The sweet and sour taste, with a 18-degree aroma of wine, makes people "can't let go" and can't stop, so that Luo Yi is greedy for a cup accidentally.

The drunken wine came in, Luo Yi's delicate little face, and the peach blossoms blooming in March were beautiful.

With a little dizziness, Luo Yi washed the dishes and chopsticks, picked up his backpack and followed his aunt with Mu Danchen, and came to the west of the small courtyard, where there was a guest room specially reserved for guests.

The guest room where Mu Danchen and Luo Yi live is only separated by a wall, and of course it is Mu Danchen who lives outside, and Luo Yi who lives inside.

Opening Luo Yi's door, Aunt went straight to the three-door wardrobe by the wall, she took out a neatly folded small blue floral bed sheet from it, spread it out on a clean and simple wooden bed, and looked at Luo Yi with a peach pink face, she smiled very happily:

"Xiao Luo, the guest room is simpler, don't dislike it."

Loy leaned over to sort out the corner of the plain sheets.

"It's okay aunt, it's better to keep it simple, I like simplicity, and I like it here."

Luo Yi's sincere words made Mu Danchen, who had just put his backpack and walked into the door, so happy that his heart bloomed, and also made the traces of time on his aunt's face stretch into a flower.

"It's good to like it, it's good to like it. In the future, when you are free, you and Xiao Mudo will go around, as if this is your own home. ”

The aunt touched Luo Yi's head lovingly, then turned around and took out the quilt and pillow from the cabinet.

She's an old woman, the more she looks at Xiaoluo's daughter, the more she likes it.

This girl is not only beautiful, neat and neat, but also very sensible and polite, and knows how to think about others. Judging from the relationship between them picking vegetables and cooking just now, her temper is quite gentle and considerate.

Ouch, these little girls nowadays are rarely so perfect.

Looking at Luo Yi's shallow smile, she really felt that she liked this girl very much.

Putting down the quilt and pillow, her still bright head, she remembered the beans that Mu Danchen brought five years ago. That's really incomparable, it's really Xiao Luo's girl who is so perfect that she has no thorns.

The aunt raised her eyes and glanced at Mu Danchen, who stepped forward to help, and she was secretly thinking in her heart.

This handsome young man had been here two years ago, and although the smile on his face was as bright that time, she always felt that he was less popular, and it made people feel that he was wearing a mask and was unreal.

At that time, he was here to accompany the two of them to chatter, but the loneliness and gloomy sadness that he often unconsciously revealed still made them, who were deaf and clear-sighted, feel that he was suffering from emotional pain.

This time it's good, after two years of not seeing each other, he brought a beautiful and sensible girl to see them.

According to her meticulous eyes, the young man's eyes when he looked at this girl were as fiery as the sea.

Whether she is looking left and right, or looking up and down, she is very sure that this young man Xiao Mu loves this girl.

As for this girl, although it is not as hot as this young man's emotions, judging from the soft words between the girl and the young man, they still have a good chance to come together.

Oh, she, the old woman and old man who love to worry about it, can really let go of the stone hanging in her heart.

After a moment of contemplation, Luo Yi's bed was quickly laid out by Mu Danchen, and her aunt's clear eyes flashed:

"Xiao Luo, you're tired from the journey, hurry up and have a good rest."

So saying, she walked out without lingering.

Mu Danchen stroked his palm and smiled warmly:

"Good afternoon, Roy."

"Good afternoon."

Under Mu Danchen's gentle gaze, Luo Yi slowly closed the door.

"Xiao Mu, I'll bring you a quilt and a pillow."

Auntie's voice, which was obviously lowered, came from the next room.

"No need Auntie, I'll come by myself, you can go and rest quickly."

Mu Danchen nudged his aunt out of the door and sent away the old man who insisted on helping.

When he returned to the house, he made the bed, took out the soft quilt and pillow from the cupboard, and lay down on the bed.

Lying on a simple wooden bed, pillows with a faint smell of wheat, he turned sideways to face the snow-white wall that separated him and Loy, and a warm smile slowly appeared on the corners of his lips.

The beds in the rooms are placed next to each other, so their beds are close to the wall.

Staring at the snow-white wall in front of him, his eyes seemed to penetrate its thickness, and he saw the petite figure that haunted him, and his whole body was relaxed on the bed.

Her black hair like black jade, draped on a white pillow, beautiful big eyes gently closed, long curly eyelashes fluttering occasionally, a watery hibiscus-like face, blurred pink luster, petal-like red lips, bent a faint smile, at this moment, she is having a sweet dream.

Gradually, deepening the gentle smile on his lips, Mu Danchen slowly stretched out his slender index finger and gently touched the snow-white wall, slowly and delicately drawing on it, every stroke and stroke.

This is her long hair that is as soft as a waterfall, this is her beautiful eyes that make him fall in love, this is her straight little upturned nose, this is her silky pink cheeks, this is the lip flap that she makes him want to kiss Fangshi, this is her slightly stubborn slightly raised chin

Mu Danchen used love as ink and fingers as pens, and traced on the snow-white wall with tenderness, describing the girl who had already lived in his heart, the girl who was rubbed into his bones by him.

Her beautiful and elegant face appeared on the wall, and he opened a warm smile to her that was spoiled to the extreme, and whispered tenderly:

"Good afternoon, Lolo."

Yes, Lolo, it's his affectionate name for her.

He hoped that he could call this name that belonged to him and her with love to her, and he hoped that his wish could be fulfilled soon, soon.

Because, this is his exclusive patent, full of his infinite love for her.

The smile on his lips could not fade away, and he gently closed his eyes, which seemed to be overflowing tenderly, and gradually fell into a sweet sleep with her.

The afternoon sun is extraordinarily calm and peaceful, it has a warm and jade-like brilliance, neither publicity, nor noise, it carries the omitted glitz, the precipitation of calmness, but also highlights the simplicity and comfort of this moment.

The splendor that gradually climbed up the window lattice left a mottled projection on the ground, warming the two people separated by a wall, and also warming every floating dust flying in the light.

That warmth, holiness, peace, and tranquility swept away all sorrow and sorrow, darkness and gloom.

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