"Well, okay, let's go, go back." In this way, after Ye Chen heard the shout of Demon Red. Ye Chen, then, immediately turned around and looked at Mo Hong.

Suddenly, at this time, Xia Shiliu was quite depressed. Why? Because, Xia Shiliu still wanted Ye Chen to hug herself for a while. However, at this time, Mo Hong actually came out and disrupted all this. So, Xia Shiliu, how can she not be depressed.

"President Ye Chen." At this time, Mo Jianchen, with Xu Yingluo, also walked towards Ye Chen and Xia Shiliu.

This afternoon, Mo Jianchen and Xu Yingluo almost ate all the fat and juicy fish in the river. Fortunately, Xu Yingluo's appetite is not big. Then, because, Mo Jianchen saw that Xu Yingluo didn't eat it. So, then, Mo Jianchen, didn't eat either. After all, when you eat and eat together, you will feel the flavor of the rice. Eating alone is the loneliest thing.

"Ye Chen." At the same time, immediately after, at this time, Jiang Jiumei and Zhao Dezhu also walked towards the location where Ye Chen and Yan Hanyu were. This afternoon, Jiang Jiumei and Zhao Dezhu, these two people were together, speechless for an afternoon. Perhaps, there may be too much to say. Then, I was speechless. After all, the human mind really can't be understood.

Ye Chen, I saw it, Mo Jianchen, Mo Hong, Xu Yingluo, Jiang Jiumei, Zhao Dezhu. At the same time, at this moment, at this time, Ye Chen, suddenly, suddenly found that only Erha's figure was missing. At this time, Ye Chen began to furrow his eyebrows.

In the depths of Ye Chen's heart, he secretly thought that it was time for dinner, but he was the only one who didn't see Erha. After all, this is not Erha's character. Could it be that at the same time, at this moment, Erha at this time has returned to Su Qishan's house? Perhaps, if that's the case, it makes sense.

Then, Ye Chen didn't think much about it. Immediately, at this time, Ye Chen said to everyone: "Let's go, let's go back." That's what it looks like, Ye Chen took Xia Shiliu's little hand and walked in the forefront. And, Mo Hong, Mo Jianchen, Xu Yingluo, Jiang Jiumei, and Zhao Dezhu were all behind Ye Chen.

Before I knew it, the sky was gradually starting to rain. Just like the Tang Dynasty poet, Wang Jia, made a poem, Spring Rain.

Before the rain, I saw the stamens between the flowers for the first time, and after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves.

The butterfly flew over the wall, but suspected that spring was in the neighbor's house.

It was dark, the moon was hidden, and the dark summer night still had a cold feeling, the night was dark and the wind was high, the leaves on the branches outside the window were hula, and the sound of the swing swayed Su Ling's lonely heart.

A heavy rain during the day cleansed the dusty world, and the pomegranate flowers in May withered one after another, and the ground was red and scattered, allowing the wind and rain to wreak havoc.

The rain left on the roof of the building fell from the thatch in the dark night, falling in a blurred vision, like a bead curtain in a dream, like a distant song ringing in the ears.

The rain drenched Su Ling's mood and chilled Su Ling's emotions, but the lotus flowers in June were pushed out, and a faint fragrance surrounded the elegant poetry lines, blooming lonely in this silent night.

In Su Ling's mind, what Su Ling's heart recalled was the murmur that was far away in the sky, but seemed to be close in front of him, the lonely person who carried Su Ling on his back! With the red of early summer, the green season suddenly came, and the heart was full of worries, beating with the beating of raindrops.

In the face of the former him, the hot words, Su Ling wanted to retreat, but he couldn't help but want to cater to him. is like a lonely lotus in June, although he stands alone in the mud, let the wind and rain wash and ridicule, but he has no regrets.

Tears fell silently, dripping on the green leaves next to them, dripping on this dark night.

Love is beautiful, but it no longer belongs to Su Ling. Su Ling had already told him that he was a fallen leaf after autumn, although there was still a little yellow left, but he was out of touch with beauty, no matter how hard he danced, he never could wear this season of slaughter.

See? Su Ling's pale face flushed and retreated, and his bright eyes were cloudy.

But he said that he didn't care about this, because he understood Su Ling's beauty and despair. He wanted to melt Su Ling's vicissitudes with gentleness, including everything that was painful.

May spring breeze! Dial the tenderness of June.

His call echoed in Su Ling's ears like a clear voice in the valley. His true feelings were like the incense breeze blowing in the lotus pond, waking up Su Ling's long memories, waking up the dreams of girlhood, and tears slipped down, sliding opposite him, sliding into his low murmur.

The rain seemed to be for Su Ling, but it fell again, and the drops of water slipped down like crystal pearls in the night. Like a thin thread of silk, it connects heaven and earth.

Looking at the railing, where is he, stretching out his hand, taking the falling water in the sky, like rain, cutting constantly, cool and refreshing, in this dust floating red dust, like his clean language, like his silent care, sweeping Su Ling's once withered soul.

Night, so quiet! Rain! landed on the ground, turned into a stream and gurgled away in an instant, without the slightest trace, just like Su Ling descended on this huge red dust, leaving no wonderful memory.

But the breeze blew, Su Ling felt the freshness, the freshness with the earth, a fragrance, Su Ling tried his best to absorb, absorb this moment of Huazhang, perhaps, this is the arrangement in the dark, only when I meet you, Su Ling can reveal a little of his own fragrance, only you will appreciate Su Ling's isolated Aoxiang.

Tomorrow, will there be white clouds drifting, there is a place for him, how much Su Ling yearns for it. But it was a mistake to meet him, and to meet the right person at the wrong time was a sigh, maybe Su Ling and him had been like this all their lives. Wandering among thousands of mountains and rivers, he was hurt for Su Ling, and carried all the loneliness and melancholy. Su Ling showed his red face for him and bloomed for him with the brightness of the moment. Smile for him and be busy with his pen.

The so-called Yiren, on the water side, lotus flowers, decorated with windy skirts, wandering with white clouds. I used ink to spread hope, the rain fell without a trace, the tears fell silently, Su Ling chanted his heart into poetry, and sang for him in his dreams.

When Su Ling was thirteen years old, he appeared for the first time. He said that he would definitely come back to marry Su Ling in this life. But after so many years, will he still come to marry Su Ling?

Su Ling didn't know if he was still worthy of him now. Perhaps, he has already soared. Perhaps, he has already married and had children. Perhaps, he is no longer there.

However, so many years have passed. All this, everything, Su Ling, didn't know.