Chapter 134: Sleeping in a Hug
Only then did the people present gradually fall silent.
Chen Dashan said: "Any unmarried man between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five can rob it, and whoever grabs it will be his person." The little girl is gentle and virtuous, and will serve her husband and be filial to her in-laws. It's just that if you don't meet the conditions, don't grab it, and don't count if you grab it. ”
Shen Li anxiously hoped that she would throw it quickly, so that he could find someone to inquire about Xiyan's whereabouts. He looked at the woman in red, who knew that the woman in red also looked at him with affection, he was embarrassed not to turn his head and avoid this look.
The sound of gongs and drums sounded again, and the crowd boiled again.
The woman in red slowly raised the hydrangea in her hand and threw it vigorously, the hydrangea crossed the crowd and flew towards Shen Li impartially. Shen parted and didn't realize that it was a hydrangea, and the martial arts practitioner felt something coming, and instinctively grabbed it.
"Got it! Got it! ”
The crowd also reached a climax with the hydrangea owner.
"Congratulations, lad." An old woman narrowed her eyes into a slit with joy, patted Shen Li's hand and said.
Only then did Shen Li realize that the thing he picked up casually turned out to be a hydrangea. Looking at the stage again, the woman in red was biting her red lips and looking at him shyly.
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On the trail.
Under a large tree, a man in red fell asleep against the trunk of the tree, his handsome face a little tired. A delicate woman in his arms was asleep, seemingly hungry, and pecked at her fingers in her sleep.
The autumn sun was very warm, and the golden light sprinkled on the two of them, reflecting their skin white and red. The two of them had fallen a lot of leaves, and they had been sleeping here for some time.
These two are Xuanyuan Po and Xiyan. In order to chase Xiyan, Xuanyuan Po didn't close his eyes all night, and after Xiyan fell asleep, he found this place to rest in a little shelter from the wind and rain.
The autumn night is as cold as water, he is afraid of freezing Xiyan so he will protect her in his arms, Xiyan rushed to the road for a day, although he slept for two hours, but he did not sleep at all, at this time he was sleepy, and he was not aware of Xuanyuan Po's movement of her.
Xiyan had a very beautiful dream, in which she was just a little girl, wearing the braid that her mother had combed for her herself, and sleeping sweetly in her mother's arms. But suddenly the fog rose, and it was so white that she couldn't see her mother's face clearly. She wanted to know what her mother really looked like, so she reached out and touched it.
Xiyan groped for her "mother's" face, her skin was smooth, her eyebrows were thick, her nose was straight, and her lips were soft...... I think my mother must be an out-and-out beauty.
Xuanyuan Po woke up when her rough hand reached out, secretly opened one eye, and saw that Xiyan was still asleep, so she didn't move for the time being, and just saw what she was going to do. Who knew that Xiyan became more and more bold, touched his facial features all over the place, and pulled his ears a few times.
He enjoyed being eaten tofu, his eyes were full of smiles, and the corners of his mouth were unconsciously raised.
In the dream, the fog gradually dissipated, Xiyan was happy, she could finally see her mother's appearance clearly, she tried her best to open her eyes wide, thinking that this time she must engrave her mother's voice and appearance deeply in her mind.
Mother...... Hello beautiful......
"Ahh
"Regulus, how could it be you?"
Xiyan stared at Xuanyuan Po in disbelief, this face that made her want to tear apart in her dreams was not Xuanyuan Po, who else could it be?
"You eat this king's tofu quite comfortably." Xuanyuan Po stared at Xiyan seductively, her sexy lips opened and closed when she spoke, and her voice was slightly hoarse but more magnetic when she first woke up. The sunlight shrouded him crystallinely, like a dream, like a poem, making people unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.