Chapter 24

Jingjing saw that a big man was sleeping in her room when the wind attacked, she wanted to move him out, but she didn't have enough strength to move him, Jingjing saw him sleeping dead and thought that he had the opportunity to light himself just now, but he let himself pour cold water on him, Jingjing hurriedly went to change her clothes, now in the middle of the night, I'm afraid if you find someone to move him, I can't say clearly, after all, now this wind attack is half-naked, whoever sees this scene will be misunderstood, although Jingjing knows that He Jingxuan's favorite thing now is Wu Meier, But I don't want him to misunderstand, I still love him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Jingjing finished changing her clothes and looked at the wind attack that was still asleep, and felt a dilemma in her heart, it seemed that he would not wake up for a while.

Jingjing carried him to the bed, then covered him with a thin quilt, and Jingjing sat down at the table, trying to calm down......

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He Jinghui and Wu Mei'er went out to prepare to admire the moon, tonight's Wu Mei'er was happy like a child, her face was crimson, her breathing was a little short, He Jinghui felt that it might be because she drank a lot of wine, so she jumped up and down like a happy child, she unconsciously tilted her body in He Jingxuan's arms, and I don't know why she went in and changed her clothes just now, and when she came out, she felt that her face was extraordinarily hot, and when she saw He Jinghui, she couldn't help but want to get close to him, and be more intimate.

He Jinghui on the side drank very heartily tonight, Xiao Wangcai seemed to be infected by their emotions and jumped happily on the side, He Jinghui smiled and looked at it like a little rabbit.

Wu Meier smiled: "Hehe, this little dog is really interesting, and he is actually jumping up and down like a little rabbit when he is happy!" ”

Xiao Wangcai seemed to understand that Wu Meier also liked it very much, so he coquettishly stayed at Wu Meier's feet and asked Wu Meier to scratch its belly with her foot in embroidered shoes.

But being blown by this cold wind, Wu Mei'er felt that the uncontrollable heat wave in her body didn't seem to be so turbulent, and she felt shy for the feelings in her heart just now, so she couldn't help but want to get close to He Gongzi.

Wu Meier has been rubbing Xiao Wangcai's belly back and forth with her feet in embroidered shoes, it is very comfortable to roll back and forth, He Jinghui smiled and said: "It has a lot of vision, and it also knows how to find a beautiful sister......

It's just such a seemingly casual compliment that makes Wu Meier's whole person feel overjoyed.

He Jinghui looked at Wu Mei'er with a smiling face, the moonlight was bright, and he and Wu Mei'er had experienced so many mental journeys together, and they had been with Wu Meier all the way.

Everything has become so easy and interesting, and along the way, she has experienced so many different customs and customs, in He Jinghui's opinion, Wu Meier is really a good friend who must be for home travel.

He likes the feeling of being with Wu Meier, simple and comfortable, without any burden, and even without going out of his way to please, he feels that the two of them have a lot of words to talk about, and there are many thoughts to resonate with.

But Wu Meier agrees with and understands what is different from this world in his head, and thinks it is very novel, whenever he puts forward a novel idea, Wu Meier will agree with him, and will try her best to make this idea perfect.

Wu Mei'er pointed to a purple flower over there and asked He Jinghui, "Do you know what kind of flower it is?" ”

He Jinghui shook his head, "This flower is so beautiful, like a tear, I really don't know what it's called." ”

Although he now needs a lot of flowers and plants to make perfumes, he only knows about some commonly used flowers.

In his opinion, Wu Meier is a master of life, she can paint and evaluate works, she can grow tea, taste tea, make tea, and these seemingly smooth things, she does it so well, people always feel that there is a very natural affinity with her and is very comfortable.

Wu Mei'er smiled and said: "But Jing Hui, you are very observant, this flower is called Purple Tears, and it also has a poignant story!" ”

The purple tears in the moonlight seem to be coated with a layer of silver moonlight, and the purple tears that bloom one by one are lovely.

Xiao Wangcai's naughty guy has arched into the flowers at this moment, sniffing left and right, and rolling comfortably in the flowers, I don't know how it really did, a purple tear was actually inserted behind its big yellow ears, it looked naughty and cute.

