Luo Yunyao still remembered that Murong Juejun once told her one thing.

When he was a child, Murong Juejun accompanied his mother to the play, and quietly escaped for a while because he had nothing to do during the play, and this time, he happened to be followed all the way by a little boy who was about the same age, he was still young at that time, and he had no sense of crisis, but fortunately, the little boy had no malicious intent, but he ran a few steps later and stopped Murong Juejun.

At that time, Murong Juejun looked at the bauhinia flower tightly held in the hand of the little boy in brocade, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I don't want this flower, my mother doesn't allow me to accept this flower casually, and ......" The little Murong Juejun turned his face to the side, tried to suppress the look of disgust in his black pearl, and muttered: "And this flower is really ugly." ”

The little boy in brocade was also stunned when he saw Murong Juejun like this, and hurriedly put the bauhinia flower in his hand behind him, and paused before he said cheekily: "Ah, I'm sorry, this flower is actually not intended for the little sister girl, I just heard that the little sister girl is the eldest sister of our private school Murong ......."

Murong Xuanjun didn't expect to make such an oolong, so he had no choice but to bury himself in the soil, and he didn't dare to look at the person in front of him at all, and replied to the little boy in brocade in a low voice: "It's okay, I offended." What are you talking about, Murong is referring to, Xuan Ying? ”

The little boy in brocade blushed even more when he heard this name, and snorted, "Yes." Murong is so good-looking, we all know that he is a little girl dressed as a man. I ......" stepped forward and took out the bauhinia flower behind him, "I, I heard that Murong likes bauhinia flowers, and we happen to have them in our family, so I see my little sister girl now, and I want you to take me to give it to him." Pluck up the courage to send the bauhinia flower in your hand forward.

Murong Juejun didn't take the flower, she wrinkled her little face, she seemed to be very embarrassed, and her words were intermittent: "You...... You guys... Got it wrong...... He ...... He, he's not a girl! As he spoke, he held his face with a pair of small hands and buried himself in the palm of his hand.

The little boy in brocade was also shocked: "Isn't it? Isn't it a girl? How is it possible, so beautiful, how can she not be a little girl......"

After all, Murong Juejun's appearance was also unbearable, and the little boy in brocade clothes continued to bear the blow, and the little boy got closer to Murong Juejun, who was constantly shaking his shoulders, at a loss, his hands and feet didn't know how to put them, and he didn't know what he should do Looking at Murong Juejun, he has always had no way to cry for a woman, whether it is a little girl or a big girl.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'll tell the other classmates in the private school, Xuan Ying, a man, that we won't treat him like that."

Murong Juejun listened to the other party's nervous tone, and couldn't stop laughing, barely raised his head, opened his eyes that had already been laughing openly, glanced at the little boy in brocade, and said breathlessly: "No...... I didn't...... Blame you...... I am...... Felt...... It's so funny. Hahahaha......"

said that because he laughed too much, he didn't control his body and tilted forward, and just crashed into the arms of the little boy in brocade.

Murong Xuanjun didn't know it yet, it was still the little boy in brocade who spread his arms wide, and the men and women didn't want to touch Murong Xuanjun in the slightest, but they were worried that Murong Xuanjun would laugh and fall down.

With a pair of arms open like this, the little girl in the orchid pattern Hunan flower cage skirt in her arms kept rubbing her chest.

The bauhinia in her hand trembled with the little girl's movements, and the petals had been destroyed by the previous toss, but now the petals were scattered in pieces, dancing in the air with the wind that started at the end of the green ping.

The shallow and thin warm sun, the broken purple petals, the green tile corridor, the Zhu pavilion, the small stone mountain, and the crooked poplar tree.

A few bauhinia petals fell on the girl's green silk raised by the breeze, and the Hunan flower cage skirt embroidered with orchids and the white brocade skirt of the teenager blended together.

The little boy in brocade finally put his hand on the little girl's back and patted her gently.

Behind the air, the little girl's laughter never stopped, and she whimpered with a little bit of breathlessness.

The young man didn't make a sound at all, but his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and he could clearly see the throbbing caution, with the taste of youth taboo.

Waiting for Murong Jue to laugh enough - in fact, she didn't, she just thought that if she didn't stop herself from laughing indiscriminately, she would see the flaws when she returned to her mother, and the consequences of such an unladylike behavior being known by her mother were absolutely conceivable.

The little boy in brocade gave Murong Jue a sigh of relief, and seemed to hesitate for a long time before he spoke, a little timidly: "The little sister girl is the eldest sister of Murong Jue's younger brother......

