"Uncle, you're too worry-free." The little melon patted him on the head.

Turning around, he took the face towel and threw it on him: "Wipe it out." ”

"Uncle, what did you dream about?" Xiao Mian asked curiously.

Jun Moyan's eyes flashed: "It's nothing." ”

"Okay." The little melon shrugged, the uncle didn't want to say it, and she wouldn't be reluctant.

The little melon ran out to set the table.

Jun Moyan lowered his eyes and glanced at the bracelet on his wrist, thoughtful.

Throwing away the dream just now, Jun Moyan walked out in a snow-white middle coat.

The little melon looked at it nymphomaniac, with small pink bubbles in his eyes, and raised his cheeks: "Uncle, you are really handsome, like a fairy." ”

Jun Moyan's head thuded, and he suddenly remembered the dream he had today.

Immortal.

Isn't he a god in his dreams?

"Uncle, come over and eat, this is the special food of the summer cold noodles in the country of flowing fire, it is sweet and sour, especially delicious." Xiao Mian Gua said: "I also deliberately listened to them ice with cold water." ”

Jun Moyan glanced at it.

The wheat white noodles are vigorously plated in the bowl of green and white porcelain, the red persimmon like the sunset is cut in half, rippling with sour juice, the cut white and yellow eggs are like white jade and amber, and the emerald green cucumber shreds are quite appetizing.

He took a bite, and it was not sour, but it made people's appetites broaden.

"Not bad."

"Haha, I knew my uncle would like it."

Xiao Mian Gua ate all the cold noodles and drank all the soup, she sighed comfortably.

"Uncle, my stomach is cold, it's very comfortable, the day after tomorrow is autumn, I'm so happy, I can finally say goodbye to such ghost weather." Gui Yuxi touched his little belly.

"This king will take you back to rest." Jun Moyan got up.

The small noodle melon did not refuse.

Subtly, the relationship between her and her uncle seems to be naturally integrated.

Xiao Mian Gua lay on the bed and was drowsy: "Uncle, it's still hot." ”

"Sleep for a while." Jun Moyan gently fanned her, and wiped the sweat on her forehead with a handkerchief from time to time.

*

When Gui Yuxi woke up, it was already night.

It's the most lively time in the Flowing Fire Country.

She wore a cyan robe, with jade inlaid on her waist, a folding fan in her hand, and her hair hung on the back of her head, like a handsome and free little boy.

"Uncle, let's go out and visit the night market." At the end of summer, the night is not so hot and unbearable, and occasionally a hint of cool breeze blows out to make people comfortable.

The night market is brightly lit.

The pleasure boat wanders on the vast sea, lanterns are hung on both sides, many people chant poems on it, and the sound of singing and laughing comes out from time to time.

"Uncle, there's a lot of excitement ahead." The small noodle melon squeezed forward desperately.

There are a lot of people at night, all of them are night owls, Jun Moyan was afraid that she would get lost with herself, so she held her hand tightly throughout the whole process.

In front of a stall, red lanterns swayed gently in the wind.

Stacks of books lay in front of the poplar desk.

Behind the table sat a man wearing a snow-white bamboo pattern Jiao gauze robe, with jet-black hair in a high bun on the top of his head, set in a delicate white jade crown, two fairy white crown bands hanging down on both sides of the jade crown, apricot eyes are bright, the bridge of the nose is high, and the lips are thin, which is a kind of warm handsomeness.

It gives a very comfortable feeling.

Xiao Miangua's eyes couldn't help but look straight: "What are these books for?" ”