This pine forest is not dense, on the contrary, a little sparse, Jia Wei casually forward, strolling through the forest, so walked for a while, suddenly heard the sound of flowing water nearby, did not feel surprised, the waterhole over there can not swim, but there is a place to go, so I looked all the way to the past, to the place, disappointed, it turned out to be a small mountain stream, shallow, some places can not even flood the surface of the feet, can not swim at all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But when I got here, there were a few big stones next to it, the full moon was shining, the water was cool, but there was a bit of Wang Majie's artistic conception of "the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream", Jia Wei didn't want to leave for a while, so he lay down on a big stone and peeled and ate peanuts.

Speaking of which, he was not depressed at this time, obviously he went to the waterhole first, but it turned out that it was the tall woman who was swimming in the waterhole at the moment.

Tall woman, thinking back at the moment, her appearance is absolutely beautiful, although she has a slight look, she has a sense of amazement, even if she usually has Xue Lin and her two daughters eye-catching, this amazing feeling still lingers, but this is second, just contact, what impressed him the most was the unique bearing of the other party, in fact, he saw the moment she opened her clothes, and changed to other women, even if he knew that he was unintentional, he would react somehow, or shy, or angry, or nervous, or uneasy, but she didn't say a word, not angry, indifferent, Just gently peeled it off, as if he didn't want to haunt such a trivial matter, which was quite atmospheric.

Although this woman's slightly cold attitude made him a little helpless, and the kind reminder was also regarded as redundant by the other party, he was still glad that it was such a woman, otherwise this matter would be much more troublesome.

He was curious about the other party, after all, a woman dressed as a man, and such a top beauty, a very special woman, but if he had any thoughts because of this, he was deceiving himself, he was not bored to this extent, casually met a beauty, it was love at first sight, or the thought was in the place, this kind of intersection of Pingshui encounter, after all, is just a moment in life, and the past is over.

Lying on the boulder, the night sky was bright, the starry sky came into view, the full moon in mid-air was magnified, and it seemed to have life, staring at each other, Jia Wei put aside the tall woman, and his thoughts spread.

“…… Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

For a while, Jia Wei muttered in his mouth, and then smiled bitterly, the ghost knows what's going on, he originally wanted to understand Wang Maha's artistic conception, but it turned out to be unconsciously evoked the memories of his previous life.

But since his thoughts have spread, there is no need for him to deliberately hold back, it is rare for him to think about the past so wantonly since he was reborn.

……

"Childe, the little maid was worried that you were playing in the water at night, and I was afraid that there would be an accident...... Now it seems that it is indeed the little maid who is worried too much, and the water nature of the son is like, just like a fish, and it is very ......."

"It's not like you haven't seen me playing in the water, it's just in the daytime, in fact, I haven't played in the water once or twice at night...... Hey, sitting there, I was really bored and panicked, I came out to play in the water, and I took a walk, which was much more comfortable. ”

At this time, on the edge of the pine forest, a tall woman who had already swam and a personal maid Ziyu were slowly pacing into the pine forest.

The two women talked as they walked, and the tall woman who said that she was "much more comfortable" raised her arms and stretched out her waist.

"Childe, the little maid thinks that the poetry meeting is very lively, how can she be so bored?"

"Huh...... It's just what you think, I'm feeling bored. ”

"Oh, the little maid understands, the poem hasn't started yet, so the son is bored!"

"Not really." The tall woman smiled and shook her head, "I didn't want to come tonight, but Yuan Guitar invited me again and again, but it was not a face, heh, speaking of which, since the year before, he invited me to come...... Good poems and good articles, of course I like them, but I don't have to go to a rally just to see these good poems and good articles come out on the spot, really good things will always spread, and they will spread quickly, and the same is true for tonight's poems, if they are really good, they will be able to see them tomorrow...... Ziyu, I have a lot of things, poetry and articles, of course I like them, but in the end, for me, after all, it is a small way, the kind of icing on the cake, for these things, I think it is still not worth my special trip...... But since you like it, it's worth it......"

"Childe...... You're so nice to the little girl. Ziyu blinked, as if she didn't understand these words, and when she heard the last sentence, her face obviously showed a look of emotion, and she stammered a little.

"Gone." The tall woman ignored the other party's touch, patted her cheek, and walked straight forward, and the petite figure behind followed with a grin.

The two of them walked around in the pine forest casually, the tall woman had her hair combed upwards into a high bun, but after going into the water, she accidentally got wet, and when she came up, she kept wearing it, letting the mountain breeze dry, and before her hair dried, she did not plan to go back, and she felt that it was better to walk here than to stay in it, so she unconsciously walked a little deeper.

“…… Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring...... There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking......"

Walking to a big pine tree next to a small stream, I suddenly heard someone chanting poetry, the tall woman and Ziyu were stunned, looked at the past, and looked at each other when they took it back, and each other was even more surprised, and Ziyu's face had a little more funny look.

"Heh, I met this lazy guy again, he obviously walked from that side just now, how could he be here?" Ziyu said with a soft smile.

"Presumably, it's like us, going around and around...... Forget it, don't look at it, let's go. The tall woman said, turning to leave.

"Childe, wait, don't you think the verses he reads are beautiful...... Maybe he'll say a few more words, let's wait here and hear it......" Ziyu didn't follow this time, but pleaded with the tall woman.

The tall woman paused and smiled slightly, Ziyu, the personal maid, was taken in by her in a relief for the victims, when Ziyu was thirteen years old. She took in Ziyu, at first purely for the other party's grandfather, this old man is a practitioner, extraordinary skills, but after the disaster in his hometown, he did not rely on his ability, robbed and stolen, and did something hurtful to the heavens and reason, and some young and strong people and some kung fu victims, have sporadically become bandits or thieves, after coming to the capital, the old man did some short-term work, to support Ziyu, and then became sick and could not work, so he went to her soup kitchen shed to beg for a bowl of rice, she talked to him, and felt respect for the integrity of the old man and the principle of being a man, After the old man left, out of this respect, and in order to appease the old man's spirit in the sky, she took in Ziyu.

Ziyu inherited the old man's kung fu, she is very good, simple, loyal to her, she takes it with her on weekdays, and in her spare time, she also teaches each other to know a few words. Speaking of which, Ziyu is certainly not clever or safe, just cute, but she is one of her favorite maidservants.

Listening to Ziyu's pleading now, the tall woman smiled, "I can hear that this poem is very beautiful, Ziyu, you have grown...... Well, well, let's hear it again. In fact, she didn't want to listen to it anymore, this poem is really beautiful, it has a very special taste, but she is good at self-control, not as easily influenced as Ziyu.

PS: Today is Sunday, there are many things, although the number of words is small, it is still sent first, but I am afraid that everyone will wait.