Banxian Yao said: "Big brother, I have something to tell you, send you over." ”

Xiao Banxian nodded, thinking that Banxian Yao was going to talk about Jiang Xiyan.

On the way to the flower hall, Banxian Yao quipped: "Big brother, are you just a brother and sister to Xiao Mo?"

The matter of feelings is really clear to bystanders, and Banxian Yao is also very relieved to see that Xiao Banxian finally understands his feelings for Mo Liunian.

Xiao Banxian didn't expect Banxian Yao to say this, remembering what he said to Banxian Yao at that time, he also felt funny, but at that time he was really upright, Xiao Banxian said: "You ghost spirit." ”

Banxian Yao said: "I'm afraid that Xiao Mo, that stupid girl, doesn't know your thoughts." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "I will find a chance to show her." ”

Banxian Yao said: "Xiao Mo is a good girl, big brother, don't let her down." ”

Xiao Banxian smiled: "Don't you think Xi Yan is your sister-in-law?"

Banxian Yao also laughed, "But you only smile so happily when you look at Xiao Mo, I am your sister, so naturally I still favor you." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "The marriage contract between me and Xiyan is a contract, and I will find an opportunity to break this marriage contract in the future." Thinking of Jiang Xiyan's current situation, Xiao Banxian added: "Wait until you have a firm foothold in the Jiang family." ”

Banxian Yao nodded, "Sister Xiyan is indeed too difficult. ”

While speaking, the two of them had already walked outside the flower hall, and Banxian Yao said to Xiao Banxian: "Then I'll go first." ”

The little half-immortal nodded and walked into the flower hall, there were four people in the flower hall in addition to the half-immortal Renxin, the old farmer and the flower mother-in-law.

These four people are all dressed in simple clothes, among them, Orion is the youngest, who looks about the same age as the half-immortal Renxin, and the others are all seventy or eighty, and they should indeed be the same age as their grandfather.

Banxian Renxin introduced the two of them one by one, these six people turned out to be righteous brothers, no wonder the old farmer called the third sister of Granny Hua, because of the presence of other people, Granny Hua did not turn her face with the old farmer this time.

The boss has not yet arrived, and the second brother is the woodcutter, surnamed Yuan, with a single name Feng. The third is the flower mother-in-law, and the flower mother-in-law is called the piano.

The old farmer's surname is Huang Mingrui, the fifth and sixth are fishermen's couples, the man's surname is Zhou, his name is Yin, and the woman's surname is Qin, and her name is Xinyue.

Lao Qi is Orion, surnamed Zheng, and his name is Qi.

Except for the hunter's fierce god and murderous aura, the rest of the people are all kind-hearted, especially the fisherman couple, who can be said to be talented men and women, and they can still vaguely see the beauty of the year at such an old age.

After Xiao Banxian and Banxian Yao met one by one, Yuan Feng, who was the second brother in the ranks, said: "The third sister is right, these brothers and sisters are both dragons and phoenixes among people. ”

Everyone bowed their heads, and Zheng Qi asked, "When will Boss Qian come?"

Zhou Yin said: "It was said that there was a big business, and I came after the talk." ”

Yuan Feng beckoned to the little half-immortal, "Come, come and show the old man." ”

The little half-immortal didn't know what he wanted to see, but he still walked over, walked three feet away from him and stopped, Yuan Feng smiled and said, "Go in a little more." ”

The little half-immortal took two more steps forward, and Yuan Feng said, "Take two more steps forward." ”

Xiao Banxian was a little embarrassed, and if he walked again, he would be next to Yuan Feng, so he took two steps forward, and as soon as he took the second step, everything around him changed.

Except for Yuan Feng, all the other people and furnishings disappeared, he knew very well that this should be an illusion, he said, "Senior Yuan, what is this for?"

Especially when she drank the soup, it was like pouring spoonful after spoonful into her stomach, and she was sweating profusely.

On the side, Xiao Yiyi lifted the lid of the cup, looked at the soup, and sniffed it closely, and when he saw the pair of silver chopsticks on the side, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. Duan Chen kept smiling faintly, turned sideways slightly, got closer to the height, picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of clear soup, blew it, and slowly took it into his mouth.

Gu Yanyan nodded, and without waiting for her mother to get closer, she rushed over and bit the small spoon, like a greedy toddler, which provoked everyone next to her to laugh for a while, but she didn't realize it until a bowl of delicious medicinal porridge with I don't know how many mild supplements were put in it, and the hunger was slightly reduced.

I took the spoon, and in a bowl of ham and radish soup, I kept scooping the soup, scooping the soup until it soaked the rice in the bowl, and then sandwiched a few Sichuan winter vegetables mixed with sesame oil, sighed, and began to eat. After eating this bowl of rice, he stretched out his hand and said, "Hand towels!"

Emperor Qianwan jerked half of his body away from his face, pulled his chin open with one hand, and poured the porridge into it with a spoon in the other. He moved too much, Mingde groaned, and a mouthful of porridge was forcibly poured down and half spilled out, Emperor Qianwan didn't care, reached out and scooped another spoonful, and then poured it in.

In the evening, the aroma of laba porridge fills the cotton processing factory. We gathered around the cauldron, holding enamel bowls and basins, tapping the edges with spoons, anxiously waiting for this unpaid dinner.

