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Take a shower and don't know each other?

Ziyou can only be helpless. "Miss Yiyi is really a noble person, so forgetful."

Zhao Yiyi looked at Ziyou, always felt that the voice was a little familiar, and noticed the small rice beside him, and suddenly realized that he lost his voice. "You're Ziyou's son! And the little girl with little rice! ”

Finally recognized.

Xiaofan is very introverted, and except for Ziyou, he ignores everyone...... When Ziyou was talking to others, he looked around.

Zhao Yiyi also glanced at the little rice, then withdrew her gaze, looked at Ziyou carefully, and felt inexplicably funny about Ziyou's dress and appearance, and covered her mouth. "Forgive the little woman for being rude, it's really because Ziyou Gongzi has changed too much, the little woman didn't recognize Ziyou Gongzi immediately, and I hope Ziyou Gongzi will forgive me."

Azusa You's eyes widened as she listened, and she parted the long hair that covered her eyes to one side. Said in a surprised tone. "It's really a big change! Isn't it...... Hopelessly handsome? ”

Zhao Yiyi was amused again, Ziyou Gongzi was really narcissistic, and couldn't help but quip. "Yes, Ziyou Gongzi is more handsome than flowers."

It's more beautiful than flowers, is there such a metaphor for men? Ziyou disagreed, and said in his strange language that combines modern and ancient. "What Miss Yiyi said is that compared with ordinary flowers, this son will definitely explode, but if it is compared with a certain flower, it is still ashamed."

The rather narcissistic Ziyou Gongzi actually has times when he is ashamed of himself, which makes Zhao Yiyi curious, and then asked. "What kind of flower is Childe?"

Lotus? Of course not.

Ziyou shook his head, he wanted to say, it's you, the delicate flower, but this is a bit inferior, which is not in line with Ziyou's perfect obsessive-compulsive character, think about it or give up.

"Oh, the flower? I accidentally forgot the name. ”

Hey, both women looked disdainful.

"Master Ziyou, where are you going?"

"Let's go down to the restaurant, do you want to go with Miss Yiyi? Thank you for doing me a lot. This is true, although Ziyou unceremoniously accepted Zhao Yiyi's kindness and rented the house at a monthly rent of two cents, but Ziyou still knew about Entu in his heart...... Please have a meal, and you won't miss that pair of chopsticks.

"I'm afraid that the little girl will live up to the kindness of Ziyou Gongzi, and the family has already prepared a stove to cook, so ......" Zhao Yiyi politely declined.

Ziyou is not a person who is difficult for a strong man, whether it is a true prevarication or a fake prevarication, Ziyou is lazy to invite for the second time, and said casually. "In that case, then Ben Gongzi will take his leave."

Unconsciously, Ziyou's self-proclaimed son has become his son, which is mostly due to Zhao Yiyi.

Ziyou raised his feet and was just about to leave, when he suddenly thought of something, and smiled at Zhao Yiyi again. "I suddenly remembered the flower that was more beautiful than me...... What spent. ”

"Childe, please tell me ......"

Ziyou smiled, then retracted his expression and coughed lightly. "This flower is really unusual, guess what."

"But the flower of the fairy?"

"No, no, no, although it is a mortal flower, it is better than a fairy flower."

"That's ......," Zhao Yiyi thought. With her knowledge, it was hard to guess. "The little woman is too stupid to guess."

"The name of the flower is ...... Interpretive flowers. ”

"Interpretation flowers? Talking flowers? How can there be a talking tweed in the world, Ziyou Gongzi? Zhao Yiyi wondered.

Ziyou smiled and said nothing, staring at the green Luo skirt on Zhao Yiyi's body, and groaned.

"Plain hands and green faces,

The willow waist is drunk and green.

Suddenly I heard that the flowers were gone,

Only for the interpretation of the flowers. ”

At first, Zhao Yiyi was unaware.

But when she saw Ziyou staring at her green Luo skirt and saying that she was drunk with green weaving, her expression froze.

Until the last sentence, "When the flowers bloom for the explanation." Zhao Yiyi understood that the so-called interpretation of the flower can speak...... It's a woman.

Although Zhao Yiyi is not as narcissistic as Ziyou, she can also hear that this poem is a poem that praises her good looks, and the choice of words and sentences is quite exquisite, the writing is gorgeous, and she is described like a fairy, Zhao Yiyi is a woman after all, and she couldn't help but lower her head and blushed in shame.

My heart was really touched.

