Love, when chasing, the other party is very tenacious, is a stinky and hard stone, no matter if you wear out your mouth, do all your clown, and even let go of your self-esteem, he will not give you a smile, and even refuse you outside the nine mountains.

Love, when he wants you to get close, you are so caught off guard that you can't even believe it, just because you think that when you are performing, the other party is not even in the mood to watch the play, and when you are paying, the other party is not even too lazy to reach out and receive.

Love will only make people inexplicable, you can't know, you are very helpless, when he comes quietly, you are afraid, at least you will use your right hand to scratch your left heart, want to confirm whether this is the truth, whether you are dreaming.

Mu Buquan is very abrupt now, he speaks, and he doesn't know where to speak, but he wants to keep himself from talking, and he is afraid that Zhou Yuting will suddenly have a good impression of him floating away with the wind. What to say?

Hee-hee, the expression made by the muffled and smiling Lord became the only act that could make him feel the embarrassment of eliminating the embarrassment, and Mu Buquan was like that.

You don't like to walk around with me, Zhou Yuting asked, maybe a little angry, maybe Mu Buquan didn't like himself at all, the real chance encounter arranged by God when he had been encountering, maybe Mu Buquan had always wanted to eliminate this chance encounter but it was a chance encounter.

Like.

You don't want to talk to me.

Think.

But you didn't say it.

Mu Buquan is in a daze, ask where you want to go, it seems that you are just a man, ask, what do you like, you don't seem to want a lover, ask if you like me, and you are a hooligan.

Can't ask you what you're eating anymore. Can't I ask you again about the morning, can't I ask again about the time of today? Because it's all nonsense, which was originally nonsense, but it was a good topic in the past.

It's a pity that a sincere love can't be rehearsed, and the love that can be rehearsed is destined to be insincere.

A woman's heart is in the sea, a wrong look or even a wrong gesture may be fatal to her.

The road under your feet is a familiar road, and the environment of vision is also a familiar environment, in fact, the people around you are also familiar people, and even in dreams have not forgotten, but this feeling has never been.

Happy, happy, and helpless, like a child.

But when a woman falls in love with a man, it's all different. She can order you freely, and even play with you nonsensically, and even pretend to ignore you because she is in a good mood, but she dreams that you are by her side all the time, begging her, coaxing her, and even lifting her shoes.

Zhou Yuting is very pleasant, speaking easily and even playfully, don't you want to give me a gift?

A word wakes up the dreamer. This is the key to unlocking the incomplete chatter.

Oh, yes! You see that I was dragging a hundred taels, and as he spoke, he lifted the corner of his clothes, and raised his hand to lift the heavy silver taels. The silver is staggered, making a crisp sound.

Zhou Yuting even felt that Mu Buquan was very silly and cute.

With a hundred taels of gold to eat breakfast, you are the only one who is a wooden hero!

I didn't take it for breakfast, but I didn't know how to make it a gift you liked.

Mu Daxia has never been like a person who has no main engine, and if he didn't have a host, he wouldn't have made such an earth-shattering feat.

Mu Buquan agrees, there has always been only something he doesn't want to do, and there is nothing he can't do, but this love from the bottom of his heart made him hit a wall for the first time.

But I really don't have an opinion. Mu Buquan's answer was very scoundrel, and he was even more powerless.

Hee-hee, it's funny, and why!

Because my heart has been struggling, buy you a box of rouge! I'm afraid that you think I'm not good at buying, so I'll buy you a bow, and I'm afraid that you'll say I'm like a child, so I'll buy you a big kite, I'm afraid that you'll think I'll treat you as a man, mainly because I have a hundred taels of gold here, and I can't spend anything I can't buy, so I want to buy them all, and I'm afraid that you think I'm vulgar, and I don't even have opinions, so I feel very powerless.

Zhou Yuting did laugh when she heard it, maybe she had never seen such an unassertive person, but she already liked it.

Actually, as long as you give it to me, I will gladly accept it and like it very much.

It's true.

Really, Mu Buquan suddenly found that he was a very small child, but in fact, everyone felt that he was a very small child.

Boss Pack!

You're such a child.

Why am I a child again.

