Qi Yu stretched out his hand to her, she immediately put her hand into his big palm, stretched out her left foot and stepped on the stirrup, and with the force of his hand on her right hand, she easily turned over on the horse.

Zhufeng didn't have any resistance, just stood obediently in place, as steady as Mount Tai, Ling Baolu rode on horseback, instantly felt that his position was much higher, his vision was broader, and he looked down at Qi Yu, he hadn't come up yet, which made her feel a little uneasy.

Qi Yu saw her uneasiness, patted the back of her hand, and took her feet away from the stirrups, Ling Baolu was embarrassed, and he forgot to give him the stirrups.

Qi Yu's movements on the horse were very neat, and he only jumped lightly and skillfully landed behind Ling Baolu.

"Wow......" Ling Baolu shouted excitedly, she didn't know how to put her hand, but with Qi Yu behind her, her hanging heart was put down a lot.

Qi Yu's hands passed through the sides of her waist, picked up the reins, and protected her steadily in the crook of her arm. As soon as the legs clamped the horse's belly, he pulled the reins and let the wind go.

"Chasing the wind is really gone!" Ling Baolu can not hide his excitement, this is different from the feeling of riding a bicycle for the first time when he was a child, the bicycle is dead, the horse is alive, although the grass is very back, but the horse's hooves are wearing horseshoes, there is still a sound when walking, and the sound of the horse's hooves stops in the ears is very pleasant.

"I suddenly remembered a poem, do you remember Brother Qi Yu?" Ling Baolu turned his head to look at Qi Yu.

"Oh? What is the poem? Qi Yu was puzzled, at this time, the little girl's mind actually appeared in poetry, and he really didn't expect it.

"It's Zheng Chouyu's "Mistake". Ling Baolu retracted his gaze, looked ahead, his tone was soothing, and his voice read softly, "I walked through the south of the Yangtze River/The face of the face in the season is like the blooming and falling of a lotus/The east wind does not come, the catkins in March do not fly/Your heart is like a small lonely city/Just like the bluestone street to the evening/The sound of trampling is not loud, the spring curtain of March is not opened/Your heart is a small window closed/My Dada's horse's hooves are a beautiful mistake/I am not a returner, I am a passerby......"

Today's weather is not very good, so even if it is noon at the moment, the sky is overcast, and it has a cool feeling of autumn, although it is not spring, but today's artistic conception, reciting a poem like this, it is still very feeling.

"I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby!" Qi Yu repeated this sentence, and a trace of feeling appeared in his heart out of thin air, and his mood was a little lost in an instant.

"What's wrong?" Ling Baolu could hear the loss in his tone, and he could also feel that the mood of the person behind him was different.

"No, I just think this last sentence hurts." Qi Yu hugged her tightly.

"When I first read this poem, I thought the same way, that the young girl was waiting for her husband so happily that she would look forward to the slightest sound of horses' hooves, only to find out later that it was just a misunderstanding, and that the sound of the horses' hooves was not her husband coming back, but a passer-by! She is so pitiful, I am so glad that I was born in such a peaceful era now, and I don't have to worry about war, and I don't have to worry about my husband not coming back after he goes out on the war. She said with emotion.

Qi Yu didn't speak, stretched out his hand to hug her tightly, her words made him feel very uncomfortable, although it is an era of peace, it does not mean that it can really be peaceful, some people are just afraid that the world will not be chaotic, such as Shen Future, such as Zhuo Ruikai, such as the boss of the "Monkey Sky Group", and he, he will leave her one day.