"What? Isn't it called sister? How did you change it?" Heng stood up in surprise, is there still a master who has gone back on his word?

"Hmph, who told you to be smart, play tricks, and learn to bark. The girl snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"This, beauty, can you have a discussion, I will also tell you my name, and we will be even. Heng asked in a low voice, a little regretting his frivolity, calling my sister is nothing, but now it's good, I annoyed the beauty, and the situation is a little bad.

"Otherwise, I'll call my sister now. After Heng finished speaking, he opened his throat and shouted, sister, sister, sister Ziyi,......

The sound echoed through the mountains, answering him was the rustle of leaves, the harsh sound of the mountain wind whirring, and the lazy squinting of the sun.

"Sister, beautiful sister, beautiful sister, beautiful sister Ziyi, beautiful Ziyi......" Heng was in a hurry, all kinds of wonderful titles were added indiscriminately, expecting the beauty to be able to respond to him, it was really not fun to be trapped here alone.

In essence, Heng is still a child, and everything he does has a child's heart. Entered the White Tiger Gate as a handyman, and lived a life of subordinates every day, but also played, just curious. In his eyes, everything is just play, fun, so he can use fatigue to forget the unforgettable person he admires. I was able to meet strangers in the deep mountains and forests and play a lot.,Without any scheming, it's like messing around with family.。

But now, the game can't be played, and what children are most afraid of is a one-man show, the most afraid is that no one cares about it, and the most afraid is not being taken seriously. So when he was trapped in the "cage" and no one took care of him, he immediately panicked, not afraid, but panicked, bored, and most importantly, afraid of loneliness, lonely, and lonely, alone.

So, he had to end the game alone and find other happiness alone. Fortunately, Heng has always been a smart person and a person who is easily satisfied, and he soon discovered that the fan in his hand could write as a pen, and it was very smooth.

So, he began to crouch down and began to write. One will be the dragon flying and the phoenix will dance, one will be scribbling, and one will be neat. Line calligraphy, regular script, cursive script, only three words, Xiao Ziyi, write back and forth, write seriously, not sloppy at all.

The girl's voice didn't sound again, and the surroundings began to slowly fall silent. So his time passed very quickly, and the words on the ground appeared, smoothed, reappeared, and smoothed again. Repeatedly, repeatedly, and so on, and so on, and so on, and again He is full of interest, his mind is turbulent, his brushwork is sometimes bold, there is a domineering edge in the world, sometimes like a trickle of water, soft and tactful comic poetry and painting.

He wrote, happy, and the girl didn't bother him anymore, as if she was also gagging her breath with him, playing with her pettiness. It's like an awkward little lover, naughty stalemate, all looking at who can't hold their breath first and who gives in to each other first.

So, as the sky slowly darkened, a white bead rose into the sky from another hill and shone softly, resisting the darkness from this side of the world. When I felt a little hungry that day, I could reach out and get the fragrant barbecue and chew it in a big gulp. When he is thirsty, there is naturally a cool spring water pouring into his mouth. When the sun is shining in the sky, there will naturally be a cool breath to resist the scorching heat.

So, he was writing on the first day, he was writing on the second day, and he was writing on the third day. Never stop writing, except for eating and drinking. Every day he was served with a variety of delicacies, lukewarm, and extremely comfortable. So he didn't sleep and wrote tirelessly.

"Miss, do you really want to spend time with him? I think he can write, it's been three days. On another hill, in the brown pavilion, a pretty girl asked in a low voice.

"Hmph, I'm going to see how long he can last?" In the middle of the pavilion, on the round stone table, there was a girl sitting cross-legged, purple clothes, purple veil, shrouded in purple curtains, and a graceful figure could be faintly seen.

"But miss, aren't you tired? I've been sitting for three days, and my legs are sore. The maid's concerned greetings, I have never seen the young lady so childlike, and she actually got angry with an unknown person.

"Don't worry about it, just remember to bring him food and drink every day. I'm going to see who can make it to the end. The girl in purple said proudly.

"Yes, miss. The maid was a little aggrieved, but she still didn't disobey her order, but it was really uncomfortable to think that the foodie had to eat the food she had carefully prepared every day, and to be spit out by the wolf he devoured.

It turned out that three days ago, the girl wanted to tease the guy, hoping that he would let him go after calling his sister a few more times. Unexpectedly, the guy worked hard for less than an hour, so he gave up his efforts and practiced calligraphy there by himself, and he was very leisurely, where he had the slightest consciousness of being a prisoner.

Of course, the girl was furious, the first time someone fought against her, the first time someone was so calm under her own pressure, the first time someone did not act according to her own routine. So, the girl was irritated, rejoiced, and the arrogance returned. I decided to teach this guy a lesson in person, and give him a little color to see who is the best.

So, therefore, she deliberately wants to compare herself with this kid and fight to the death. So, she decided to fight him to the end, and before this kid stopped writing, she would never get off the stone table to see who could hold on to the end.

Of course, the girl Zi'er immediately objected to her willfulness, and resolutely suggested that she not be as knowledgeable as that silly boy, raise her noble hand, and let go of the helpless guy. However, once she decided, she was on the rise, how could Zi'er dissuade her will.

So, two young people who didn't know each other riveted and fought. One is trapped in a cage, comfortable and contented, and the wolf is swaying with ink, and the other is trapped in a cage, with a resolute will to sit quietly, towering to the sky. Whoever dies the deer, who is higher and who is lower, has secretly started a battle. It's just that one of the two parties is completely unaware that he is on the battlefield, and the other is quiet and forgets to fight.

Poor Zi'er, two fierce duel guys, one eats fiercely, gobbling up, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas are like chicken legs in a small shop in his mouth, filling his stomach. The other eats tricky, and the delicious food in her mouth is like an omnivorous food on a stall, and she just struggles to get by.

"Who has offended this girl, it's enough to serve one, and two more are unlucky. An angry Zi'er led the food basket into the sky, and the clouds seemed to turn purple.