I'm not with you, you buy me something and don't ask me which one I like.

Noisy, inexplicable.

You don't like it.

I love it.

So why ask you? This is indeed a big problem. If you like it, why ask?

Spring came, and he came inadvertently, without anyone's permission. When the beautiful scenery arrived, it arrived without a sound, without greeting anyone.

Just like Sinan's laughter, he hung himself on everyone's face.

Mu Buquan was at a loss, but the boss was not at a loss, his hands and feet were nimble, his voice was loud, a pair of golden flowers and butterflies, and ten taels of silver.

A piece of soft paper, a nice wooden desolate, wrapped.

The two have been together for a hundred years, and handed Mu Du to Mu Buquan with his right hand.

Mu Buquan holds Mu Du, very happy and a little woody.

To you. took Mu Du's right hand and handed it out, and his left hand stretched out his right hand to grab Zhou Yuting, and he was about to put Mu Du in Zhou Yuting's right hand.

It was a warm hand, a delicate hand, a hand that made Mu Buquan's whole body tremble.

But Zhou Yuting didn't seem to be very happy.

Mu Buquan was only dumb, but he wanted to give this gift to her.

You don't put it on for me, you don't want me to put it on. It turned out that Zhou Yuting was not unhappy because she didn't like this gift, but Mu Buquan had no intention of letting the beautiful pair of colorful butterflies pin to the head of this beautiful woman.

Mu Buquan is destined to be a very obedient man, at least a man who listens to Zhou Yuting's words very much, and pinned this pair of colorful butterflies to Zhou Yuting's head with his hands and feet.

At least not that he is not very artistic, even he feels this way.

How's that, it's pretty!

It's beautiful.

I also think it's beautiful.

You don't see,

I see it.

How did you see it.

Through your eyes, through your heart.

A woman is the best at looking into other people's eyes, especially men's eyes, especially the eyes of men who like him.

Is it? Of course, you can't be unfaithful or even hide anything from me, because I can know everything just by looking into your eyes.

The eyes are the window of a person's soul, and a person's joys, sorrows, or even loyalty or lies can be expressed through this pair of water eyes.

The hustle and bustle of the city, the bustling Anhua Street.

The hustle and bustle is actually only a pair of lovers who love each other can feel it best, if a lonely and lost person, but the more he falls into the hustle and bustle, the more lonely he is in his heart.

Chu Yiyan actually felt that the city and even the whole world were very prosperous, but he was alone in his own room in Tianfu.

He must be crazy.

But he wasn't crazy.

At least he's not normal.

Indeed, he is not normal.

It's a person who makes him abnormal, it's a woman who makes him abnormal. This woman is Tian Yanzi, but Tian Yanzi is not by his side, and he can't even hear her voice. But he felt that Zuji was with Tian Yanzi, together all the time.

Ever since he refused Master Tian's reward and got Tian Yanzi personally saying that he would give her a cloak, he was not normal.

In his mind, Tian Yanzi couldn't remember anything except that he was earnestly, hard, and happily knitting that beautiful cloak for him. I can't pretend to hold anything.

Clear skies, warm winter days, desolate winter scenes, deserted fields, he didn't know anything.

Tian Yanzi is indeed knitting the hero's cloak in his heart.

Gold silk silkworm edge, gray cotton bottom, peony embroidery, this cloth is Tian Yanzi carefully selected for Chu Yizhang, peony color robe, hero color robe, is also implying the charm of peony love.

Tian Yanzi is a woman from a wealthy family, and she is good at danqing embroidery, so she will naturally realize the charm.

Boudoir, the boudoir in the depths of the garden, the flowers and plants outside the house are long rainbows, the indoor bright women, a beautiful and beautiful woman Dafan arranges her boudoir in this way, a woman's requirements for the boudoir are second only to the requirements for the marriage room, here are the places where they raise the rhyme and beauty, and most of the things they do every day are focused on this matter.

Beauty is a pursuit.

Because of the pursuit of beauty, the sky has the splendor of the morning glow, the splendor of the evening glow and the bright psychedelic starry sky.

The pursuit of beauty in nature has created a colorful biological world, and in the competition of material selection, the ornaments that cannot be decorated with the beauty of the world have been eliminated.