Sun Dehai carefully held Sun Yiping's little head, Li Muzi held a small bowl in one hand, and carefully took out a small spoonful of egg custard with the other hand to blow it cold, and then sent it to Sun Dehai's cousin's mouth, carefully looking at his face is no longer so red and scary, and the person is also sober, listening to the doctor's meaning, the most dangerous period has passed, and the rest is to ensure that you don't have a fever in the future, and you must eat more good food in the future, so as not to leave the root of the disease.

The man put down the wine, then picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of the fish, put it in his mouth, tasted it carefully, and kept smiling on his lips. Then he took a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of tender tofu, which was also dotted with a turquoise pea, and slowly put it in his mouth, and the man chewed. Finally, I picked up the small bowl on the side, picked up the spoon, and drank the soup spoonful.

The noodles are almost cooked, Jian Si scooped out a spoonful of soup with a spoon to finally try the taste, she was afraid of being hot, her eyes widened cautiously, and her tender red mouth slowly sipped on the spoon, looking very well-behaved and a little naughty, Xi Chenghao's heart beat fast, he walked over and hugged her waist from behind, this posture made her look even more petite, and her height was less than his mouth.

When he saw the white rice in the big bowl and the small bowl, he couldn't help but grab a rice ball and stuff it into his mouth, and without chewing it, he stretched out his neck and swallowed it, which felt more delicious than anything else. Quickly poured hot and cold water, put the basin on the stove and rinse, naturally only five or six minutes, even if it was over, then took the chopsticks and bowls, and served the cold rice in front of the board to eat.

The proprietress first gently scooped up a spoonful of clear soup with an iron spoon and put it in a bowl, then scooped up the boiled flat food and put it in the bowl, and then put the vegetables in the bowl as well.

Last night's moonlight was good, and the toad was shining. The round moon quietly stands on the paulownia tree. I'm listening to a song called "Moon Lookout." When I first recognized a friend, I was looking for you. Where are you, I've always thought about what you said to me. I like you, that personality, that temperament. You're someone I particularly like. Every encounter is a reunion after a long absence, I just want to meet you, smile knowingly, or look at each other lightly, even if there is only one quiet concern.

Year after year, winter has gone to spring, and the stars have changed, but they can't go back to the past. The stars are always quiet, and the heavens and the earth are still the same. The love of several lifetimes, the attachment of several lifetimes, has not changed today. Whether you are busy or in your spare time, I always like to read you thousands of times, and I will not get tired of it silently. The warm sun is your gaze and takes me to appreciate the changes of the four seasons. I really want to watch the sunset with you, the grass is green, and listen to the fishing boat singing at night.

What's so good about "que"? "que" is a bit like a part of the ancient Chinese character, and I gradually fell in love with the realm of que. No, I'm just beginning to understand that flowers bloom by accident, but at the same time I've learned to love them for the "normality" of the moon not blooming.

With a new heart, keep the time. The past years, the love in my heart, in the light smile and sigh, has become light. We only need to have a peaceful heart, let the flowers bloom and the leaves fall in a circular interpretation, and carry a cloud and water Zen heart, and let time fly into the myth of immortality.

If fate has destined us to walk on the same road, encounter the same rain, and be under the same umbrella, then please look down on me with gentler eyes, hold me with more stubborn hands, and draw close to me with a warmer breath. Love me more, okay? Only in love do I know my name, I know where I am, and I am pleasantly surprised to discover my existence. All the stones are just stones, indifferent and stubborn, only the one that receives the essence of the sun and the moon will burst suddenly, leaping out of a happy life.

In fact, I can't complain that the men in the world have been the goddess of Wudi in the south of the Yangtze River for thousands of years+- and have been fascinated by it, like a moth to the fire of Nanxu's scholars to win the hearts of strange women, and answer the sentence that only loves strangers with their lives, and they don't have to dance low in the heart of the willow building, and sing the peach blossom fan at the bottom of the wind. As long as they are willing to work hard for men, they are clever in love, turning the clouds and rain, and showing their hearts and hearts, and the affectionate scenery can make people flattered and inseparable. Such a person is like a flower blooming in spring, and the bright light is shining, which makes people can't love it, and they can't be lowered. This talent is a talent that history is a talent that cannot be fully understood.

The lotus is one, and everything has roots. I once wrote about a woman like a lotus, and now it seems that she is more suitable for Lily, kind and innocent, and you are Qinghe, the Qinghe in my heart. The lotus in my heart is elegant, she has a faint fragrance, not only represents kindness, but also has that indisputable but not light temperament, too strong, will burn others, too indifferent, will cool themselves, do not come and go, neither lukewarm nor hot, warm and warm, only the lotus is self-contained.

At this time, people are lying in the vine pocket, the eyebrows are uncomfortable, the stars want to hide, from time to time looking up at the sky, as if thinking about the heart, the more I can't help but look at the more I love, first want to get close to the side to talk a few words, and then think about the falling flowers intentionally, the flowing water is ruthless, I don't know her thoughts, and things are extremely difficult, why bother to spring silkworms to bind themselves, plainly add a lot of troubles? I couldn't help but sigh softly, and retreated.

The four seasons go back and forth, the flow of the year is not stopped, the west wind leaves fall and sigh, and the rain and autumn are cold. sighed for the passing years, "but only a finger, when will the west wind come, and it will not be said, and the passing year will be secretly changed." "We walk in the passing years, and in an instant the childish face turns gray hair, and the flowers fall into the flowers, and only by cherishing can we not miss the best time.

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