Nangong Ruochen didn't know what was wrong with him anyway, he just wanted to see her, the first time he saw her was because he was attracted by her natural and unpretentious smile, he wanted to see such a smile, maybe because his life was too dark, so God she appeared in front of him.

Later, when I learned that she was Qingyang's younger sister and was going to Hanmo Academy, I couldn't help but want to see her, and arranged everything for her. Later, after spending some time with her, he found that she was really a very cute and real girl.

Every time I quarrel with her, I see that she can't fight herself, her face is flushed, and she wants to laugh when she pouts her cheeks.

"Hehe, since when did this little girl leave so many memories in my heart?" Nangong Ruochen didn't understand why he was like this, but he felt very happy and satisfied.

In the early morning, everything is new, and the night washes away the turbidity and past of yesterday, bringing freshness to the new day.

After Zheng Qingyue finished her morning exercise, because she didn't have to go to class today, she wandered around the academy aimlessly without anything.

Passing by a poplar in the twilight of spring is the time when the poplar flowers fall, the poplars that fall like snow flutter in the wind for a while and fall gently, a poplar tree under the ground all over the ground falls all over the ground into a piece of white, the flowers are still falling.

Zheng Qingyue, who was dressed in white, stood under the poplar tree, and was covered by the poplar flowers falling from the tree, which just matched her white clothes, and the three thousand green silks were simply tied behind her with a turquoise hairpin. "What a beautiful poplar flower," he said, he used it to catch the falling poplar flower.

"Well, Jingmei and flower beauties are more beautiful, there is no heavy makeup, no gold and silver jewelry, no silk and satin, just a plain coat of silver. It's really beautiful, simple and beautiful. An elegant but masculine voice sounded behind Zheng Qingyue.

Zheng Qingyue turned around and saw a man in pale yellow clothes holding a fan, fanning the wind for a while, with a faint smile on his elegant and handsome face, indescribably graceful.

Zheng Qingyue asked with doubts, "Are you?" ”

"Under Ouyang Yi." Ouyang Yi smiled and said his name.

"Oh, it turns out that you are the one, the famous 'prodigal son' on the rivers and lakes. Hehehe, fortunately, I will be fortunate to be "Zheng Qingyue heard the master talk about the characters on the rivers and lakes when she was learning swordsmanship, and she was most curious about the carefree son in front of her, because he was as free and elegant as a prodigal son, full of curiosity about new things, and liked new inventions with special boldness.

"Hahaha~~~, you little guy is not only cute, the flute is so cute, but the 'prodigal son' is there, how many people can really be free?"

"Uh... Do you know who I am? Zheng Qingyue remembered that she hadn't seen him, and today was the first time she saw him.

"Of course I know, you haven't seen me, maybe you haven't seen me and haven't paid much attention to it, but I've seen you, are you more than the little guy Zheng Qingyue who played the flute last night?" Ouyang Yi answered Zheng Qingyue's doubts.

"Oh, I see. But... Bub? Zheng Qingyue looked at Ouyang Yi with very cute eyes, meaning to say, are you sure you want to call me that? Why does it sound like a critter.

"Why can't you call it that? But you see that you are such a small one, and you are cute, so it is quite appropriate to call you that."

Ouyang Yi looked like it would be a pity if he didn't call it that, and looked at Zheng Qingyue. Zheng Qingyue was speechless, where is she small, she is obviously too tall and too strong, it is not good, although Zheng Qingyue thought so in her heart, but she could only smile and say "Yes"

"Well, the little guy can also call me by my name, Xiaoyao, Ouyang, or just call a single name Yi." Ouyang Yi doesn't have so many rules for salutation, if you have to call it a child, a girl, a young lady, how to do it, if you don't have to call it, how to come.

"Uh... I'll call you Ouyang anyway. Zheng Qingyue thought about it, and it was most convenient to call Ouyang

"Okay, then we will be friends from now on, you are younger than me, you are a sister, you can find me if you need help in the future."