People, naturally, are even more so, they have a purpose to whitewash themselves, as long as they can beautify themselves, they will not hesitate to arrange them in a corner of their body that can enhance their beauty, and even unscrupulous means.

But some beauty is only in the heart, just like Chu Yijiao, his beauty will only be in his heart, in his dreams, in his mind, the sweetness of love with Tian Yanzi or even a little sneaky.

Others can put it into action, even if they start to twist a little, as long as they have a period of groping and rehearsal, they will be as skilled as eating.

Mu Buquan does not agree that he is the prodigal son of life, a veteran of the love field, he will say how he steals the holy ability, and the others can deny it as much as possible, and those who can't deny it should also push and push and play and try to wear it out.

Now Mu Buquan is no longer running around near Zhou's Mansion and encountering them by chance, he walked into Tianfu by himself, saw Master Zhou, and then went to find Zhou Yuting.

The Zhou Mansion is indeed big enough. I heard that the salt number has been very profitable in recent years, and many salt numbers are actively preparing for the silver number.

Mu Buquan didn't dare to be interested in these, his interest was that he had stolen the night pearl in the mansion, a priceless treasure, and the other interest was Miss Yuting.

Enter the Zhou Mansion, but also have to pass through a rockery garden, there are birds and flowers behind the rockery, there are also waterfalls, after the waterfall, wander two hundred steps is a long corridor pavilion that lives in the rain Xuan, Your Excellency is naturally a small lake, the lake is supported by lotus leaves, there are lotus flowers among the lotus leaves, the lotus flowers are just dragonflies, dragonflies are the sky upwards, the corridor is only fifty steps away, but after the corridor pavilion has to wear a forest, the artificial forest forest is the boudoir of the young lady, in fact, the attic of the Zhou Mansion is mostly concentrated here, the winding path is secluded, It is a kind of life state of the rich family.

Mu Buquan didn't think so, the winding path led to the Xiu Pavilion is Zhou Yuting's boudoir, Xiu Ge is also his own name, he thinks that other names are still swishing, he doesn't like it, he even argued that the private house should not have Listening to the Rain, because no one wants to stay at home and listen to the rain.

Sister Yuting, I'm here, Mu Daxia has come to see you; A naughty face plus a hundred years of prodigal son experience.

Why is it so late today? This is the voice of the master of Xiuge, and of course, the voice that comes out is also graceful and elegant.

This corridor is too long.

The promenade is too long.

Oh, yes!

Is it?

The distance between me and you is this long corridor with a little path.

What a path.

The path of life.

Is this a trail?

For a lot of people, he wasn't spacious.

What about you?

Gradually, it is spacious.

Do you hear the sound of birds? Zhou Yuting looked out the window happily and thoughtfully.

Outside is a dense forest, and of course there are birds chirping in the dense forest.

Why do birds come here to call? It's just a private grove with very few trees.

I think there is Miss Yuting here!

So?

If there was no Miss Yuting here, probably my wooden hero would not be here, and those birds would come again?

You're good at making me laugh?

I'm a person who likes to laugh a lot, especially when people laugh, especially you.

But I don't want to make you laugh.

Why.

Laughing from the heart, laughing pleasantly, laughing people are also very relieved, if it is only a fake smile, the heart of the laughing heart is not smiling, the laughing person should be very conflicted, very heavy. I don't want you to laugh unnaturally, I just want to make you laugh happily with the sincerity of my heart.

Happy laughter, of course, is a long laugh, a laugh that keeps laughing, and laughs until the whole world.

Zhou Yuting likes such days, so she likes Mu Buquan, Mu Buquan is such a person, casual and pleasant.

But if a man is casual and comfortable, he can be a bold and unrestrained person, and a woman can be casual and comfortable, and it may become a disaster.

In fact, Mu Buquan already feels this way.

Let's go kite flying!

It's not the season for kite flying.

When is the season of kite flying, is there an ancient book?

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Today is the shrimp and duck soup.

Didn't you eat it yesterday?

Can't you eat it today if you ate it yesterday?

But the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, I ate fried shrimp and duck soup.

I just want to eat it!

