"I dream of Yao, I only love Feng Zimo, I am married from life to life, and I love and love happiness."

She solemnly took the bouquet of peach blossoms.

At this moment, Mint Xiang stood up from the ground, and before he had time to dust off the dirt at his knees, he stepped forward and hugged the Peach Blossom Fairy tightly. At this moment, Da Hei, who had been watching their speech and demeanor, was also happily hissing to the sky to celebrate the marriage of this lovely.

In the ethereal distance, there seemed to be a burst of dog barking one after another, and in order to celebrate together, they all rushed to echo.

Snuggle in the arms of mint.

Meng Yao closed his eyes, and there seemed to be canal water lapping against the embankment in his mind. She really wants to be with her in this life until she grows old, until the day she dies, and if she leaves first, she just wants to die in his arms first. But thinking of the family in the lotus pond, she would rather be strangled to death by mint incense right now.

Die immediately.

Die in the arms of your beloved, with expectations, with beautiful obsessions, or with good memories to be reincarnated. In the next reincarnation, let me remember you, meet you at the right time, get you as soon as possible, have you forever, and the obsession of life and life is only for you.

Therefore, if you want to die, you will simply die in the hands of Zimo.

Somehow, the tears slipped quietly and bounced on the mint-scented breasts, and the shirt was damp. Mint quickly let go of her arm and pushed her away to take a closer look, "What's wrong?" My Peach Blossom Girl. ”

Mengyao's tears rolled.

Shaking his head, tears fell to the ground like pearls.

Perhaps the countless unspeakable tribulations that have been experienced will make you more aware of how precious the years you have now come to know how precious they are. The past is only used to compare the sweetness in front of you, so it's good. Then she smiled again, though stiffly.

Peppermint stepped forward, kissed the eyebrows, kissed the peach blossoms, and kissed the cheeks...... muttered words of comfort, "Say yes, be happy; Say yes, never give up. ”

Meng Yao sobbed, raised his right hand, and bent out his little finger. The peppermint is also stretched out, and the two fingers are hooked together.

At this moment, the peach blossoms on the sideburns are hot again.

Zimo saw it in his eyes.

He muttered, "Maybe this mark is a teardrop left by me in my previous life, no matter how much love I had in my previous life, no matter what I owed, no matter what happened, it must be for this life, and I need to return it to you personally." Maybe it has long been destined in reincarnation, and one of my hearts, floating around and lonely for so long, is all for you. No matter which kiss, the peach blossom sparkles and flickers, as if it has a feeling. And my heart is both warm and inexplicably painful. Do you say that I am your destiny? ”

Meng Yao nodded, his eyes empty, but firmly believing in his words.

Because every time you kiss the peach blossoms, you will feel that there are only peach blossoms, and the heat is incomparable, which really echoes with the outside world. Like 10,000 loose horses, galloping that is ready to come out and can no longer be stopped.

"Heaven and earth are proof, the canal is the evidence, the peach blossom is the evidence, the big black is the evidence, life and life, never give up."

Their fingers are hooked high.

Suddenly, there was a breeze, and the fallen flowers rolled on the land, and a rain of petals drifted in the air. Da Hei sang to the sky, and provoked the echo of his companions in the distance, one after another, cheering for it again.

put down his arms and hugged each other tightly, crying with joy in the sea of flowers.

Laughing and churning enough, they sat down in the shade under the shadow of the flowers. Zimo's skillful hands twisted and twisted those peach blossom branches into a wreath. The branches are twisted, and there are peach blossoms between the gaps. Raise the wreath and put it firmly on Mengyao's head.

"Huh?" Meng Yao opened her peach blossom mouth.

Growing up so big, she never wore a garland. No one has ever pampered themselves so romantically, including when they were children, even their parents have never coaxed their babies so much.

Meng Yao sat on his lap.

The mint ring hugged her enchanting, in this incomparably dense forest, rubbing her cheeks and the wreath on the top of her head, and the warm sun that was not showy, the intoxicating warm wind, and swallowing the fragrance of peach blossoms.

It's a little harder to breathe.