Then he ran to Wu Meier's feet very naughtily and coquettishly, except for He Jinghui, the owner who was rightfully picked up, Xiao Wangcai's favorite is Wu Meier, Xiao Wangcai raised his front paws, put them on Wu Meier's long skirt, and made a standing posture.

Then, trying hard to hand the flower to Wu Mei'er's hand, He Jinghui suddenly understood the little guy's intentions, and sneered: "Your little guy is not a puppy at all, he is simply a dog, you also know that your sister is beautiful, so you will give your sister flowers ......."

Xiao Wangcai sighed as if he could understand.

provoked Wu Mei'er to smile lightly, and touched Xiao Wangcai's fluffy little head lovingly.

He Jinghui, the owner who picked it up, helped Xiao Wangcai take off the back of the flower bush, handed it to Wu Mei'er and said, "Mei'er, give it to you......"

Wu Meier smiled and took the flower, elegant and generous, but with a little naughty said: "Thank you for the flower ...... sent by the owner and the pet."

Xiao Wangcai looked at Wu Meier with a flattering expression, very endearing.

He Jinghui asked: "You just said that this flower has a legend, I smell that this flower has a quiet taste, and the flower shape and color are so beautiful, I really want to hear what story this flower has......"

They strolled among the flowers in the moonlight, Wu Mei'er's red lips opened lightly, and her beautiful voice echoed in her ears, like a beautiful flower fairy: "In ancient times, there was a pair of lovers, because it coincided with the war, the man was conscripted away, and before leaving, they got married, and the man and his wife agreed that they would come back when the little red flowers bloomed in the mountains and fields......"

Wu Meier continued to walk forward, and the naughty little Wangcai jumped and jumped between them, and He Jinghui asked, "Did the man come back later?" ”

Wu Mei'er continued: "Later, every year when the red flowers bloom all over the valley, the wife will stand on the valley and look at the red flowers in the valley and wait for her husband to return, but year after year, the flowers bloom and bloom, spring comes and goes, and the wait is fifty years, the green silk turns white, and every year when the flowers fall, the woman can't help crying...... Fifty years later, he was blind, but the husband still did not return, and the woman still waited for him to come back every spring. ”

Xiao Wangcai watched them tell stories, he didn't understand what they were talking about, but he also lay on the ground with a serious expression and looked at Wu Mei'er with five bodies.

And He Jinghui also felt that this story was sad, Wu Meier continued: "Because the flowers in this valley are stained with this woman's tears all year round, so when she died, all the red flowers here no longer bloomed, and actually bloomed purple flowers like teardrops, waiting for the woman's husband who did not return......"

He Jinghui suddenly chanted a poem, "The mountains and rivers are empty, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more, it is better to pity the people in front of you......" He Jinghui felt that this poem was too appropriate, this was when he was doing small drama work in the crew, when he was filming costume films, there was an ancient poetry guide, that was an old pedant, studying ancient cultural poetry, He Jinghui listened to him when he had nothing to do, and the old pedant did not dislike He Jinghui's lack of school, and he was happy to teach him.

He Jinghui was not welcomed when he was in school, but he didn't expect that this learned old pedant was willing to teach himself these ancient poems, and the feeling of being valued made He Jinghui work hard, and he learned a lot of ancient poems with him.

Wu Meier looked at He Jinghui and said: "I also think that I can cherish the present, after all, the wait is too long, and the future is too far away." ”

She likes He Jingsheng's way of doing it right, although she has never heard those poems, but they are a good fit for the artistic conception, which makes her full of joy, even such sad stories can be shared with the people she likes, and the most important thing is that they will always have something to talk about when they are together.

Wu Meier's calm atmosphere sometimes makes people feel like the sad relatives of women in this era, and there is always a sense of calm and atmosphere with her.

He Jinghui took out a paintbrush and paper from his arms and said to Wu Meier: "I'll help you paint a portrait in this purple tear!" ”

Wu Meier was naturally happy, and quickly tidied up her clothes, her hair was often put on both sides, and the beautiful and pitiful purple tears told her loyalty to love.

Xiao Wangcai happily ran to Wu Meier's side to steal the scene, and He Jinghui painted very seriously.