Nostalgic for the lonely days, looking at the birds flying alone in the sky also feels that he is very happy, can fly at will, as long as a measure word is added in front of the number is one, he feels particularly chic and high-spirited.

A bowl of wine, so nice.

A bowl of noodles, it's so good.

A mountain,

Chu Yijiao.

Chu Yijiao.

Yi, one.

Chu Yizhuan is not open-minded, isn't there a white person who has no emotional intelligence? Mu Buquan thought about it and laughed loudly, almost didn't startle the person next to him, and regarded him as a psychopath.

When an extrovert feels the urge to calm down, it's an explosive force that has nothing to stop except the knife holder on the neck.

When an inner person feels that he has been immersed in warm dreams, it is a destructive force, except for the god of death that cannot be conquered, everything else can be conquered.

The benefactors in Tianfu, the celebrities in Tianfu, and the people who pay attention in Tianfu, Chu Yifan has been immersed in the warmth of sleep.

Sitting on a stool in the backyard of Tianfu, looking at Tian Yanzi quietly, chatting, even if he didn't speak, he could look at each other for a day. Sometimes they even forget to eat and sleep.

Flowers, the same every day.

Trees, not all the same.

Swing, every day.

People, every day is the same.

All things that can be seen, what cannot be seen, things that can be felt, and things that cannot be touched are the same as yesterday and the day before yesterday. It's not even much different from the day before yesterday.

But these two pairs of eyes have always been so affectionate, and sometimes they have to cough and shiver.

It should be Mu Buquan who has a bad scenery, and it is indeed him, with a brittle voice and a heroic voice, this static beauty painting has lost its natural charm.

Brother Chu, don't bother!

In fact, he didn't have to say this, saying it only showed his hypocrisy, and also caused the disgust of the parties, perhaps just in the finishing touch, and he had already lost his style at first glance.

But Chu Yijiao is a gentleman, a gentleman, a man and a gentleman, soft-spoken, and without a spleen.

Even such a person who has lost Yaxing, he can tolerate it very gently and politely. Say: Don't bother.

In fact, in his heart, he longed to ask someone to drive him away, the farther away the better.

Mu Buquan was not polite, but he didn't find a better position, so he sat opposite Chu Yiyan and Tian Yanzi, and the three of them were forming a group of iron triangles.

Mu Buquan was very excited, very excited, and felt that it was better to be a brother or a buddy. As soon as his ass sat on the stool, there was a burst of crackling and indiscriminate bombardment, boasting all over the world about how beautiful and good it was. However, he was surprised to find that Xiaobai, who once worshipped him as an idol, seemed to have lost interest. After muttering to himself in the field for a long time, except for the occasional reply to him, there was no expression, or even no answer. On the contrary, the two people who looked at each other seemed to be saying something, but they didn't say anything.

Mu Buquan felt very embarrassed and puzzled. Wandering around with nothing to do.

Although time has passed, his ears have become much more leisurely, and his life has regained his freedom, in fact, Mu Buquan is not happy, every day to Chu Yiqi and Tian Yanzi is like facing two woods, the wood that can breathe, he feels very little, but he feels as if he has nothing to say, and what he says is just a spiritual comfort for his lonely self.

He felt very strange, he should be very disgusted with Zhou Yuting's unruliness, he even had Zhou Yuting should not be called Zhou Yuting, should be called Zhou Buxian, just like a naughty boy, not a little leisure. But he found himself also a person who could not relax. He only comforted himself, it's not that a family doesn't enter the door, although he feels that Zhou Yuting is very annoying and noisy, but when he is quiet, he feels how happy and happy he feels.

Watching Chu Yizhang and Tian Yanzi look at each other like wood every day without changing postures, thinking about freedom, boring and boring, but Chu Yiyan and Tian Yanzi took this as happiness. This is the fate of character. Mu Buquan can only return to the rivers and lakes, return to the crazy girl, where can he have his own happiness and pursuit.

In fact, Mu Buquan was just thinking about his own life, completely ignoring Chu Yiquan and Tian Yanzi, but Chu Yiquan and Tian Yanzi were also completely fascinated, and they never remembered that Mu Buquan looked at them, and the corners of the two subtle grass-like mouths were almost breathing.

