But now, too, the phoenix dove planted peach blossoms in the sycamore forest, and in the depths of the woods, it was wrapped in overlapping sycamores. Sycamore and peach blossom are plants of two seasons, one prefers midsummer and the other prefers spring.

The two get along together, and let the two proudly live at the same time, almost no different from going against the sky.

……

Qing Wei stretched out his hand, gently spun down a peach blossom, and smiled silently: "Husband, you treat Ah Wei so well." ”

When the phoenix dove heard this, he answered in a low voice, climbed down a high branch on the peach tree, and picked the most scorching peach blossom. He picked up her jaw with one hand, brushed the hair from the side of her cheek with the other, and slowly inserted it into her sideburns.

At the end, he raised his eyebrows, followed the meaning of her words, and said very proudly: "No way, who is the husband willing to spoil you." ”

A peach blossom next to her sideburns, the petals are cold and cold against her skin, and they are extremely gentle.

Yao remembered that when she was in Qingqiu, Lu Moli also treated her so gently.

The two stood in front of her, as if their figures overlapped and fused into one, as if they were real and fake.

They are so similar at the moment, and so different.

Lu Moli's peach blossoms were picked by hand and adapted to the occasion, while the phoenix dove was pretending to be far-fetched and going against the sky, but this dead roast chicken, looking at his gaze like this, she felt warm in her heart.

Some people can't see each other when they first meet, and as long as they get along for a long time, they feel more and more inseparable.

It's very easy to make a good impression on a person at first.

It's not easy to remember as time goes on.

She was even a little glad that what stood in front of her today was the narcissistic, baggy, and stinky dead roast chicken that was stinking to death.

This dead roast chicken knew that she had left Qingqiu, and her attitude was that she would not go back.

Although she didn't say it explicitly, he was afraid that he would be homesick, so he planted a large peach tree in a place that was not suitable for him.

The things she grew up with were taken away by others.

Therefore, when she looks at those things she likes, she never opens her mouth, and she is afraid that she will lose it if she does not open her mouth.

He could understand what she was thinking without pronouncing her, how could she not be happy: "Phoenix, what are you thinking?" ”

"Huh?"

He looked at the peach blossom eyes in the sky, his gaze slowly turned to her, and he couldn't help but smile. said to her, "Wei'er, don't leave your husband in the future, okay?" ”

"You ......"

Qing was only slightly surprised.

She understood his heart for her, and she didn't need to say such things, she would do it herself.

Her heart was sure, her steps had stopped, her heart, her body had given way to him. It's a bit strange to say that.

Qing Wei frowned and looked at his face: "Feng Jiu, what's wrong with you?" ”

Instead of directly agreeing to him, she asked him what was wrong.

Feng Jiu, who usually doesn't pay attention to this, suddenly looked a little lost, his face showed a trace of sadness, and he pulled out a smile and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly have a bad premonition." ”

“…… Bad, hunch? ”

She has only heard of women with a sixth sense, could it be that this dead roast chicken still has a sixth sense?

"Hmm......" The phoenix dove nodded, abruptly shifting the subject back. He stared at her quietly, his eyes not smiling but charming, and people couldn't help but want to indulge in his gaze.

"Wei'er, you have to promise to be a husband, and you are not allowed to leave easily."