Zhang Ji was very interested, and for a while she went to pluck the buds that had just grown, and then she smelled the flowers on the side of the path.

From time to time, when a breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers will come secretly.

Birds sing among the red flowers and willows, and the wind is born on the tips of the waves on the water.

If it weren't for Feng Tuqiu's panic at this time, at this season, accompanying a Lori who can look like a small Lori would be a beautiful thing in his opinion.

"Brother Feng, can you help me make a willow whistle?"

Zhang Ji stood on tiptoe, carefully broke off a willow branch, handed it to Feng Yong, and begged softly with big eyes.

was called Feng Langjun back then, and now he has become the brother of the Feng family.

This claim made Feng Tujiao even more panicked in his heart, so that the willow whistle he made was a bit of a failure, and Zhang Ji put it in his mouth and blew hard for a long time without making a sound.

I saw that she didn't speak, but just clenched the willow whistle in her hand, pouted and looked at Feng Yong angrily, her big eyes full of protest.

Feng Tu was a little embarrassed, so he had to make another one and hand it over.

Who knew that Zhang Ji didn't answer at all, "Brother Feng will blow one first." ”

Feng Yong had no choice, so he had to put it in his mouth and blow it.

I only heard a "boom", which startled the birds not far away.

Zhang Ji's eyes immediately became crooked, she jumped twice, stretched out her hand and was about to come over to grab it, and said coquettishly, "Give it to me!" ”

"Hey......"

Feng Tujiao didn't have time to remind him that there was saliva on it, but he saw that Zhang Ji had just taken the willow whistle in his hand, and immediately put it in his mouth and blew it.

Looking at Zhang Ji's eyes that couldn't be more pure, Feng Tu had no choice but to swallow the words that came to his mouth.

Forget it, don't suffer anyway.

Thinking back to two years ago, it seems to be the same situation?

How old was Zhang Ji at that time?

Evil, so evil......

Zhang Ji blew all the way, and everywhere she went, startled birds flew into the air one after another, hovering over.

"Brother Feng, do you think this peach blossom looks good?"

In one corner of the garden, there was a peach tree, which was full of pink peach blossoms, and a thin layer had been laid on the ground.

The two walked under the peach tree, Zhang Ji shook the peach tree gently, and saw that the peach petals fell one after another, and two of them fell on Zhang Ji's hair.

"The peach blossoms on the human face are red, how can it not be beautiful?"

Although I kept saying in my heart that this was just a child, I saw the girl in front of me standing on a layer of pink petals, and the two peach blossoms in my hair seemed to add a bit of beauty, just like the elf girl who came out of the second dimension.

Feng Tu Turtle finally couldn't help but turn on the pretending mode.

Today's Zhang Ji is not an ignorant girl who didn't even understand "Shy Girl, Worry-free Years" in the past two years, she has participated in so many boudoir parties, which time no one talked about poetry articles in front of her?

It's too hard to understand, but she can still understand this kind of plain sound.

Hearing Feng Yong say this, Zhang Ji was suddenly ashamed and happy in her heart, and at the same time there was a hint of sweetness.

This is written for myself!

"Brother Feng, is there anything else?"

Zhang Ji's face at this time was flushed with a faint flush, and it was really as said in the sentence, complementing the peach blossoms.

"What's there?"

"Is there another sentence? That's it? ”

"One sentence is enough, too much, but not beautiful."

In fact, it's because the next sentence can't be spoken, and if it is said, I'm afraid that Zhang Ji will cry angrily.

The human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

This is not the case at this time.

Zhang Ji's eyes were moist, and she said softly, "Brother Feng, can I ask you for something?" ”

"What?"

"Brother Feng family, do you remember the peach forest you passed by when you came back?"

"What about the rare beauty, I met you again there, how can I not remember?"