Brother Chu. Still shocked, it's still incomplete, but now the incompleteness of the wood has given them a good news, the younger brother still has something to do, say goodbye first, and there will be a period later.

Chu Yiyan and Tian Yanzi were very relieved, and personally sent the door of Tianfu's house with incomplete words, and the ceremony trembled for a while to take care and greet.

The figure was gone, a lonely figure, like a lone eagle, also like an orphan, and the shadow left on the ground was only a long shadow, the shadow of a lonely person.

Every scene, every thing, every person is a creator has been properly planned, the high mountains of Sinan are destined to have the birth of great water, one yin and one yang, one thing descends one thing, if you really want to let Mu Buquan replace Chu Yiquan's role to accompany Tian Yanzi, it is destined that they will be a tragedy from the beginning.

Sunshine, blue sky, white clouds, Sinan City.

Crowds, boat flows, inns, Wujiang River.

The sun shone on the body of Mu Buquan Hero, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, shuttling through Sinan City.

The crowds are endless, the boats are one after another, and the inns are noisy, but they are all just on the banks of the Wujiang River.

Mu Buquan was carrying a sword, and he was playing with a small grass, very long blades of grass and grass stems, only in this way Mu Buquan felt that he was still incomplete, otherwise he would not even recognize himself.

Mountain.

All the way up the mountain.

Follow the winding mountain road all the way up.

At that time, it was necessary to climb the mountain, Sinan City was built along the mountain, with the help of the geographical advantage of the mountain, the jagged landing along the towering mountain spiraled up, the road here is irregular, the city is also irregular, and even the trend of the mountain is irregular.

However, Sinan City does not pay attention to the rules, because of the geographical advantage, the slope is flat and the city is built, the slope is steep and the city is beautiful, it is indeed very suitable for amusement. It's just that the amusement is more because of the joy of the people around me, and rarely because of the beauty of the scenery.

Mu Buquan is now in the essence of heaven and earth, but in his eyes, this is a desert, an endless desert, a desert without any feelings, a desert without half a friend, and he is already a sand in the desert of the city.

Beautiful, very seductive, but beautiful, also has a temper.

Even if it's not beautiful, it's actually temperamental.

But a woman's heart is also a tofu heart. Although Mu Buquan knew that deliberately avoiding Zhou Yuting would definitely make her grief and indignation, and even wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

But thinking is just a thought.

It's really a politeness that you're willing to give him three points of apology plus one point. He will give you back a lot of confidence and trust.

Feet grow on a person's body.

But people may not be able to control their feet as they wish.

It's like a moth to a fire, knowing that you can't do it, but you do it. Mu Buquan is also very apologetic, and he also wants to find an appropriate time, a suitable place, and it is best to have a suitable place to excuse Zhou Yuting to win Zhou Yuting's favor in order to earn forgiveness. It's just that even others feel that he is already a walking dead now, but they don't know what conjectures support him and guide him forward.

When he was in a trance, he saw that the plaque with two big characters of Zhou Mansion had been shown in front of him, the plaque was brand new and washed, and the two words of Zhou Mansion were written in block letters on the wooden plaque, the font was thick and sharp, and the words were to see the skill and strength of the master of the plaque.

Of course, Mu Buquan didn't bother to think about this plaque, and even in the past, he wouldn't think about it carefully. But he did stare at the plaque, as if he wanted to memorize the texture of the wooden plaque every day.

He hesitated, pacing back and forth.

After all, I walked in, and the long gallery seemed to be really long.

It's just that Xiuge is closed the door, maybe it's a cover-up.

But there was no sound.

If Zhou Yuting should have a voice, she will not let her mouth sit idle for a moment, just like a person's breathing, only by letting him keep plucking can he prove that this person is still healthy.

But there was no sound.

Yuting, a very soft voice, a voice that pleaded guilty, a voice that apologized for doing something wrong, should be soft.

It's just that no one responded, and not even the echo didn't respond.

Could it be that she went to the city to frolic again, Mu Buquan thought in his heart, or tiptoed to the window of Xiuge, looked inside and looked inside, and then called softly twice, Yuting, Yuting.

