In the south of Taoli Villa, there is an apple forest, dense branches interspersed with growth, looking from afar, like a pool of green clouds, looking at the ups and downs of the forest to know the ground hills and ravines.

It was the middle of summer, and the fruit had just sucked a belated but cheerful rain, which had been a little wilting, and now it glowed with a moist light.

At this time of year, the residents of the estate are busy, because in this rainy season, not only the apples will ripen, but even the peaches with a different flavor will be harvested. After some time of understanding, Huo Jie also has an understanding of this strange but indeed worthy of envy and admiration of the manor, the manor is mainly planted with various fruit trees, and some of the fruits picked are sold to other places, and the other part is processed and produced into various desserts and drinks by the manor to maintain the daily needs of the huge manor, and the reason why the manor is named Taoli is that the whole manor is proud of their cultivation of a new variety of peaches, and the wine made from this peach and dried peach blossoms as raw materials through exclusive secret production has a rich and fragrant aftertaste, and it is completely possible to taste the taste of human accidentsTherefore, the owner of the manor was so amazed that he changed the name of the entire manor after the peach wine came out.

There was once a literati who traveled here, drank peach liquor, drunk to the hearty, rolled up his sleeves and waved, wrote: A bottle of floating world, a drunk day, I have entered the mortal dust, drifting from the stream, so the dream of a thousand words, as early as an antelope hanging horns. Shaohua has the past, the old things, the most true self, all in this bit of elixir.

And this experience and this passage of this literati are also recorded in Zhuang Zhi.

Therefore, when Huo Jie heard the man's evaluation and feelings about the wine, he was also quite yearning for this peach liquor.

The apple forest is densely packed with plainly dressed people, who perform their duties, picking and unloading fruits, and consciously forming an orderly process of operation and management.

"How do you feel, still used to this job?" the girl's face was full of youthful vitality, and her long hair was casually grouped into a bundle with a ribbon on her back. She was sitting on a branch at this time, her back against the trunk of the tree, and her long legs that were swaying as white as congealed fat hung out in front of Huo Jie's eyes.

Looking at his feet in delicate high-waisted boots, Huo Jie grinned: "In addition to being good, can you say anything else?" ”

"Oh, if you don't feel good, I'll ask my father to change it for you. You're welcome to me. ”

"Then thank you Miss Yun Xiaochan in advance, but I really didn't mean that, this job is quite suitable for me. Huo Jie smiled faintly.

Suddenly feeling a little quiet above his head, he looked up strangely, and saw Yun Xiaochan's big innocent eyes looking at him with interest.

Huo Jie put on an expression that he didn't know what to say, pursed his lips, and buried himself in his own business again.

"I didn't expect your pen hand to do rough work. The girl propped up her pointed chin, and her smart eyes keenly caught the fine sweat on the back of Huo Jie's neck.

"Are you laughing at me? Ah, you have always looked down on me, have you always regarded me as a person who talks about things on paper? Huo Jie straightened up, and said with a smile in his eyes, half-joking, half-serious.

Yun Xiaochan was speechless, slightly embarrassed, and said, "How can I look down on you?"

Huo Jie waved his hand gently: "Scholars are mistaken from the country, literati who have no practice and life are just staying at the spiritual level, even if the pavilion in the air is gorgeous, it does not belong to this world after all." After all, true art always comes from real life. The Confucianism of such villains, although there are a thousand words in the pen, there is really no plan in the chest, piercing and chiseling, and the work of relatives and relatives absorbing words and sentences is really not beneficial to the world, and at the same time, they will be disliked because of chatter. Why are you the only one who despises such sour Confucianism?"

Glancing at Huo Jie's strands of sideburns that came out of the strap, it looked a little flowing, and under the influence of the short contact he gave himself a different feeling, Yun Xiaochan suddenly felt that Huo Jie's face was so handsome. The beautiful deep eyes that seem to have Western blood, the nose that is straight but not exaggerated and can hide a small charming shadow on the face, and the whole Zhang Chi has a certain face shape, a perfect combination, even if he is only wearing a frugal coarse cloth clothes at this time, but it is still clean and palpitating.

The girl was a little distracted. But soon, however, her blank head came back to consciousness, and she couldn't help but be secretly angry with herself. This kind of anger comes from her childhood education, but her environment and childhood education are not strict to this point, it can only be said that she is bound by the rules and regulations that she has slowly evolved by her own growth years, but this can't be blamed on her, no one can control and predict her own values, especially the age of teenagers with thin consciousness. She defines herself as frivolous, and she feels ashamed of it, even if everything she has is just lingering in her mind and has not yet been put into action.

Yun Xiaochan's lovely face climbed next to two moving clouds, and she herself made a metaphor for everything that had just happened in her heart that she could think of at the moment - a beautiful and moving girl with long hair and fist music was wearing a snow-white gauze dress waiting for the return of the dragon slayer warrior who saved the entire empire, at this moment, she was imagining all kinds of scenes when she met, and was ready to offer her kiss and chastity for this purpose.

This metaphor is simply that she herself is ashamed of herself, and the reason why this simple and lively little girl can make such an analogy is really poisoned by the novel in her hand, at least she thinks so.

She unfolded the richly decorated gilt-edged "Anecdotes of the Ancient West" to the maximum, raised her arms flat, and hid her face behind the book as much as possible, because the weight of this hardcover thick book was really not light, and the girl's slender arms trembled slightly.

Looking at Yun Xiaochan's strange movements, Huo Jie raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "Are you okay, did I say something wrong?"

Yun Xiaochan was indifferent.

Looking at Yun Xiaochan, who only gave her sight a write-up, and her arm that was desperately maintained due to exhaustion, Huo Jie secretly felt funny. He ripped off the book like a cat catching a mouse, Yun Xiaochan was excited, and hurriedly rubbed her cheeks with both hands, pretending to be calm and ignorant, looking left and right to pull this and that, and the innocent weather was praised by her again.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Huo Jie looked at Yun Xiaochan's simple but love-like appearance, who was obviously clumsy in acting skills but consciously good, and picked a warm arc on the corner of his mouth.

In the afternoon, after eating, the working people of Apple Grove walked along the nearby trails one after another. Huo Jie had nothing to do but also strolled with a few members of the White Tiger Dart Bureau in order to digest the sweet and delicious fruit rice in his belly. The trail is lined with bushes and wildflowers, and when you look at it, you can get the unexpected beauty that you want.