Zao Zao vaguely remembered that Miss and Li Gongzi met on a rainy day, that day she heard a painting of the small guy to communicate that the new painting of the bamboo boy arrived at the store, Miss loves to collect the works of bamboo clothes, the two rushed to the store, just when the dragon saw the head and tail of the bamboo boy engraved his own seal on the painting, the thin body is like a bamboo in the rain, and his font size. The boy in bamboo clothes is called Li Ping, who lives in Xiushui Street, Cheng'an, and is neither a businessman nor a dignitary.

Zao Zao still sighed at the ups and downs of a relationship after all, but he didn't see how sad Miss was, and he was the most ruthless.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon, Song Ting and Zao Zao had a drink account, came out of the elegant seat and was about to go downstairs, a little guy hurriedly ran down from the top floor and hit Song Ting's arm, and rushed down without saying a word of apology, and before his footsteps stopped, he shouted: "The boss lady is not good!" Someone jumped on the top floor! ”

These words fell into Song Ting's ears and gave goosebumps for no reason, she walked down quickly and grabbed the little girl's shoulder, "Who is it?" ”

The little guy was sweating profusely, but his eyes were staring at Song Ting blankly: "I don't know, it's a son, thin and wearing a gray robe." ”

Zao Zao's expression was solemn and dark, "Miss, it won't be ......"

Song Ting immediately picked up his skirt and ran towards the top floor, how old is this grandmother, she jumped off the building for this kind of! Thinking about it, this ancient time has only been here for a few days, and there is a man who died for him! This thing is enough for her to brag about for three or four or five years! The 100-meter sprint speed crossed the crowd that rushed up one after another, and when he came to the top floor, he saw Li Pingsheng standing on the edge of the stand outside the restaurant.

The wind blew the sails of his robe like a raised ship, "Ting'er, our love is over, what are you still doing here?" ”

Song Ting wanted to bite people angrily, this matter was going to be spread to the Li Mansion, knowing that the young master of his family had found a short time for her young age, could he still let her be a rice worm with peace of mind!

"Li Ping, life is not easy, you ...... Don't you ...... Don't do stupid things! Song Tingxin mentioned his throat and eyes, and his speech was intermittent.

Li Ping's eyes were full of desolation, she didn't speak and just looked at her quietly, hiding luck in her heart, maybe Ting'er still loved him, and her eyes couldn't deceive people.

"Miss, what should I do?" Zao Zaogan stood aside and looked at Li Gongzi anxiously, and the people around him surrounded the three floors, talking about the two people who were entangled in front of him.

Passerby A said: "This little girl looks Chunliang, but she didn't expect to be a negative man." ”

Passerby B said: "Poor that amorous son, hey......"

Hey, hey, hey, is this negative guy used to describe her yellow flower girl! It's terrifying......

Song Ting turned his head and whispered a few words in Zao Zao's ear, and Zao Zao immediately nodded and turned around and ran downstairs. Song Ting took a few steps forward as if walking on thin ice, and Li Ping hurriedly stepped back, crying: "Don't come here!" ”

Song Ting stopped and stood in place, and hurriedly raised his hand to comfort him: "Okay, don't go back, just stand there, I have something to say to you." ”

Li Ping sobbed, and her tears fell in the wind and were blown away.

"Li Gongzi, I think I used to love you, but now I don't remember anything, and the doctor said that I may never remember it again, so I can't delay you anymore."

"Maybe it means that there is still a chance to remember me!" Li Ping wailed.

Literati just fucking love to button words!

"Not possibly, absolutely!" Song Ting said loudly: "I won't love you anymore, can't we each live well?" ”

This sentence made Li Ping wipe off the only trace of blood on his face, and his face was like ashes in an instant, since Ting'er said so, what else did he want to live in this world, he had studied hard for more than ten years, and he was abandoned by his beloved woman, he really didn't want to live!

At this moment, suddenly the voice of jujube came from under his feet, "Li Gongzi, look! ”

Li Ping really hit the trick, and when he turned around and lowered his head, Song Ting stepped up with an arrow, stepped on the wooden railing, grabbed his arm and dragged him in with all his might.

Everyone exclaimed that this girl's skills were not enough, but Song Ting's soles were slippery, but he fell out of the building and swooped down like a bird in an arrow.

Yaoxiang Building was built on the bank of the river, and the river wind was blowing so that she couldn't open her eyes, only to feel that the cold and moist air was getting closer and closer to her. It's okay, it's okay, it's good to be water...... When Song Ting's heart was cheering, a sharp pain hit his back, and the hundred bones in his body seemed to be broken, and then there was the sound of something collapsing in his ears.

If it weren't for the fact that the back of her head didn't fall, she would have to get a brain disability to save the beauty this time, how do you feel like she has a soft cushion under her head.