It's like a thief entering the house, for fear of disturbing the owner of the house. Mu Buquan was originally a thief, and such a scene should be experienced often, but as guilty as now, it may be the first time to be cautious.

He longed for an angry voice to roar out, or a pair of wax-soled embroidered shoes whizzing past like a poisonous hidden weapon.

But he was disappointed, all the horrific and violent side he thought of did not happen, and this was what he was most afraid of, a person's wound in the skin, maybe a plaster could be cured, if it was already deep into the bone marrow, it was hopeless.

But love is not a pathology, it is even a pathology, it can be a disaster if it does not erupt, and wherever it touches, it will kill and hurt. The more Mu Buquan thought about it, the more scared he became, the more scared he was, the more he wanted to see Zhou Yuting, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to see Zhou Yuting, but the more scared he became.

In fact, he himself doesn't know that in his heart at the moment, maybe it is like thousands of ants who are addicted to heart, and it is also like falling into hell like self-blame and guilt.

Know. She had already pushed open the door of Xiuge, the door was indeed hidden, but there was really no one in the room. The decoration of the pavilion, the order and the rouge gouache that Zhou Yuting wiped her face are still neatly placed very usually. In front of the bronze mirror on the dresser, there is a pair of colored butterflies, golden silk colored butterflies. Mu Buquan's first gift to Zhou Yuting is also a love thing.

He wanted to cry.

He was indeed weeping.

He has wandered the world since he was a child, and he never knew that tears were bitter.

Today he knew.

Facing the bronze mirror, holding a golden silk butterfly in his hand, he wanted to laugh, but he was crying.

He thought of how stupid he had been at that time to exchange gold for gold, and to buy golden silk butterflies with gold. In fact, this golden silk butterfly was bought for her under Zhou Yuting's initiative.

But he is the most precious treasure for him, he has no ancestral treasure of his parents, this is the most precious treasure in his heart. At this moment, he did not decorate Zhou Yuting's hair bun, like a butterfly with folded wings lying quietly on a dresser without spirituality.

He left the door open.

But the wind came uninvited.

He didn't feel the difference between windy and windless, the only thing that touched his heart was that this pair of colorful butterflies who should happily accompany Zhou Yuting were now disgusted and abandoned by their owners.

He felt that his heart was very painful, and he also felt that he was very stupid, why did he dream of Chu Yiliang's life, in fact, Chu Yiliang was no longer the Chu Yiliang he used to be.

Everyone is changing, even the stupid Chu Yijiao knows that he is changing, but he can't, and he will not say goodbye to his beloved. He felt that he was not human, that he was a brute.

Tears blurred Mu Buquan's perspective and confused his mind.

He's a man now.

Are you in pain?

Why are you crying?

Why are you crying in this room?

Mu Buquan couldn't hear a series of questions clearly, and he felt a voice questioning him dimly. It's like a dream.

When he dreamed, he would say in his dreams: the butterfly was no longer flying, and he slowly spit out a sentence while swaying slowly, while throwing this pair of golden silk butterflies in front of him with his hand, like a pair of colorful butterflies dancing.

He didn't know the scene, but the questioner did.

The questioner snuggled up to the door, peering into the room through the half-open and half-closed door. She had lazy strands of hair that were draped all the way to her waistcoat, her hair was very dark, straight, and rich, and there was nothing in her hair, and in front of her hair was a haggard and touching pretty face.

A familiar face, but he didn't know it, but he was focused on the dresser like a lost soul, dancing the golden silk butterfly in his hand.

Two people, one sees the other in consciousness, beautiful, generous, heroic, and has the exclusive stubborn temper of a beautiful woman. The other person looked at the person clearly at the door, lost, heartache, regret, sincere, sincere.

The forest outside the pavilion house, swayed by the wind, projected a terrifying, irregular monster flying around the windows, walls and even the roof of the pavilion, if a casual person would be completely frightened half to death, even the brave would have to have nightmares for days.

But this frightening sight would not have existed in the eyes of these two men.

Actually, they don't exist either.

Now the mood of these two people should be reversed.

A person is lost, fearful, depressed.

A fire of love is burning in a man's heart, and his grief makes her realize the preciousness of her in his life. His decadence made her understand that the prodigal son did not change his money.

