Seinfeld pushed Wu Zheng hard, then hugged his hand and said, "I'm disgusting, how can that kind of straw bag get into this girl's eyes." ”

"But you've just been fascinated by what you've heard!" Wu Zheng said.

"That's when I think of my mother, I remember that when Fei'er was young, I seemed to have heard my mother play this song. By the way, Xianggong, your poetry is so good, playing the piano shouldn't be difficult for you! ”

Hearing Seinfeld's words, Wu Zheng knew that Fei'er and his father must have done something beautiful back then, and the talented and beautiful people were obviously in love with each other to death, but your father-in-law beat the mandarin ducks and snatched the beauty up the mountain to be your wife in the village. No wonder Fei'er obviously has a mother who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she hasn't learned at all, and now she can't even read a letter.

Seeing that Fei'er was obviously smiling on her face, but there was an indelible sadness in her smiling eyes, Wu Zheng knew that she must now know why her mother was so cold to her in the first place.

So Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Playing the piano? I won't. But I can play the flute, do you want to listen? ”

"Good! But where to find the flute now? ”

Wu Zheng pointed to a clump of bamboo by the river and said, "Isn't that ready-made?" ”

When the two came to the bamboo, Wu Zheng picked a bamboo of the right size, then stretched out his hand to Seinfeld and said, "Take it!" ”

"What?" Seinfeld looked at Wu Zheng suspiciously.

Wu Zheng smiled: "Don't tell me that you don't have a dagger on you." ”

Seinfeld smiled slightly, kicked up with her heel, and a foot-long dagger was unsheathed and flew from behind her to the sky and then fell into her hand.

When Wu Zheng saw it, he immediately stretched out his thumb and said: "The lady is so skilled, the way she draws a knife is so cool, teach me!" ”

Seinfeld proudly handed the dagger into Wu Zheng's hand and said with a smile: "Okay! Call me Master, and I'll teach you. ”

"Master, please accept the disciple's worship ......"

Seinfeld giggled and laughed, and when the two of them had had enough trouble, Seinfeld said to Wu Zheng, who had cut off the bamboo with a knife, "Xianggong asked you something." ”

Wu Zheng said while peeling the bamboo: "What's the matter, say!" ”

"Xianggong, is the poem you just read scolding?"

"Nonsense, Xianggong finally broke out of inspiration today, and you actually said that I was scolding people, and I won't read it to you in the future."

"Don't! Xianggong, although Fei'er doesn't understand poetry, but the general meaning can still be heard a little bit, just this point Fei'er feels that Xianggong's talent is not comparable to those who buy coquettish talents. The poems they read are either wind flowers or snow moons, and they sound sour and sour little belly chicken intestines, which are comparable to the high-end atmosphere of my father-in-law's family and country feelings. ”

"Who are you listening to when you say this?"

"Xiang'er, that girl!"

"Did I say anything like that to that girl?"

"Then how do I know, but you see that Qin Gongzi and they seem to have been scolded by you one by one to get off the boat."

Wu Zheng glanced at it, and sure enough, Qin Xiang and the others all got on the boat, including Zhao Xiaochun and Wang Shibing, the two straw bales also sneakily slipped down from the painting boat, leaving only Liu Dongqing, who was only eight years tall, and the Yan'er girl still standing stupidly in the flower hall.

Wu Zheng sighed: "It seems that you are not the only one who has the feelings of family and country, even Zhao Xiaochun and Wang Shibing's two straw bales. ”

Song Fei'er smiled slightly: "If Xianggong says Qin Gongzi and them, Fei'er will not object." But when it comes to Zhao Gongzi and Wang Gongzi, Fei'er thinks that they must be afraid that Qin Gongzi will leave in a hurry and not settle the bill, and they don't want to be the wronged boss. ”

Wu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought about the virtue of Zhao Xiaosong and Wang Shibing, and it seemed that there was really such a possibility.

While speaking, a bamboo flute has been done, and then a piece of bamboo is broken, and the bamboo pulp in it is taken out to make a flute film and pasted it, and it is put on the mouth to try the timbre, Wu Zheng nodded and it is not bad, I haven't done it for many years, but I didn't expect the craftsmanship to be there.

