Spring. Suddenly there was a very obvious sound of tree branches shaking above the top of the bridge.

Startled a thirty-year-old woman. Pointed. called., many people in front of them began to talk about it, and the crowd became lively.

When Wu Xuan looked over with many people on the bridge, he saw that the dense branches stretching out from the side of the road on the left side to the center of the road were being trampled downward.

"Huang. Rat. Wolf. Someone said that it jumped from the big poplar tree on the right to the other tree on the right.

It was so dense that it was layered on top of each other, and it was covered with green leaves by the bottom clump. Coarse. The branches blocked most of it.

A group of people stopped, and the laughter of several women in front of them was heard.

Let Zhu Jia, who had just walked to the bridge a little bit, see it scurrying to another tree, and quickly startled the bushes to go up, and there was a sound of swaying.

Although the time was very short, suddenly this moment of excitement, he felt more ripples in his heart, as if he was suddenly more wonderful in a peaceful life.

Wu Xuan estimated that she had the same mentality as him, and when the crowd moved forward again, she obviously had a smile on her face.

"It's quite joyful, Zhu Jia, you said that if there is a drone above us now, this long bridge is all buried under the green trees, and it is estimated that no one can be seen." She said.

"Walking on this path in the fall should be the most feeling." He said that the shaded area under the tree was comfortable to walk on.

"Isn't it now, do you feel that it is not hot all of a sudden, the breeze is blowing, hey, what is it called?" She breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes for a moment, as if she felt good, "It's a little feeling." ”

Her gaze rested on the stone tablet in the Chunxiao Pavilion, several languages, and the other four people standing there with her and a few tourists.

He didn't leave for a while, maybe because he cared about this group of people very much, Wu Xuan would glance at Zhu Jia's face as soon as he saw them.

With ridicule in his eyes, he may think, why is he hiding it so well, he still looks very plain, and his facial features and height are just right for the appearance of the male god in this era, and he has some temperament. Person.

It was when he told her that he showed this side so easily.

The tourists in front of him watched it for about ten seconds and left, and Zhu Jia got closer and heard it. Tasteless. Powder. Hue. The girl in the long sweater and the woman in the black Luo Qun next to her chatted about the above content.

The little chubby girl in the white coat next to her wanted to pull the other two boys forward, talking non-stop, looking at the colorful cat-faced flowers on the grass from time to time, and then turning to the small one in the middle of another bush that resembles a sunflower. Chick. Chrysanthemum.

She leaned in and sniffed it. Tasteless. Light. Clear. incense, and I don't think it's the smell of the tulips next to it.

Does she remember that this kind of flower seems to be seen most in March in her home in the north, and now there is one?

I couldn't hear the specific content clearly, but I could only feel that the voice was a little curling, which covered her. Speak softly. Sound. Whispered. Beauty. Beautiful. Woman. Child. of gas. Quality.

She had been standing here for a long time, probably not even knowing that there was a boy behind her. Melt. Enter. In the painting, it adds a bit of charm.

As he walked by, he glanced at the group of them again, about three or four years old, very good. Beat. Dressed up, obviously more than the graduate school., tender., on some.

The waves of Lake Siri are calmer, and the pebbles on the shore of the lake reach the soles of your shoes and pass to your feet. Light. Soft. Target. Sour., cool.

Wu Xuan saw the empty bench near the lake, and said to Zhu Jia with a happy face: "There is finally an empty seat, no, I want to have a good rest here, no one can let me go." ”

She obviously told the person next to her who kept walking.

"Don't you think the sun is shining a little bit?" He asked.

Sunlight. Bright. Flatter. The sky, the sky that is far away in that direction is only a faint one. Fly. Yes. Locus.

He looked at the time, and in his mind he didn't feel how far he had gone, and more than forty minutes had passed. Dip. in. Noodles, stop-and-go, it's already a little more.

It is projected unscrupulously from the slope of the river, and it is a little bit to walk on this road for a while. Bask. A layer appeared on the head. False. Sweat.

However, the surface of the river was clear and almost at the bottom of the ditch, and a white gull skimmed over the lake and flew diagonally diagonally to the left front.

She. Narrow. Looking at the past, I also feel that this situation and this scene can be found for a short time, and I can also find a different beauty, at least there is still a group of rowers on the West Lake.

She walked straight over, some distance away, and looked back again, and sure enough, the couple who came over. Companion. Sit. up.

"Look, there's no one. Sit. Do you know how tired I am, raw. Not. Can. Love. Do you know? "She's a little angry. Urgent. Make move. Elegant. eyebrows, slightly bowed head.

"I can't sit still, you see people are up again, wait a while and we'll find a place on the left." He said, just turning his head sideways, and there was a thorn in the afterglow. The white light of the eye.