Full brother!

Full brother! The crisp and excited voice gradually sounded, resounding in the pavilion and reaching the ears of the decadent.

He didn't look back.

He was in tears.

He was crying.

Turn around, look back like a lazy god, whether this head weighs thousands of pounds, or if the spine that supports the head is rusty and forgot to make butter.

Just like the weather in the Huangmei season, although this is a description of a child, but for the current Mu Daxia is also adapted, and even at this moment he is more than a child and a child, and the child still needs a peanut candy to turn crying into happiness. And Mu Buquan As long as Zhou Yuting appeared beside him, even if there were a few tears of hatred on his face.

What makes him happy is that Zhou Yuting is not sad, she does not shed tears, as long as she is excited, she is full of excitement. But excitement will also shed tears, just the moment Mu Buquan saw Zhou Yuting, when the happiness dried Mu Buquan hung on the tears that kept dripping due to gravity.

She, this beautiful woman who shouldn't be happy, shed tears. Maybe her tear ducts are too shallow, or maybe she has forgotten her hatred and all the memories that shouldn't be remembered. Tears of happiness flowed from her eyes.

Tears are the deepest and most sincere expression of a person's heart.

Mu Buquan, who no longer has tears, is panicked, anxious, and crazy. Only one spoke vigorously; I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

But the tears of the beauty will only flow more violently, just like the water of the Yellow River, which has broken its embankment, flooding and uncontrollable.

Mu Buquan just regretted it, and stretched out his hands vigorously and whipped himself with all his strength, and the red marks continued to repeat on this handsome face.

Zhou Yuting hurriedly pushed open the door, rushed to Mu Buquan's side, grabbed Mu Buquan's hands tightly with both hands, and replied vigorously: It's none of your business, it's none of your business.

The sound of sobbing and shaking made Mu Buquan feel even more guilty, and he continued to beat himself as hard as he could, and then he became a tearful man again.

Although Zhou Yuting grabbed Mu Buquan's hands, her strength was as strong as five or six tenths of Mu Buquan. Yes Ye slowly moved his two hands in the air, rushing towards Mu Buquan's face that had turned into a red-faced Guan Gong, like a slow-motion replay, perhaps a key replay.

The more anxious Mu Buquan is, the more Zhou Yuting can protect her, the more she naturally can't calm down, which leads to the fact that I can't say smoothly that I shed tears because of happiness.

Just a dozen words. Maybe now in Zhou Yuting's mind, these dozen words can't be put together. I don't know how long I've struggled, I don't know how many ears Mu Buquan has slapped himself, maybe both of them are tired, they both stopped, and they just gasped for air.

Finally able to say a word calmly, of course it was Zhou Yuting, Mu Buquan sat on the stool like a wooden man who had lost his mind, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at Zhou Yuting without turning his eyes, staring at a pair of golden silk butterflies.

Why do you want to beat yourself, why can't you let me say a good word, I don't cry because I'm angry, I'm sorry for your sincerity to me, it's been more than ten years, you are the first man to move me to tears, I feel very happy, so happy that I can't control my eyes.

But Mu Buquan just sat and stood like a walking corpse, without expression, without words, because he had almost forgotten to breathe. The only difference was that he leaned weakly on Zhou Yuting's waist and Ala Duojiao.

Maybe he really has no kinetic energy to support his body, or maybe his empty heart can only be comforted and calmed by Zhou Yuting's warm pregnancy.

Zhou Yuting held Mu Quan in both hands like a child who had lost hope, so that he could snuggle comfortably in his arms.

Zhou Yuting's double snail hair, under her beautiful white cheeks, there are still a few slowly flowing tears. She breathed slowly and stood quietly, thinking about nothing, not looking at anything, just putting a pair of arms around Mu Buquan's shoulders, and stroking Mu Buquan's head with both hands.

The sun had already set, Mu Buquan was muttering something in a happy voice, just talking to himself, no one could hear it, and when he saw the small tree on the side of the road, he wanted to shake it lively, and when he heard the squeaky birds, he also wanted to learn excitedly.

