There are also fish coming to join in the fun, thinking why the food is circling at her feet.

Yu Wei retracted his foot with a loud sound, and then slammed his foot on the water, scaring the fish away.

Similarly, the splash of water splashed her head and face, and Zhou Changdong beside her was not spared.

Seeing Zhou Changdong hiding to the side, Yu Wei became interested, and kept pumping water on him with his feet, and Zhou Changdong pretended to be angry and held her naked feet.

"Throw you into the river again!"

Yu smiled slyly, "Are you willing?" ”

As she spoke, Yu Wei looked at her feet, thinking of what happened that night, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her lips curled wider, "After all, you Xiaoxiao Dong likes it." ”

Zhou Changdong: "......"

The words he said in the dead of night, when he took it out at this time, Zhou Changdong only felt panicked.

At that time, she was ashamed of something, but now she dares to take it out and joke.

He pinched her bare feet and glared at her coldly, the threat obvious.

Yu Wei stuck out his tongue, withdrew his foot, and continued to kick the water.

Zhou Changdong touched the temperature of the water, the water was still very cold, and told her:

"Don't play for too long, you're just getting better, don't get cold again."

"Where is it so delicate, you see so many children over there are not afraid of the cold."

Zhou Changdong smiled, "You are not as good as those children." ”

Yu Wei snorted, ignored him and continued to play.

Zhou Changdong rubbed her head, let her play for a while, he also looked at the group of children over there, and thought to himself, when he stabilized in the future, he would have a child with Yu Wei, and he would definitely be so crazy when he played.

Yu Wei looked at Zhou Changdong looking at the distance and lost his mind, thinking that he remembered those unhappy things again, and thought about it for a while before he spoke.

"Do you know which one of my favorite poets is?"

Zhou Changdong was slightly stunned, I don't know why Yu Wei suddenly said this.

Yu Wei didn't ask him, just found a suitable opening question, and followed her and said:

"One of my favorite poets is Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty, and my favorite is not how good his poetry is, but his optimistic and open-minded attitude towards life.

Because he was young and frivolous and ignorant of the world, he said a lot of offending things, and he was repeatedly belittled. If it is a fragile person, it is estimated that it will not be able to stand it for a long time, or it will be worn off the edges and corners and become what others like.

But Su Shi didn't, he drank the strongest wine and lived the most beautiful life. He doesn't care about those officialdom fighting for me, he only cares about his own comfortable life, lives in his own world, and is happy.

was also degraded, Han Yu was full of sadness, and wrote negatively 'Where is the family of Yunheng Qinling, the snow hugs the blue pass and does not move forward, knowing that you should be interested in coming from afar, so as to collect my bone miasma riverside'.

However, Su Shi was demoted to Huangzhou, but he wrote the sentence "a little heroic spirit, a thousand miles of fast wind" in the head of the water tune song, which has been sung so far and is popular among the people. ”

Yu Wei looked at him with a sincere and encouraging look in his eyes.

"Life is long, and there will always be setbacks of one kind or another. Some people may collapse when they encounter setbacks, but some people can rise to the challenge and become more courageous.

There are many of these two kinds of people around us, but I think the latter attitude towards life is the belief that should be adhered to. If you give up when you encounter setbacks, then the world will be filled with negative energy. ”

Zhou Changdong's pair of black eyes always fell on her face, listening to her small mouth talking about the truth of life, the girl's eyes were like paint, and the willows were charming, and there was never a moment like this time, like a sharp feather arrow, shooting straight into his heart.

The bow, in her hand.

Small Theatre:

Yu Wei: biubiubiu, like you shoot the arrow of love.

Zhou: Then I have to shoot back other arrows of love to repay you.

(Ho ho ho, I suspect that someone Zhou is doing yellow!) ）

ps: It's five more, and there's one more, I'm writing, asking for votes, babies, don't you love our son and granddaughter?