Murong Xuanjun had heard this too many times, so he naturally knew what was going on next, so he interrupted the little boy in brocade without thinking about it, and replied: "I know, I won't bully Xuanying, I will take good care of him and protect him, don't worry." ”

The little boy in brocade was stunned for a moment, his lips moved, and the mouth shape probably said, "No, what I want to say is not this." But he didn't say it, but went on to ask his original purpose: "Then what should I call my little sister?" ”

Murong Juejun pursed his mouth, and then remembered that he was called by such an ugly name, so he hurriedly reported his name first: "Xuanjun." My name is Murong Xuan. ”

Big eyes saw the bauhinia flower in the little boy's hand in the blink of an eye, thinking that he thought that someone else was going to give him flowers, and that he had no image at all, and that he had such an ugly name as the little boy.

It's really not a good experience, and sure enough, next time I'll obediently listen to the play next to my mother--but that play is really ugly, super ugly, baa-I just want to go back, and hurriedly said goodbye to the little boy in brocade: "My mother is still waiting for me, little brother and son, I'll go first." ”

This little brother son, the cliff is deliberate.

The little boy in brocade didn't care at all, glanced at the flower in his hand, and seemed to want to give it away, but he let go halfway, and when he saw the figure of Murong Xuan's technique leaving, he couldn't help but say loudly: "Sister Xuan, my name is Luo-Yun-Huan-"

When Luo Yunyao heard about this past, she was completely stunned, and paused for a long time before saying, "It turns out that Sister Xuan and Brother Yunhua met like this...... Forehead. She really couldn't find any words, so she could only go against her conscience and say: "What a beautiful misunderstanding, the so-called no coincidence is not a book." ”

Murong Xuanjun didn't care whether she was sincere or not, and leisurely drank the tea in the blue and white red leaf porcelain cup and said, "Didn't you hear the point of the whole story? ”

Luo Yunyao said in her heart, the first meeting of the two mentally retarded? Thus began the sadomasochistic entanglement of childhood sweethearts?

If he said this, he would definitely be beaten to death by Murong Xuanjun, but other than that, Luo Yunyao really felt that there was no concern. Is it Bauhinia?

Honestly shook his head.

Murong Jue glared at Luo Yunyao with hatred, and concluded: "This shows that my younger brother has been beautiful since he was a child, and he is very popular with the same sex and the opposite sex. ”

Saying that, he probably thought of Luo Yunhua, gritted his teeth, and the words he said were still clear, and his breath was like an orchid: "There are even times when Brother Gongzi looks for me as a girl to secretly send Qiubo to my younger brother." "For example, your brother has no vision.

Luo Yunyao nodded "oh", and asked Murong Xuanjun again: "So, Sister Xuanjun, I remember that it is really not wrong. ’

Murong Juejun looked at Luo Yunyao's delicate appearance and had a bad premonition: "What do you remember wrong?" ”

Luo Yunyao approached Murong Xuanzi and looked at her carefully, as if she wanted to see where the orchid came from Murong Xuan's body, and then said shyly: "Sister Xuanjun was really a cute doll with thick lines and milk dumplings when she was a child. ”

Murong Xuanjun gave Luo Yunyao's head a blow to the fan in his hand, and said angrily: "I said don't mention the things when I was a child, I am young and ignorant...... Mention me beating you again. ”

Luo Yunyao said in her heart, didn't this be beaten in the first place.

But when there was a few hints of gloom under Murong Xuan's eyes, he didn't dare to say anything.

The childhood sweethearts are Murong Juejun and Luo Yunhua, and since one day, these two children, who are also in the Qingyue Imperial Capital, have been little playmates.

The childhood sweetheart is not referring to Murong Juejun and Luo Yunhua.

Because in the process of their respective growth, they changed little by little about the absence of each other.

In the end, Murong Jue became a home-raised orchid that had been suppressing his own thoughts, suppressing his emotions, and suppressing himself.

Unable to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, there is no free growth.

And Luo Yunhua also folded flowers from the classmate who could calmly take a fancy to him, and directly asked the name of a little girl, a little boy in brocade who knew that women needed to be loved and cared for and treated carefully, has grown into such a helpless Luo Zhongshu waiter who is now covered by three points of truth and seven points of hypocrisy.

The various experiences during this period can not be explained clearly in three words, but each other never gives each other more time to communicate.

Mistake after mistake, helpless.

Luo Yunyao is now looking at Murong Jueying's figure from afar across the empty courtyard dam, thinking about this story with emotion, and suddenly remembering that back then, the reason why Luo Yunhua unswervingly thought that Murong Jueying was her daughter was just because back then, Luo Yunyao told a bedtime story in front of Luo Yunhua's bed when Luo Yunhua was still young and could bully this brother.

The story she has been telling back then is, Liang Zhu.

I don't know if I told the story of Mulan's joining the army by the way?

Twin rabbits walk on the ground, can Ann tell that I am male and female?

However, this Mulan is Luo Yunyao, but Murong Jueying is not that Zhu Yingtai.