The middle school life was over, but Ping and I were admitted to different high schools. In the morning, I was still asleep, Ping, who had already come to my house. Pushed open my bedroom door and sat gently on the edge of my bed, looking at me with a smile. There was a figure in the haze, and when I opened my eyes, it was my Ping, the girl I could also meet in my dreams. Through the black-haired hand, I gently pressed it into my arms, and Ping obediently lay on top of me. The warm and soft body, the faint and good-smelling body fragrance, and the soft flowing black hair swept across my cheeks. Move Ping's little head, look for her fragrant lips, and suck it. "I hate it, it smells bad, you haven't brushed your teeth yet. Ping, blushing, said coquettishly. Hehe, I like to play tricks on Ping, and I like to see her shy.

After washing up, she was ready to have breakfast with Ping, who was busy in the kitchen like a little daughter-in-law. Today is Ping's birthday, and she has already agreed with me that she will have a meaningful, unforgettable birthday with only me and her. Ping is wearing a set of white and blue-edged Japanese girls' summer school uniforms today, which is pure and beautiful at a glance, and the doll head of the student's hairstyle is even more beautiful. Under the miniskirt, the snow-white legs make people think endlessly. The size 35 feet are paired with pink sneakers and white cotton socks to add a bit of playfulness and cuteness. Ping's back to me, burning something in the kitchen, pouting forward and backward, Chu Chu moving.

I quietly walked into the kitchen and hugged Ping tightly from behind, "Don't make trouble, people still have to do things," Ping said with a red face. "My little lady is so good, you are as virtuous and beautiful as the snail girl" "Okay, my eldest young master, you are waiting for the meal in the living room to open your mouth" Ping, pushed me out. My heart is so sweet and so beautiful! A woman's home is called a home, and I seem to understand the meaning of this sentence. I sat at the dinner table, and I was shaking Erlang's legs, and I saw that this was really a young master. It didn't take long for Ping to make a rich breakfast. My little daughter-in-law, really hurtful and lovely, I grabbed Ping and sat on my lap at this time the sun has risen high, I hold Ping's little hand, strolling in the sun. My plan was already in place. Departing from my house in the morning, the first stop is Hakuba Park. Start walking from Hakuba Park, climb the Purple Mountain to the left from Longneck Road, and after climbing the mountain, take a break from the scenery on the mountain.

Then go straight to the intersection of the dragon's neck from the slide, go to the right to see the beautiful lake under the Ming City Wall, and then go to the Zhongshan Botanical Garden to enjoy the strange flowers and plants of the world. From the Zhongshan Botanical Garden, go straight to Meihua Mountain (the tomb of Sun Quan during the Three Kingdoms period), where there are a lot of osmanthus flowers, and Ping will be very happy to see it.

From the plum blossom mountain, you can go directly to the Sifang City (Zhu Yuanzhang, the mausoleum of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty) There, I want to take my Ping through 600 years ago to relive the history, the golden iron horse, the night rain Xiaoxiao, the magnificent picture of the sword dance outside the plug. The next stop is Zhongshan Mausoleum, our father of the nation, Sun Yat-sen. At this time, we must be very tired, and Ping and I will take a short break at the bandstand, have a picnic there, and replenish our energy.

When the strength is restored, my Ping and I will make the last important stop, go to the [Linggu Temple] at the foot of the Purple Mountain, I will take my Ping to make a vow in front of the Buddha, this life, this life, the next life, and the next life, and we will be together forever, I don't know if our agreement can be fulfilled. Around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, I "taxied" to a "love hotel" (a place like Yat-sen Meidi) for a birthday dinner. In the evening, I took my Ping to the "practice room" K song, hehe, I want to sing crystal with my Ping. The perfect plan I made myself was supposed to be a birthday that could leave good memories for Ping, but because I was so happy that I drank too much wine, I couldn't go anywhere, I had to go home, and I changed everything unconsciously

Ping, like a bird, is chirping next to me, her little hands are still pointing there, and her eyebrows are dancing with her little appearance innocent and cute. Instead of climbing the mountain from the main road, we went by a steep path. The scenery of the trail is more pleasant and sparsely populated, but there are still tourists or couples passing by. Originally, I was pulling Ping up the mountain, but this little lady was wearing a miniskirt, and when she bent down a little when climbing the mountain, the white little Nene would be exposed.

Hey--it's all mine, it's all our stuff, I can't let anyone else see it. I was following Ping's ass to cover her left and right, and the little lady only giggled in front of her. Hey--why is this little lady so uneasy to worry about her grandfather, she has to do it one day. I swore to myself, but it should be on the wedding night, I sighed and shook my head. Along the way, we joked and fantasized about our future, and soon climbed to the top of the mountain.

I took Ping in my arms and had a bird's-eye view of the mountain, and the whole city of Nanjing was in full view. I pointed to the distance, "Ping, the one like jade is Xuanwu Lake, and the one next to it like a pearl is the Sun Palace" "Hao Meiye" Ping, shouting excitedly. I feel that at this time, I am like the emperor is pointing the country, and I am still holding a delicate beauty in my arms, and I have a little bit of "love the country, love the beauty more" of the overlord spirit, hehe I and Ping ten fingers interlocked, came to the Ming city wall with a history of more than 600 years of civilization faintly felt a simple and heavy atmosphere, looking at the ancient Chinese characters left on the wall, there is a feeling of crossing. I seem to have become a ** dignified little prince, next to Ping, is the princess who accompanies me, the beauty who accompanies me in life and death When I was still immersed in the snow outside the Ming Dynasty, when the horse was thousands of miles, Ping was already like a white butterfly flying to the Biwa Lake under the city wall to play in the water.

I crept up behind Ping, reached out my hand, and gave Ping a thrust. When Ping was about to fall into the lake, I hugged her into my arms. Ping, screaming and pouting, put on a very aggrieved expression on her little face, and was about to cry. I immediately kissed her little mouth, kept saying good things, laughed, finally smiled, and ran forward happily, I chased and chased behind me, that era of fluttering white clothes. >