On this day, he was in a good mood, taking advantage of the bright sunshine to go to the top of Wanshengtun Mountain alone, which is the commanding height of Sinan City, standing here you can overlook the entire Sinan City, looking at a Wujiang River that flows slowly to the east. The visual range here is very wide, you can see farther, the road here is steep and difficult, but it is also one of the main passages in and out of Sinan City.

A large part of the salt transported by Sinan has to be transported on horseback to remote places that cannot be reached by other water transportation.

It is also a bustling caravan road, and it is naturally a good place for literati and ink writers or idle people like Mu Buquan to let their hearts go.

The mountains began to slowly protrude towards the sky like two backs that stretched for thousands of miles from the place where the Wujiang River flowed, and it was not until here that it gradually became gentle. The mountains here are no longer big mountains, high mountains. More like a separate, irregular, non-patchy, slightly raised breast peak. In it, there is not only the feeling of being higher than the sky, but also the feeling of being higher than the mountain.

The woods are lush and lush, and in the lush woods, all kinds of birdsong are endless. There is no season here, and every day a different flower is blooming and a different flower is withering. There are birds and beasts you want to see all the time, and there are birds and beasts that you are afraid of. There may be gods and demons living here, but there are no beautiful women, or it is difficult to see a woman who is not beautiful.

It is very difficult for a woman to climb such a steep and towering mountain, especially a beautiful woman.

This is a man's world, and the spirit of this sky at the foot of the mountain is also the mind of an ambitious man, so here are all kinds of strange things you don't want to know every day.

Although the rumors are not credible, there are some that you have to believe.

Mu Buquan was in a good mood on this day, and learned that Zhou Yuting had forgiven herself and was moved by herself. He wanted to be alone on the top of this high mountain where the sky was in unison. Also drink a cup of 10,000 people tea at the teahouse at the horse station to moisten your throat.

He was drinking a cup of tea leisurely, and suddenly heard a horseman drinking tea say that someone had recently found a treasure in Hanyi Cave and had fled to Jiangnan to resell.

Exploring the treasures in the Hanyi Cave is exactly the work that Tian Zongding arranged for Mu Buquan, and he heard the messages of these trails. Mu Buquan was not afraid that Tian Zongding would reprimand him. He was just excited that he didn't know what precious treasures in the world were worthy of giving them to Miss Yuting, and now someone had revealed this good news to him, and he even felt very delicious when he drank this bitter coarse tea, and he could drink it so loudly. After drinking the tea, the sun had already set, so he happily jumped down the mountain like a naughty child.

The sunset with a piece of colorful glow hangs nostalgically in the sky.

It is said that the morning glow does not go out, and the evening glow travels thousands of miles. Tomorrow will be another good day.

The blood-red sunset imprinted the heavens and the earth into a golden yellow, and the heavenly pillars in the distance also imprinted a blood-red. Mu Buquan walked on the golden downhill road, his steps were like flying, perhaps the heavens infused him with an explosive internal strength, making his whole body fluttering, and also exuding a golden glow.

The high mountains of ten thousand miles are comparable to the road to the sky, and the way down the mountain is tactfully turned a thousand times along the mountain or left or right. In the extremely steep place of the mountain, it leads straight to the mountain, and it will open a hole in the hard way, and make a dead end, even if the horses walk here, they are a little timid, but the Tiantian project sent by Tian Zongding has not yet been completed, and after the completion of the project, this slightly relieved cliff road can be completely despised.

The god man shrouded by Tianwei naturally walked fast. Mu Buquan is now covered by Tianwei. Like a strong giant grasshopper, one leaps and bounds, and soon disappears on the cliff and dangerous road.

There was also the sound of horses going up and down on the road, and the caravan carrying salt and the caravan returning to the city met occasionally, or stopped to greet each other, or galloped on this dangerous road. I was busy until the arrival of tomorrow, and I didn't see the caravan walking on the dangerous road today.

Tomorrow, of course, you won't be able to see the caravan walking today.

They have passed today, they have become the caravan of tomorrow.

Every day, every year.

Tomorrow's wood is not complete, and it is no longer today's wood is not complete.

He is tomorrow's wood incomplete.

Yes, he is yesterday's wood incompleteness tomorrow.

That is, today's wood is incomplete.