The moisture in Zhang Ji's eyes was about to turn into a wave, but she lowered her head and said shyly, "That'...... Can you take me there again? The owner of the peach forest promised to let me go to the depths of the peach forest to see, but asked me to find someone else to make him look at. The little sister thinks about it, the brother is so powerful, he will definitely be able to enter the eyes of the owner of the peach forest. ”

Hearing this, Feng Tu Turtle immediately broke out in a cold sweat!

This one...... It's developing a little fast, don't follow the script!

This is about to go on a private date?

Absolutely not!

Thinking of Guan Xing's warning eyes before leaving, it was not a joke.

"This ...... I've been a little busy lately, so I'm afraid I won't be able to spare time. ”

Feng Yong wiped his cold sweat, thinking that he really couldn't be ambiguous with the little girl.

"Oh......"

Hearing this, Zhang Ji really showed a look of extreme loss, bit her lower lip, and said softly, "This time, the prime minister asked Brother Ah to come back, thinking that there must be something to explain to Brother Brother." Now that it is on the eve of the southern expedition, it is normal for my brother to be too busy. ”

I only heard her sniff, then lowered her head and said, "This matter is the little sister's willfulness, I hope Brother Don't blame me." ”

I see pity, I really see pity......

If it weren't for Guan Xing's eyes before leaving, Feng Tuqiu couldn't help himself from agreeing.

"Productivity refers to the ability of members of society to jointly transform nature and transform society to obtain the means of production and subsistence. The relationship of production refers to the mutual relationship formed by workers in the process of production, including the relationship between the ownership of the means of production, the relationship between the organization and division of labor in the production process, and the relationship between the distribution of products......"

Feng Yong hurriedly recited the mantra of Ma Dabeard in his heart.

"That'...... Can Brother help me think of an article? ”

Zhang Ji raised his head again and said softly, "The owner of the peach forest said that if he can find an article that he has never seen before, he can also let me bring someone in." ”

"The Unified Theory of Value holds that ...... This can be had. ”

Feng Yong didn't think about it, and hurriedly agreed to come down to alleviate the guilt in his heart.

Zhang Ji's face showed a smile again, pointed to the spring in front of him, and said, "Then it's better to take spring as the theme!" If you think about it, ......"

Alas, what a beautiful smile, if it weren't for Guan Ji, I would really want to protect it!

Feng Yong thought like this, and then looked at the person in front of him, his heart was a little agitated, and he couldn't hold back for a while, and read a sentence out of his mouth:

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

Zhang Ji originally meant to let Feng Yong go back and think about it before telling her, but before he could finish his words, Lang Jun in front of him had already read it.

And...... And it sounds like you're praising yourself!

Zhang Ji opened her mouth slightly, with a frightened and disbelieving look in her eyes, took two steps forward, grabbed Feng Yong's clothes tightly, and pleaded, "Feng Lang...... Jun, can you slow down? I didn't write it down. ”

Feng Yong nodded and read it again slowly.

That's right, it's talking about yourself!

Although I didn't fully understand the meaning of it, just the first sentence was already immersive.

Yun wants clothes, flowers want to look......

It's beautiful!

I don't know how Lang Jun in front of him came up with such a sentence.

I'm afraid that in the world, no one can compare to him, right?

"Brother, what is this article called?"

Zhang Ji pulled Feng Yong's sleeve and was reluctant to let go, looking at her like this, as long as Feng Yong's hand was slightly looped, she would snuggle into her arms.

"Ahem...... No name, well, I didn't think of a name for a while, this is the Qingping tune in Yuefu, and I sang it. ”

"It turns out that Brother is good at writing Yuefu ......"

Zhang Ji's face was like fire, but her eyes seemed to be about to drip water.

"Hehe, well, maybe, I like to listen to Yuefu ......"

Feng Yong felt a little overwhelmed, quietly took a step back, and said, "Siniang, I'll go find the pen and ink and copy it down, so as not to forget it later!" ”

After speaking, he broke Zhang Ji's hand and ran away.