Tang Chujiu touched the chilblains on his hands, his heart was a little more sour, a little desolate, red face is easy to age, red face is easy to age. Yu Xuan and Xiao

The night is getting thicker and thicker, but the laughter and laughter of the banquet continues.

Tang Chujiu sat on the tree, leaning over to look at the conversation and laughter of Tang poems and paintings, which were truly exquisite.

Such a woman is exactly what Seventeen wants now.

Such a woman is the most compatible with Seventeen's current identity.

……

In Tang Chujiu's distraction, Song Lanjun and Tang Shihua came to the courtyard talking and laughing side by side.

The familiar flute sound came, waking Tang Chujiu up from his trance, and when he looked down, it was Song Lanjun playing "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix".

Tang Chujiu responded to the sound of the flute, and silently recited word by word: "The phoenix returns to his hometown and travels all over the world to seek his phoenix." When I haven't met anything, I don't know what to do! There are beautiful ladies in the boudoir, and the room is poisonous to my intestines......"

The flute stopped, Song Lanjun held the jade flute in his hand, and looked at the beauty with a smile: "Poetry and painting, should you not?" ”

After Tang Shihua blushed for a while, he replied in a shy voice: "Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder and earthquakes, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are combined, and they dare to be with the king. ”

Looking at the deep love between the two people under the tree, Tang Chujiu on the tree, his heart is like a knife, seventeen, you once played "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" to me, and you also said that I am the only one who can hear you blowing "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" in this life, because you only love me one, as long as I am one...... Seventeen, have you forgotten these words?

Song Lanjun stretched out his big hand and hugged Tang Shihua's small waist, the beauty was in her arms, and whispered: "Shihua, I really want time to pass quickly, and it will be the ninth day of the next lunar month, and I will be able to marry you and be my wife." ”

Tang Shihua's face was shy, but he raised his head, and his red lips lightly imprinted a kiss on Song Lanjun's face.

Song Lanjun held the pink face of Tang Shihua, lowered her head, and kissed her red lips, deep and shallow, lingering, so sweet.

After a while, the two separated, Tang Shihua was undecided, raised his head, and his eyes were like silk: "Lan Jun ......"

Song Lanjun said in a hoarse voice: "Poetry and painting, you little goblin, look at me like this again." ”

Tang Shihua exhaled like an orchid: "Isn't it good to look at Lan Jun like this?" I love it. ”

Song Lanjun grabbed the little hand of Tang Shihua and reached under his waist and abdomen, and the untouched beauty touched the man's head and chest, steaming, exclaiming in a low voice, and his face was discolored.

provoked Song Lanjun's sullen smile: "Little goblin, tell me, do you still like it?" Well? ”

"Lan Jun, you are so bad, people ignore you......" Tang Shihua blushed and ran away.

Song Lanjun chased after him.

The person was already far away, and Tang Chujiu on the tree let go of his biting lip, and blood gushed out all of a sudden.

Tang Chujiu didn't know the pain, because his heart hurt even more, and he couldn't breathe because of the pain. The whole body trembled, and large tears fell from the tree to the soil below the tree, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seventeen, I always thought that you married her as a wife because of her status! Unexpectedly, you are already in love. Seventeen, I have been to you as before, but you have no longer treated me as before. Seventeen, sure enough, the old people's hearts are fickle, and the joy is as thin as paper.

Seventeen, what about me? What am I in your heart now?

After a long time, Tang Chujiu got off the tree, returned to the room, lay on the bed, curled his body into a ball, and felt extremely cold in his heart.

When the sky was white, Tang Chujiu opened his eyes, and from the window of the middle of the sky, he looked at the red flowers blooming in the courtyard, and felt a sense of sadness for no reason. His delicate youth is no more, but now it has become a ...... Yesterday's yellow flowers.

!