Xie Ling took the veil and his gaze paused slightly.

The last time the adult wiped Qiu Hao, he noticed that this was the handkerchief he handed to the adult when the adult had a nosebleed.

Unexpectedly, adults still carry it with me......

This veil was specially prepared by him in order to increase the strength of being selected.

There is a sunset and a painted cherry blossom tree on the veil, which Xie Ling painted with a small trick, and it will not wash away.

There are so many cherry blossoms planted in the back of the Falling Cherry Blossom Palace, many people guess that the adults themselves like cherry blossoms, but Xie Ling keenly guessed that it may not be that the adults particularly like it, and it is possible that so many are planted to commemorate it.

In memory of her mother.

I once heard from the grapevine that my mother and father met under the cherry blossom tree at dusk and fell in love at first sight.

It's just that he didn't expect that the election he carefully prepared at that time was useless, so he took the opportunity to send it out when an adult had a nosebleed in the back.

He couldn't help but stroke the cherry blossoms on the handkerchief, thinking to himself that he was only preparing for the sake of profit at that time, and he didn't care about it, so he still had to draw one with his heart and give it to the adults.

Rong Huan saw Xie Ling rubbing himself, and happily stroked his mount.

This little white horse seems to have a strong temperament, but it is so gentle that she likes it, and decided, and she will take it back to the Sakura Hall to raise.

Xie Ling felt a dull pain in his abdomen, looked down and saw that there was no blood, so he relieved himself and reminded in time: "My lord, it's getting late, let's hurry up and find a place to stay." ”

Rong Huan noticed that unconsciously, she had been practicing for an afternoon.

Looking at the beautiful sunset and the boundless lushness, Rong Huan was very interested, and said: "It's too late to find a village now, let's rest in the mountains tonight." ”

Xie Ling looked at the adult's bright eyes, with a hint of pampering between his eyebrows, "Okay, then we'll rest in the mountains tonight." ”

So while it was not dark, the two worked together, first feeding the horses and settling them, then Xie Ling went hunting, and Rong Huan went to find firewood.

Two quarters of an hour later, Xie Lingti slipped back a rabbit and a pheasant, and Rong Huan set up the pyre and went to get two hammocks.

This is the hammock she bought in Huaqiao Town, I used to watch TV and felt that a hammock in the forest was so comfortable and beautiful, she saw that it was for sale, so she bought it and put it in the bag.

Not only a hammock, Rong Huan also quietly bought a chivalrous girl's night clothes, hehe, it's not that she wants to do good deeds without leaving a name, it's because she suddenly remembered that Wu Ya said that there is a male green building in a certain mountain, and there is a stunning boy in it......

Well, if you have a chance in the future, you can go and see it.

Don't worry, she's just curious, curious, and will never do anything illegal, she promises.

Xie Ling went to deal with the rabbits and pheasants, and Rong Huan didn't have to worry about the rest, so she went to the Bishui Lake that she had just found early in the morning to take a bath, and it would take a while to roast it anyway.

They found this place, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and the evening breeze was blowing, and it was not stuffy at all.

The mountains and rivers are cool, which just relieves Rong Huan's summer heat, because of the loss of her spiritual power, the fire attribute in her body is a little uncontrollable, and it will be easier to feel hot than ordinary people.

Rong Huan spread the enchantment, and the one that soaked was called a comfort.

She was still timid, she only dared to take a dip in the shallow water, and when she felt that the summer heat was almost gone, she dressed and went out.

She washed her hair, and after drying it with a spell, she didn't curl her hair, and let her hair be scattered behind her back casually, free and casual.

"Wow, it smells so good." Rong Huan took a bite of the chicken leg and praised vaguely.

Xie Ling continued to roast the uncooked rabbit and whispered to the adults to be careful of scalding.

Someone's chick pecked the rice and nodded, and continued to gnaw.

The sun had set, and the night was getting thicker, slowly enveloping the entire mountain forest, only beside this mountain and water, there was a small square of firelight jumping, there was a woman's silver bell-like laughter and a man's clear sound like a glacial lake disintegrating.

Rong Huan had already eaten and drunk enough, lying in his hammock, bored and remembered that there seemed to be a bamboo flute in it last time when he picked up Wuya's Qiankun bag, which looked very good.

She took it out and studied it, and then saw Xie Ling, and asked playfully, "Xie Ling, do you know how to play the flute?" ”

Xie Ling was still diligently cleaning up the mess by the fire, and when Yu Guang saw the bamboo flute in the hand of the adult, he paused for a moment and said, "Understand a little." ”

Rong Huan raised his eyebrows, it is impossible to understand a little.

The original book writes Xie Ling as talented, blowing, playing and singing, and I can't wait to be able to do it.

Suddenly my heart itched, and I wanted to hear Xie Ling's flute.

She threw the flute over and said, "Listen to a song." ”

Xie Ling caught it steadily, rubbed the pattern on it, and said, "Okay." ”

He sat down again and tried his voice, "What do you want to hear?" ”

Rong Huan waved his hand, "Whatever." ”

Xie Ling thought for a moment, and for a moment, a melodious flute sound echoed in the empty and quiet valley......

Rong Huan, who closed his eyes and was about to enjoy listening, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Xie Ling incredulously, "Why do you know this song?" ”

Xie Ling stopped, and Wen Wen explained, "I occasionally heard an adult humming once, and I thought the tune was very beautiful, so I remembered one or two. ”

"Don't adults like to hear it?"

Rong Huan's little heart was put back in an instant, just now Xie Ling blew it red, oh my god, it scared her so much that she almost jumped up, it turned out that she had hummed before. This is a waiting chapter

She recalled, and it seemed that once she felt sad when she read the book, she really hummed this tune.

Rong Huan lay back on his back, waved his hand and said, "I like this tune, you can continue to play it." ”

Xie Ling blew again.

Hongyan used to be a very sad song, the tune was sad and lingering, when it echoed in the quiet night, Rong Huan seemed to have an illusion for a moment, and returned to the time when he was in the quilt and holding his mobile phone to chase Langya Bang.

When she saw the scene of Mei Changsu and Nihuang Changting hugging each other, she cried like a tearful person, and then her mother heard the crying and thought that she was being bullied at work, so she hid in the quilt and cried secretly, and hurriedly came over to comfort her......

Tonight the stars are lonely, the moon is out of sight, the mountains are cool, and a breeze blows from time to time.

Rong Huan stared blankly at the night sky, and for a moment, he was homesick.

Although it's good here, and there are superpowers, but after all, there is no mother's nagging, father's advice, brother's greetings, and nephew's noise......

Her eyelashes drooped, her eyes a little dark.

The crackling sound of the dry wood in the fire exploded, and a small spark exploded, Rong Huan looked sideways and unconsciously looked at Xie Ling, who was blowing.

Before he could wash and bathe, the dirt on his robe was still there, but Rao was like this, Rong Huan also felt that he was white like snow and dusty like a fairy, and he seemed to be born with this temperament.

Especially the flying crane pattern embroidered with silver thread on the cuffs, when the breeze floats the sleeve robe, it seems that the white crane is also alive, flapping its wings, wanting to flutter its wings and fly......

As the cuffs shook, Rong Huan's gaze fell on Xie Ling's hand again, Ruyu's fingertips jumped gracefully on the quaint bamboo flute, and the flames lingered, and the fingertips that followed him lightly were clearly extinguished. Controlling the big and making the owl

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