Looking around, he saw that there was no one there, and the river was very quiet, so he asked, "Who is driving?" ”

"Come up first, ..." He said, as if he was still tinkering with something inside, ding-ding-dong, and he didn't hear the next sentence clearly for a while.

"Who do you say?" Ghostwind asked again.

"You!" The wind takes a deep breath and calms down!

"Good!" If you're not afraid of death, I'll drive!

Pulling the hem of the skirt and tying it around his waist, he climbed into the carriage neatly, grabbed the reins, and when he sat down, he decisively raised his whip and whipped it on the horse's back.

As soon as the horse was in pain, he raised his front hooves and roared forward, and the speed was so fast that the wind broke out in a cold sweat. However, the first time I drove it, it was really exciting, just like the excitement and fun of driving a sports car!

"What are you doing?" Nangong Yehua, who had already gotten into the carriage, suddenly appeared behind Youfeng, hugged her tightly with one hand, and quickly grabbed the reins with the other.

After waiting in the carriage for a long time, he did not see the little fellow come in, and was about to call her again, but the carriage suddenly ran up, startling him.

When I opened the curtain, I was angry with the crooked figure, can the little guy drive, what if he is thrown out?

"You're getting bolder, who told you to drive the car?" The face of the handsome face was gloomy, and he was no longer elegant and kind in his usual manner, and his angry voice revealed fear.

"I..." Youfeng heard that his tone was wrong, and he seemed to be very angry, so he stopped talking, didn't you say it? Uncle!

The carriage quickly stopped in Nangong Yehua's hands, pulled through the wind, and got into the car, ready to teach this little guy who didn't know the height of the sky or the height of the earth.

didn't think about it, seeing the little guy looking pitiful and afraid of grievances, the anger in his heart couldn't rise anymore.

"Know it's wrong?" Raising his hand and pinching her chin, he said condescendingly and arrogantly.

Youfeng was silent and didn't speak, saying anything, it was obviously not his fault.

"Talk?" Nangong Yehua raised his voice, he always doesn't have a long memory, this time he has to teach a good lesson, he is always on a rampage, and he is not afraid of his own accidents.

Say anything, if you are not willing to help, just say it, there is no need to beat around the bush like this, knowing that to offend the rich man Lin who is known as the gold ingots in the rivers and lakes, the richest man in the West Snow Country and even the world, is extremely bad for the future of his little prince.

For the first time, Youfeng was pinched by his chin and questioned condescendingly, his face was damaged, he was confused, and he began to be irrational!

People who have never understood it all along, now feel as if they know themselves very well, and teach her in the posture of an elder. Even her father never said a word about her, what did he rely on?

Sinking his face, the wind suddenly became angry, and as soon as he opened his hand, he opened his mouth very urgently, "I'm not wrong, why should I admit my mistake!" ”

turned his head, twisted his body, and angrily took the small objects that could be moved in the carriage, and he didn't see what they were, but smashed them directly, crackling and crisp, a bit like porcelain or something.

Nangong Yehua's hand pinching her chin froze in place, and a storm gradually accumulated in her deep peach blossom eyes, and the fire that had just dispersed gathered again.

"What did you say?" Gritting his teeth, he tried very hard to suppress his anger.

The wind didn't answer, only glared at him with those dark eyes dyed with anger, clenched his fists, and then lifted the curtain without saying a word.

It's time for them to calm down! And I shouldn't blindly rely on him and solve everything with him.

"Don't go!" When he reacted, the man had already stepped out of the carriage.

The outstretched hand stopped in mid-air and tightened, it was time for me to reflect and reflect, blindly spoil her, and now I dare to argue with him!

Sitting in the carriage, Nangong Yehua's face was gloomy, his anger gradually subsided, and he wanted to go to her, but his self-esteem ran out again, and every time he asked him to bow his head first, this time he didn't!

Youfeng got out of the carriage and ran straight up, in the past few years of uninterrupted exercise, in addition to not being able to practice the martial arts here, the weakness of the body was finally overcome, and it was a while to run away.

Leaning on a willow tree that had just pulled out a new sprout, he gasped softly, and the anger in his chest was almost gone.

laughed self-deprecatingly, she was really stupid, what did she do so seriously, it was impossible to change the feudal idea of inequality between men and women, and she had to lie to herself!

The willow branches that had just pulled out the new shoots were still very delicate, and the quiet wind saw that there was no one around, so he climbed up the tree neatly, and soon broke a large handful of wicker.

I tied the willow branches, looked up, and found myself running to a flat bridge, and after thinking about it, I went to the mouth of the flood hole left under the bridge.

When I got under the bridge, I found that the bridge was originally a dark river connecting the outside of the city, the Guyi River, and the old stone monument was covered with thick mud, and the handwriting was washed by the river on the bank of the river, but it was still recognizable.

It was still early spring, and the river had not yet accumulated water, only small streams of shallow flow on the riverbed, and occasionally a fish could be seen rolling in the water, stirring up strings of silver waves.

On the other side of the river, there are dark blue farmhouse houses, small houses one after another, arranged very unneatly, but they appear real and friendly, like ink paintings. There was smoke rising from the roof, and it was the host's family making breakfast.

Youfeng sighed softly, put the tied willow branches under his head, lay down, put his hands behind his head, and remembered the experience of going to a western mountain village with his friends to teach and experience life. Those hard and fulfilling, ordinary and happy days are still hard to forget.

But after all, it is a place where you can't realize your dreams, and when you go back to the metropolis where you have lived for nearly 20 years, you don't want to, but when you wake up, it's like this.

What about a world where men are inferior to women? The corners of his lips hooked up a touch of sarcasm, and his heart became more and more determined, only by standing at the top of the world, can he do anything he wants!

"What's laughing?"

A warm male voice suddenly interjected, disrupting Youfeng's thoughts.

Turning his head and raising his lazy eyelids, he saw that it was a young man, about the same age as Nangong Yehua.

The long body is wearing a blue robe and flowing elegantly, and the handsome appearance is heart-pounding, but why is there a long-term sadness under the appearance, faint, it is difficult to notice.

"Why are you grieving?" The wind unconsciously asked.

The man's expression froze, and he looked at her in surprise, for so many years, she was the first person to say what he thought, and her eyes were so sharp!

Looking down at the gurgling Guji River in front of her, for a long time, he asked her in a light tone, "What about you?" ”

Youfeng didn't say anything, but sat up and played with the willow branch in his hand, as if he noticed that something was wrong with what he had just said, and smiled at him and ignored it.