But listening to Sheng Shiyao said again: "It's not the Gu worms you think in your mind, there are no flying Gu worms, these insects should become bees when they grow up, and then lay honey." In the forest behind us, there were many beehives and bee walls. But this unformed larvae are free-range in the grass here, and it is related to the plants here. ”

Hearing him speak like this, I asked suspiciously, "Have you ever been here?" ”

"Didn't I tell you just now, I have explored the terrain since I arrived in the valley, so I naturally came here."

I nodded understandingly, pointed to the green light young bee flying beside me, and asked, "Then these shouldn't sting." He glanced at me, "Have you ever seen a bee sting before it has yet formed?" "Well, when I didn't ask. After making sure that these glowing bugs were not the disgusting Gu worms, interest immediately came up again.

Suddenly I thought of something, Sheng Shiyao had explored the terrain here earlier, and knew that there were this kind of glowing young bees here, and then, he actually brought me here on purpose? I turned my eyes sideways to look at him, and felt a little incredible, Sheng Shiyao actually understands romance?

He seemed to be a little awkward to me, and his words were: "There is no moon, so I can only replace it with this green light bee." I laughed out loud unceremoniously, for such a lame reason! Sheng Shiyao's eyes flashed with annoyance, stretched out his hand to me, I ran away, just shuttling in the green light, the wind blowing my hair, the corners of my mouth grinned to the maximum, and my eyes smiled into crescent moons.

How can I not love this man? Knowing that I had committed a crime for Ying Ning's business, he stubbornly screwed it with him, so he explained everything to me, and specially brought me here, and he always pampered me in his way and in his world.

Behind him, he didn't chase after him, but stood still, quietly watching me laugh and run in the green light. When I was tired of running, I stopped, turned to look at him, and shouted at him on impulse: "Sheng Shiyao!" In the green light, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and soft.

Many nights later, when I thought about him like this, I felt as if he could make the night more dazzling. Maybe it was because there was no moon tonight but there was green "starlight", maybe it was just me and him under such a wonderful and beautiful view, maybe it was because his invisible manly aura was so strong, I stood ten feet away and looked at him, drunk and unlooking.

With such a beautiful scenery, I was reluctant to go back, sitting on the ground, back to back with him, pressing the weight of my whole body on his back, looking up at the green light around me. Sometimes they fly, sometimes they stop, sometimes they huddle together, sometimes they scatter into a little starlight. I have no qualms about saying to those behind me: I like you, all the time. Then he added: I also like some people, when they are occasionally like you, just like Zhou Tong and Liuzi.

At this time, no matter how many love words are not too strong, I just want to express all the thoughts in my heart, and I don't need his response. Of course, if I could hear him say the same thing about liking me, I'd be smiling from ear to ear this night.

After a moment of silence, a light tone slowly rose: "When Qing's long hair reaches to his waist, I will return to the court in triumph." In the past, the horses were free, and they were all young heroes. The eastern capital is beautiful, and the West Lake is misty. Bloody battles in all directions, vowing to guard the mountains and rivers. There should be a day of triumphant return and a good night with Qing. I hope to grow old hand in hand, and I am willing to be with my son. ”

I turned around and asked confusedly, "What are you talking about?" "He rolled his dark eyes and fixed on me," this is a reply to a poem, referring to a love poem written by a young girl to a young man who went away to join the army in ancient times. ”

Love poems? As soon as I heard these two words, my eyes lit up, and I took his hand and asked eagerly, "What kind of love poems are written by young girls?" Will you carry it? He whispered, "Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, how about the general's return?" This gentleman is carefree, how can he expect the mountains and rivers to be bleak. The sky is broken, and the twilight snow is white-headed. Han Jian listened silently to the thunder, and the spear guarded the empty trench alone. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and blew through the corner of the painting overnight. Late visitors from Jiangnan, red rope knotted hair. ”

Is this the poem? But the version I know is: Treat me with long hair and waist, is it okay for a young man to marry me? Wait for you to be green and silky, and you want to make red makeup for ten miles? But he is afraid of long hair and waist, and the young man loves others. Treat you with green silk and smile, and smile at Jun Huai's smile.

When I read out that sentence, I saw that Sheng Shiyao's cheeks were suspiciously red, and he pursed his lips to hide his secret joy, and I remembered that I had seen the last scene of Ying Ning's death in a dream, and Ying Ning said: Master, I have never forgotten your promise to make me my wife. Obviously, in that life, Wu Wang Yao had promised her like this, but the good fate was broken.

Is Sheng Shiyao hinting at this now? I blushed too. The skin was not so thick, so I didn't dare to ask him directly, and after a few glances, I saw that he was looking at me silently, thought about it, and proposed: "Sheng Shiyao, read me some verses like just now." "He can't sing love songs, and the story is just one or two monotonous, and it is not an exaggeration to tactfully ask for a few love poems to match this wonderful night scene.

