The warm sunlight shone on the plump and white forehead of the little noodle melon, and a layer of fine beads of sweat was covered on it.

She looked up with a small face and a serious expression.

Jun Moyan's heart moved slightly: "Okay." ”

"Uncle, let's dig a hole." The two of them came to the back garden with a wine jar in their arms, and found a suitable place to bury the wine jar.

The little white hands of the little melon are all stained with mud.

"Uncle, look up."

Taking advantage of Jun Moyan's head, Xiao Mian Gourd threw the mud in his hand on his handsome face.

"It's bold." Jun Moyan rushed over, dragged the little melon into the pit, picked up her face, and looked at her with a burning look.

Her pale face was stained with mud, her round eyes were like grapes, and her pupils reflected a small microcosm of herself.

His heart moved, and he grabbed her soft lips.

The little melon sighed and fell into his intoxicated love network.

"Uncle, let's ...... We do this in the pit...... It's kind of weird. Gui Yuxi's face was flushed.

"This king doesn't think it's strange, now being in the pit with you reminds me of what it will be like for us to be buried together in a hundred years." Living and dying together is also his wish.

Gui Yuxi suddenly felt a dull pain at the tip of his heart.

Do you live and die together?

"Uncle, let's bury the wine jar quickly." The little melon pushed him.

"Uncle, the longer the wine, the better." Gui Yuxi filled in the soil and stepped on it, Jun Moyan pressed the original stone on it again: "Uncle, we will come back to drink this wine together." ”

"It's a deal."

It's just that, as everyone knows, many years later, things have long been different.

The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn.

The next day, the little noodle melon looked at the scenery of the garden and was amazed.

The fiery red maple leaves fell all over the ground, like a red carpet.

The sky and the earth are red, which is quite romantic.

"Uncle, uncle come out quickly, you see, autumn has arrived." I didn't expect the four seasons of the Drifting Fire Country to be so distinct.

Jun Moyan walked in the courtyard in a white robe, like a beautiful painting.

Uncle, it's so good-looking.

"Uncle, the first day of the beginning of autumn is to stick autumn fat." The small noodle melon ran to the house.

"What are you going for?"

"Uncle, I want to make a meal of meat for you."

"Will you?"

"Don't underestimate me."

Outside the house, there was a thick pile of firewood.

"Uncle, please chop wood, you want a smaller one, a smaller one." Gui Yuxi decided to show his hand today.

"Okay." Jun Moyan pulled over a small stool, picked up the axe and chopped the wood neatly, chopping the thick firewood into strips.

Xiao Mian Guat started his daily patting again: "Uncle, your firewood is really good, the thickness is even, it's really a good craft." ”

"Sycophants."

"Uncle, I'm not a sycophant, what I said is true, look at my sincere big eyes."

Jun Moyan, who had finished chopping firewood, carried the firewood into the kitchen: "What are you doing?" ”

"I'm cutting meat, uncle, I'm going to stew a pot of very fragrant meat for you to eat." The small noodles and melons are not delayed, and they explain while cutting the meat.

"Cut meat? Cut into strips? Jun Moyan was a little helpless when he saw the strips of meat on the chopping board.

"Uncle, you don't understand this." Xiao Mian Gua lifted a thin piece of meat and said, "Skinny meat is easier to eat, and it's not easy to stuff your teeth." ”

"Are you sure you'll still see the meat when you're done stewing?" Jun Moyan was skeptical.

"Why can't you see the meat, uncle, is it you or I who do it?" The little melon milk looked at him fiercely.