Song Ting opened his eyes, and under the clear blue sky, there were two rows of flying geese passing through the spread of clouds and ...... A handsome face......

How to describe it...... Handsome to the point of running out of words? Burst? Or a crash? Song Ting felt that it was a big regret in life that he didn't learn Chinese well.

Yan Zeyu looked down at the almost stupid woman in her arms with the dazzling brilliance on her back, her eyebrows were trimmed, and her bright eyes were full of frost, "How long do you have to rest on my feet?" ”

Song Tingfang realized that he was out of shape, and hurriedly sat up with the pain of falling apart, looking at the water waves on the river and the broken sunlight and the river bank close at hand, it turned out that he fell on a small boat, not only that, but also collapsed the canopy of the handsome guy in front of him.

She said she was sorry.

"I fell from above." Song Ting scratched his hair bun, very embarrassed, "I'm sorry to smash your ship." ”

"Of course I knew you fell from above." The tone is like Lingbo River water, the cool air gushes out, and the corners of the good-looking mouth are hooked up with sarcasm. Yan Zeyu didn't look at her, just stared at the surface of the water, holding the fishing rod bent into the water, the mottled sunlight falling through the gaps between the layers of leaves reflected on the knuckled hands, which looked like a shallow halo floating in a slender white jade.

This man is just handsome, and he has hands that hook people's hearts, what a loss of conscience! Thinking about it, the heat in his nose rushed, and rushed out with the narrow road.

Yan Zeyu turned his head and saw a certain female idiot staring at the scene of his smiling and nosebleed, he was stunned for a moment, and then there were many bad emotions such as surprise, nausea, and disgust in his chest, and finally turned into a disdainful gaze and said with murderous intent: "Hurry up and get out before this son has a murderous intention!" ”

This ancient killing of people is as casual as splitting a tree branch, she believes that this handsome guy is not joking with her, after all, it is already very face-saving to confiscate the boat breaking fee, Song Tinglisuo got up, took out a handkerchief and wiped the nosebleed shed for the handsome man, looking at the distance from the river bank and saying that it would take some effort to swim.

Song Ting was embarrassed: "Childe, can you row the boat to the shore, I ......" Before he finished speaking, he saw a son-in-law who was like a clear breeze and a clear moon shot murderous again.

Song Ting trembled, and silently squeezed his fist to cover his gaze.

"Thank you, Childe, Childe farewell."

Then he held his breath, jumped into the water, and threw himself towards the river bank.

Zao Zao and Li Ping ran towards this side, and Song Ting was swimming ashore, wringing the water on his clothes.

"Miss, are you alright?" Zao Zao was so frightened that there was no trace of blood on his face, and he trembled with a crying voice. Li Ping was even worse, crying endlessly from beginning to end, which made Song Ting inexplicably anxious.

"Let's go back quickly, it's too cold."

"Song Ting!" This is the first time Li Ping has called her by her name and the last time she has called her, and she is a little decisive, "Goodbye!" ”

Song Ting turned around and looked at his appearance, and finally couldn't make up his mind and said softly: "There is no grass at the end of the world......

Li Ping held back tears and nodded, barely smiling.

Yaoxianglou committed suicide because of love on this day, and the drama of saving the hero in the United States was enough for Mr. Feifenglou to tell the storyteller for ten days and a half, and when the two protagonists left one after the other, the lively people gradually dispersed, and the sensation was like a surging tide and hurried, and it was also hurried.

It returned to the tranquility and tranquility of half an hour ago, and in the afternoon the spring sun rose to the right end, and the falling sunlight shone a thin layer of warmth on the surface of the river.

Yan Zeyu was still sitting on the broken boat, concentrating on fishing, not so much fishing as waiting for someone.

A tree swept away by the wind, and the shadows of black and red clothes swept through the sky and landed steadily on the bow of the ship, and the deep internal force descended like a fallen leaf entering the water.

"Pavilion Master." A clear female voice came from under the mask.

Yan Zeyu tilted his head slightly, his eyes still not leaving the float hanging on the surface of the river, "It's done?" ”

"Yes."

Suddenly, there was a sound of ripples knocking on the surface of the water, and the float began to shake up and down, Yan Zeyu pulled up the rain line, and the fish that was restrained by the hook swung violently, desperately resisting and trying to regain freedom.

"If you are greedy, you will die." A few words overflowed between his lips, which were as thin as leaves, and Yan Zeyu took off the fish and threw it back into the river.

"Let's go back."

"Yes." The woman got up, and at this time Fang noticed the white towel at Yan Zeyu's feet, which was stained with blood, "The pavilion master is injured?" When she came back, she saw that the canopy was broken, and she felt that something was wrong.

Yan Zeyu paused, looked back for some unknown reasons, followed her line of sight, the corners of her mouth twitched faintly, and the disgusting scene reappeared in her mind again.