I saw him contemplate for a moment, and then said uncertainly, "I don't remember very clearly." ”

My eyes were slightly lost, because he remembered the memories of his previous life, and people at that time didn't love to sing poems, and they wanted to listen to him chant a few more love poems, but it seemed that they were disappointed again. Well, he's just a dull man.

Secretly depressed, but his low and beautiful voice came from his ears: "Wait for Qing's long hair to reach his waist, can Xiaosheng return?" The three-life stone is engraved in the present dynasty, and Meng Po asks to know in front of the stall. There is love and old age, and the vicissitudes of youth are just right. The most lovesick is unbearable, and a song is composed of Qin Xiao. Don't dream and tears on the drum strings, the cold wind and the waning moon dawn. Fishing for river guests in a lonely boat, singing the fisherman's night. Wait for the long hair to the waist ......"

The unique voice whispered back to my ears, and I looked at his calm and handsome face, and I was dumbfounded. It turned out that he misunderstood what I meant, thinking that I wanted to listen to the sentence in the style of "treat me with long hair and waist", so he read many versions, including [Drinking Alone Underwater], [Guangcheng Sub-version], [Datong Version] and so on.

Among them, I love the sentence: Treat your long hair to your waist, red plums and white snow fluttering. Lovesickness is better than staying together. Don't wait for the remnant sun to shine in the west, and then show your thoughts. Acquaintance is already an obsession, and love is then heart-to-heart. No matter what the dust is in front of you, I hope the rest of my life will be fine.

This is very much like a portrayal of me and Sheng Shiyao, endless lovesickness is not as good as being together at this moment, the love of the previous life was put down by him, and I was allowed to be a hundred years old without worry and a peaceful life. But I just want to stay with him for a long time, and never leave him.

The night was so beautiful, I tasted the taste of happiness, and my mouth was full of sweetness. nestled in his arms, listened to his various versions of "treat me with long hair to my waist", and asked him to read something else, and he did not refuse my "unreasonable" request. Gently and slowly, I smiled and closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

Before going to bed, I didn't forget to wrap my hands around his waist tightly, because I didn't want to wake up and not see him. I had a beautiful dream that my half-length hair was up to my waist. Then, the red makeup spread out the ten-mile bridge, envying the neighbors and villages; Then, Sheng Shiyao came like a god's mansion, married me, lowered the curtain, and blew a phoenix; Then, the mandarin ducks were warmed ** and stayed together until they were old.

This is a happy spring dream, when I wake up shyly, there is still a sweet smile on the corner of my mouth, imprinted into the dark and clear eyes. He asked, "What dreams did you have?" I feigned a look of recollection, then blinked and said, "I forgot." ”

I can't say that I have a dream, I secretly rejoice in my heart, my dream is a prophetic prophecy, does this mean that one day in the future, my dream will come true? Looking forward to that day. As soon as his brain was hot, his hands circled his neck, and then led his neck up, imprinted a kiss on his soft lips, and said with a smile: "Carve a chapter, you will be mine in the future, don't run." ”

Sheng Shiyao didn't expect me to take the initiative, his expression was slightly stunned, his eyes were as bright as stars, and when he reacted to lean down, I rolled over, broke away from his arms and rolled to the ground, and then got up and stood a meter away from him, regardless of the grass clippings on his body, smiled and bent over. I had a rare opportunity to play tricks on him, and I laughed unscrupulously.

But he was very happy and very sad, and as soon as he dragged him with his big hand, he was dragged into his arms, with a smile in his black eyes, but he threatened on his mouth: "Xiaoxiao, you thief is getting bigger and bigger." "I wasn't afraid of his threats, and I laughed to myself.

Now that he's here with me, he's just a paper tiger, and his cold face and cold eyes don't work for me. I saw him sighing helplessly, and there was a doting in his eyes that couldn't be hidden. After a moment of playing, I looked up at the sky, and it was dawn, but it was still overcast, as if it was going to rain.

The young bees around were gone, thinking that they were all hiding, and the probe looked into the depths of the forest, Sheng Shiyao asked beside him: "Do you want to go in and see the beehive?" I immediately shook my head, "Don't." "When I was a child, I was stung by a wasp, it hurt me for many days, so I have a psychological shadow on the hive, honey is sweet, but it is not good to be stung by a bee, in case of stabbing the honeycomb, then we have to be stung full of head.

He didn't force it, and proposed to go back, although I was a little reluctant to give up this place, but I still nodded. After all, this is in the valley of the Yan tribe, and they should all get up at this time, and if they can't find us, they may be in a hurry again.

Looking at the road, scattered with fog, morning dew covering the treetops, the long path, thinking in his heart, and making a request in a slightly coquettish tone: "Sheng Shiyao, are you carrying me?" He raised his eyebrows and snorted softly, "Xiaoxiao, from last night to now, you have called me by name and surname." There was a black line on his forehead, which was not from the same channel as him, so I changed my words: "Ah Yao." ”

He walked up to me, crouched slightly, and I smiled, climbed on his back, and put my arms around his neck.