling Yi said: "Ah Yan, come, sit next to me." ”

Changyan was a little unhappy, but he was just a hairy boy who had just arrived, but Ling Yi seemed to be very fond of him, and asked himself to respect him as an elder?

Ling Yi said: "Don't make a mistake in front of your elders. ”

Chang Cheng pouted angrily and said, "He is not my elder! Where do I still have elders...... My parents, my parents have ...... tomorrow morning."

Suddenly remembering the matter of his parents, his heart was sour, he stopped talking, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Ah Yanxin said: I am only fourteen or fifteen years old, but it is inconvenient to come up and recognize someone as a son. So he lay down beside Changcheng, patted him lightly on the back, and said, "Little boy, don't be sad, I'll buy sugar fried chestnuts for you tomorrow, okay?"

As soon as he heard the sugar-fried chestnuts, Changcheng couldn't hold it anymore, and he cried loudly, and the crystal tears rolled down, and he said with tears: "I don't want to eat sugar-fried chestnuts!