Why did yesterday's symptoms come again? Could it be that you are sick? But she liked the feeling of the sickness, and her body was clinging to the mint.

She wanted to relive the tenderness of last night.

He passed all the elixir over and soaked it in the peach blossom marks on her ears, and it was cool. Gently stroking her back, she couldn't help but twist her limbs. The delicate body is weak and weak, paralyzed and helpless in the arms of mint incense, has he fallen? Is it a bad woman? Because she found that she was deeply in love with indulgence.

But the other party has to be him.

Peppermint leaned against the trunk of the tree, looking at the river in the distance, and her thoughts began to drift away. And she leaned on him warmly, but closed her eyes, as if she was not sleeping.

He hummed the popular song of the world, "I don't get tired of reading you a thousand times, I feel like March, the season of romance, the intoxicating poems, between your eyebrows, the love that locks me, between your lips and teeth, keeps my vows, everything you move, and I look left and right...... Read you a thousand times and don't get tired of it. ”

The dog also snuggled up beside the two of them with the song, shaking its head from side to side, and then gradually squinted its eyes, enjoying the comfort.

The yellow butterflies in the air, they seem to be able to distinguish colors, and they fly up and down around Mengyao, treating her as a flower. One moment to stop on the garland to flap its wings, and the other time to stand on the flowers on the sideburns, for butterflies, it is indeed difficult to distinguish between real and fake.

Mengyao listens to love songs that she has never heard before, happy and lazy in her arms, what kind of warmth should this be? She prayed infinitely in her heart. I hope that the beauty of this moment will solidify as quickly as a thousand years of amber. But the huge shade of the tree moved quickly, and they were basking in the sun in a blink of an eye, and the mint fragrance lifted the sleeves of their shirts and looked at Mengyao's wrists.

"It's almost 9 o'clock, do you want to fly a kite?"

Meng Yao opened his small mouth in horror, "Is there still such an interesting one?" ”

Shun Mint's palm quickly shook it to the side, "Wow." ”

Sure enough.

A round dreamcatcher, with long ears hanging down underneath, looks like a purple orchid on the windowsill that lives in the second cousin's house. But this kite is ten thousand times more gorgeous than the pot of purple orchid, because the peach blossoms on the long spike are full of silk cloth, gorgeous and stiff, under the blowing of the gentle east wind, like the wings of a butterfly fluttering, and it has an indescribable aura.

This kite seems to look better than the garland on the top of the head.

No, the wreath on the top of the head, but it is really woven from flower branches, it will be more natural and sweet. But this garland and kite, I like both. Meng Yao stretched out his jade finger and touched the cloud, and couldn't help but marvel at his skillful hand.

"I really did it, believe it or not?" Zimo looked solemn.

"Of course."

Mengyao blinked mischievously, convinced that at this moment, she seemed to be back to her girlhood, happy and relaxed. The breeze gently brushed through the cheeks.

Finding a fairly spacious place at random, Zimo felt sorry for Mengyao, so he held her shoulders and ordered, "Stand up, don't move, hold it, remember that when I shout to let go, you can let go." ”

Meng Yao nodded.

She held up the kite and saw small words written on the peach blossom slices, "Love you!" "There is also a little heart painted in red, and there is love everywhere. Zimo picked up the spool and ran all the way in the opposite direction. Running a few dozen meters away, he shouted, "Let go." ”

Mengyao was nervous, and the fox asked, "Really?" I, I'm afraid to plant ......"

"Don't be afraid, let go."

Meng Yao closed his eyes hard, braved, and let go, only to see the kite, sure enough, it was suspended not far overhead, did not land, and there was a fluttering sound. Oh, although floating, but the kite just doesn't drill into the sky quickly, Mengyao is so big, it's the first time to fly a kite, occasionally watch others fly, but they have flown into the air at a height of 100 meters.

As for how to put it, I really don't know, let alone experience it.

I saw Zimo adjusting his pace, jogging while pulling the rope, and his thick hair like a spring leek was cut like a knife, showing his graceful style. A smear of black hair on his forehead trembled and floated with the east wind, and a breath of youth came to his face. Especially those eyes, which do not contain any impurities, are clear but bottomless. The contours of the side face are perfect and impeccable, and after being with Meng Yao, a little tenderness is added to his handsomeness.