Then he pulled Seinfeld to sit down on a stone by the river, and the song "Daughter's Love" rippled in the river under the moonlight with the melodious flute sound.

Wu Zheng held the flute in his hand, and his fingers floated with an elegant and focused expression, looking at Seinfeld's intoxicated eyes, he was like a magnet full of magic, constantly attracting himself to want to snuggle up to him.

Seinfeld had heard people say a long time ago that she had poetry and books in her belly, and she never understood what it meant, until now she saw her husband playing the flute for her, and Seinfeld felt that the words "poetry and books in her belly" must be her husband.

The melodious and tactful sound of the flute also evoked those distant memories in Wu Zheng's heart, and unconsciously a song was blown in his mouth five times in a row, only when he felt his mouth and tongue dry, he stopped and glanced at Seinfeld who was on his shoulder as if he was asleep.

"Why did you fall asleep?" Wu Zheng chuckled.

Seinfeld shook her head, like a little girl who was lying in bed with her eyes closed and said coquettishly: "Xianggong blows again, Fei'er still wants to hear it." ”

"Still blowing? If you can't blow it, if you blow it again, your mouth will bubble. ”

Seinfeld opened her eyes, raised her head to look at Wu Zheng, blinked and didn't speak, she just smirked at Wu Zheng, as if she would never get enough.

Wu Zheng pinched her face and smiled: "Don't look at it anymore, look at it again, saliva is flowing out." ”

Seinfeld was stunned for a moment, and quickly sat up and wiped the corners of her mouth, where was there any saliva.

Realizing that she had been fooled, Seinfeld smashed her fist on Wu Zheng's shoulder and said angrily: "Xianggong is deceiving people, where is there any saliva." ”

Wu Zheng smiled slightly, pulled Seinfeld to stand up and said, "Let's go!" It's too cold, let's go back! ”

"Childe on the shore, please stay!"

Wu Zheng looked back when he heard the sound, and he didn't know when a boatload of Wufeng boats had stopped under the willow shade by the river, and the sound came from the boat.

As the boat sailed out from under the shade of the tree, Wu Zheng saw an acquaintance at the bow of the boat, wasn't that the injured kabuki he saw in Old Man Huang's hospital that day? It seems to be called a fish.

Her injuries healed so quickly?

Just when Wu Zheng was puzzled, Miss Yu'er was also puzzled when she saw him, and couldn't help asking, "Son, have we met anywhere?" ”

Seinfeld raised her head and just wanted to ask Wu Zheng who this woman was, but she was soon relieved again, because Xiang Gong said that the opening remarks of these women were like this, just like the incision in our green forest.

Wu Zheng said with a smile: "I didn't expect that I haven't seen Miss Yu'er for three days, and most of the injuries have been healed, it seems that Mr. Huang's medical skills are really clever." ”

The girl was overjoyed and said, "It turns out that the person who mentioned Mr. Huang in the coma of the fish that day was actually you, Gongzi." ”

"Miss Yu'er, you've already said this, Mr. Huang is a doctor and Taoist, how can the boy dare to mention the word in front of the old man. It's just that he casually said that the girl's affected area and asked the old gentleman to rescue him as soon as possible. ”

The girl smiled slightly and said, "Anyway, those casual words that there is no son in the dayarta, the fish will have to suffer a little more. ”

Although today's Yu'er girl is still injured, and a white hood covers her body with less red sleeves and fragrance on weekdays, the jade man stands under the moonlight at the head of the river, but she is a little more noble and elegant.

To say that she is a woman in the Qinglou, but at this time she is more like a dignified lady, Wu Zheng wanted to take a few more looks, but saw that Seinfeld beside her had already begun to look at Miss Yu'er coldly, so he smiled and said, "Is there something wrong with Miss Yu'er?" Today, Jiang Feng is really not suitable for chatting, if it's okay, I'll go back with my wife. ”

"Childe, wait a minute!" Miss Yu'er glanced at Seinfeld beside Wu Zheng, hesitated for a moment and said: "Today, I heard the melodious flute of Gongzi and made Yu'er fascinated for a while, dare to ask Gongzi what is the name of this song, can there be lyrics?" ”