"Ziyou Gongzi ......" After a long time, Zhao Yiyi raised his head again, but Ziyou had already left here with small rice.

only left a back for Zhao Yiyi.

Zhao Yiyi sighed wistfully, then turned around and continued to busy himself with his own affairs. Because of Ziyou's order, she needed to cut the right size of cloth for sewing, and she was also busy with these before Ziyou said hello.

Although Zhao Yiyi was holding scissors, she was cutting cloth. But I was thinking about the poem just now.

Originally, there were not many men she could come into contact with, let alone someone would send her poems praising her like this, so after this incident, it set off a lot of waves in Zhao Yiyi's heart.

Perhaps because of the dichotomy of the mind, with a hiss, the scissors drew an irregular route, deviating from the originally drawn route, and scrapped this section of cloth.

She was a tailor...... Mistakes are rare.

Zhao Yiyi looked at the piece of waste cloth, silently in a daze, thought for a while, put down the cloth and scissors, and walked towards the counter.

Daddy Zhao dozed off behind the counter.

Zhao Yiyi carefully took out a pen and paper and began to write something, what to write? It was the poem that Ziyou read to her just now.

It's just that halfway through writing, Daddy Zhao still woke up, and the old eyes looked at Zhao Yiyi suspiciously. "Yiyi, what are you doing?"

Zhao Yiyi trembled, her face blushed, after all, this poem was a poem given to her by Ziyou. Let Daddy Zhao see it, but he didn't know how to explain it, which made Zhao Yiyi unbearable, and just wanted to cover the half-written poem, so as not to find it, but Daddy Zhao found it, but he still calmed down, picked up the pen again, and continued to transcribe the poems in his mind as if no one was around.

The mind is full of this poem, if you don't write it, it's really uncomfortable, and if such a poem is forgotten, wouldn't it be a pity, with such a thought, Zhao Yiyi looked at Zhao's father, and also wanted to transcribe this poem.

Father Zhao was very strange, he saw that Zhao Yiyi was busy writing instead of speaking, he stood up and walked to Zhao Yiyi's side curiously, he wanted to see what Zhao Yiyi was writing...... It's still so sneaky.

"Plain hands, green faces, rhino teeth." Boss Zhao's father read it out. "Yiyi, where did you pick up the poems from? I love it, don't you? ”

Zhao Yiyi...... After writing the last word, he nodded, and then stared at the seven-word quatrain on the paper, secretly distracted.

"Willow waist is drunk and green weaving......," Father Zhao read again, but he didn't know if he understood it.

"What does this poem mean?" Daddy Zhao doesn't like poetry, and he really can't understand the connotation of this poem.

Zhao Yiyi was fascinated and explained unconsciously. "A woman, she has jade hands, a delicate face, and her white teeth are arranged neatly like gourds."

"Her waist swayed like a willow, graceful and light, and her green dress swayed as if she was drunk when she walked."

"All of a sudden, all the beautiful flowers were dull and lost their color."

"Just because the woman appeared in front of the flowers."

The so-called talking flower is another way of saying a beautiful woman, and in connection with the meaning of the whole poem, the most beautiful flower refers to Zhao Yiyi.

After Zhao Yiyi finished reading, she came back to her senses and saw Daddy Zhao's intoxicated appearance.

"How beautiful that woman should be, I just don't know how beautiful my family is." Daddy Zhao said.

It can be seen that Zhao Yiyi's father has not fully understood the meaning of this poem. Zhao Yiyi naturally explained shyly, she couldn't help but say the meaning of the poem, and she was completely intoxicated.

"Huh...... Yiyi, isn't this our family's account book, how can you ......" The place where Zhao Yiyi transcribed the poems was not the account book, which reminded Zhao Yiyi of the previous scene when Ziyou used to take their family's account book and calligraphy at will.

It was mostly because of Ziyou's prompt that Zhao Yiyi subconsciously wrote it in the account book.

Zhao Yiyi didn't answer, but tore off the piece of paper with the poem written on it from the account book, received it in the cuff, and then took small steps and walked towards the cloth.

She was going to continue to cut cloth, but this time she cut the cloth, Zhao Yiyi was extra careful.

I was afraid that the sharp scissors would cut her left cuff, although such a thing had never happened.

"What the hell is going on with Yiyi?" Father Zhao looked at Zhao Yiyi's weird appearance, shook his head again and again, and finally returned to the back of the counter and continued to doze off with him...... In his sleep, there is an aunt with a fat buttocks...... was smiling at him and beckoning, but Daddy Zhao drooled and pounced without hesitation......