But when I looked at the whole person from a distance, I suddenly felt that he exuded an inexplicable deterrent power.

Meng Yao stood on his side empty-handed, staring at Zimo's cheeks, savoring his serious and serious appearance, his heart trembled, and he asked his heart repeatedly, and the answers he came up with were the same.

That's love, love.

True love is far from staying at the level of joy at first sight and unchewed, and there is no reckless and rash sloppiness. If you talk about the past and Erxi, it is because you are young and ignorant of the world, and you are arranged by adults, most of them are mistakes, and you are gambling on your life.

And now, after 10 years of marriage, the calcination of the furnace has made her a thoughtful person. And after repeated misfortunes, when you toss and turn in the dead of night and have no sleep, you will also repeatedly scrutinize the description. If she puts aside all the messy external factors, relies on her own mature thinking, and becomes the master of the house and starts over, what kind of husband will she choose?

That must be Zimo.

Seeing that his thick hair was still fluttering, he ran backwards with a shining smile, turned his head and stared at the ebb and flow of the kite.

There is also a big black chase on the side.

When Da Hei first saw the operation of the human gods, it happily ran and jumped with Sahuan, fluttering back and forth. When the kite shook its head and tail and floated up, it decided that it was some kind of new living thing, and it must be something to play with, so it took off into the air and bit it, but no matter what, it just couldn't catch it.

In the end, once again helpless and helpless "hum"......

Zimo in the distance had a shallow smile, a pair of clear and translucent eyes containing infinite attraction, a straight nose bridge, the long eyebrows of the star sword added strength and bookish air to him, and his tall and sturdy figure, with that stunning face, came like a god.

How she looked at it, how she loved it.

Maybe there is nothing wrong with marriage, what is wrong is that you are unladylike, and there is no better choice, but in marriage, you have long lost the right to choose again, and you are not qualified to talk about ifs. Moreover, no matter how many thoughts and fantasies there are, they are just false propositions.

In the past, she was young and ignorant, and according to her parents' knowledge and wishes, she believed that marriage could be redeemed. However, after marriage, the difficult ordinary and violent and humiliating days are not what I expected before the age of 18?

Thinking of this, she shook her head.

can only blame yourself, the marriage of the parents, who will know what the future life of the two will be? What is the style? What will happen? Who will have foresight? Her 10-year step proves that other people's depictions can never replace herself. In that case, she must not be able to be faithful to her marriage! Not to mention swearing to the death.

At that time, I was thinking about it, maybe I was only distracted by the red gauze scarf, clam oil, these simple little bits and pieces. Even if you don't get distracted, you can't think too much about killing you, not to mention that there is a mother to arrange for replacement and oppression?

Take stock of your thinking.

At present, the marriage she feels unsatisfactory for the third time is the shackles.

The first time I had this thought, I overheard it when I was living at my cousin's house, saying that the bad marriage, and the final ending, was either life or death. At that time, she faintly had the idea of divorce, but after all, she was also dazed and cowardly.

The second time is the fourth pregnancy.

On that snowy day, she hugged the chimney to raise the fetus, admired the swaying phoenix tail window flowers, and was in a daze at the purple orchid, the first thought she had. The purple orchid always follows the sun, and its heart is the sunshine. Who is your favorite? Where is he?

Facing Zimo, oh, I finally have an answer.

became more and more bold, and she even had the idea of dissolving her marriage, which she would never dare to do in the past. In the past, I was only immersed in complaining and obedient, helpless to endure, and endless confusion and anxiety. And now, she actually has the idea of divorce in the cracks of her brain, and she doesn't want to stay at the level of just resentment.

I want to execute it, and the execution is far greater than the fantasy.

This thought of divorce is afraid of suddenly remembering it. Because as long as you think about it, sooner or later, it will be like a little gentle wind, quietly squeezing into the gap. After accumulating a certain amount, it will ferment and grow into a storm crashing on the shore and a strong wind.