Li Zhiyu quietly looked at Zhao Qingrou's demeanor and demeanor, looking at it stupidly, but as for the dark clouds in the sky at the moment, he didn't notice it. I used to only think that this plum is sweet and sour, although it is interesting to eat but it is useless to eat more, although the person who eats the plum eats the green plum with an indifferent face, but the heart must be a sour crying father and calling mother, and the expression is uncertain Most of them pretend to be calm, and what they say and do is just to let others look up to it. But at this moment, looking at Zhao Qingrou's little face wrinkled slightly, beads of sweat faintly visible on the tip of her nose, and sniffing the appearance of green plums, her heart was just bursts of joy.

As the saying goes: ups and downs, with a heart. If you are stubborn, those who are determined to be like iron will be tasteless to eat. But the mood is lively and cheerful, and the shallow and superficial person is bitter, spicy, sweet and sour. Li Zhiyu pondered in his heart, but he didn't notice Zhao Qingrou's gaze. When the girl shouted and others looked sideways, Li Zhiyu was surprised to notice the girl's call, and walked away with a slightly red face.

Zhao Qingrou looked at Li Zhiyu, who was walking slowly, took out another plum in her hand and said, "Li Zhiyu, you can also taste it." Li Zhiyu stared at Qingmei slightly, he didn't want to take it, but he involuntarily took over the Qingmei.

The girl's eyes turned slightly, ignoring the drizzle that was slowly falling in the sky at the moment, and just looked at the young man in front of her. Li Zhiyu was blushing when Zhao Qingrou saw it, and his heart was flustered, and he held the plum tightly in his hand, and the juice overflowed. The girl's eyes turned slightly, and suddenly turned stern. Li Zhiyu chuckled in his heart, but he didn't know how he made Zhao Qingrou angry.

"How not to eat my green plums. Zhao Qingrou shouted loudly, and after a word, the pedestrians around her looked sideways. Li Zhiyu saw that everyone's eyes were burning, and his face was hot, so he put the plum in his mouth, and took a bite of it, only to feel very sour, and his teeth faintly fell out, and his originally white face instantly became dark and dull. Zhao Qingrou saw that Li Zhiyu was sour, his expression did not move, and he wrinkled slightly, and asked, "Is it very sour?" Li Zhiyu rolled his eyes when he heard this, and said: "If it wasn't sour, how could you have had to open your hair before, and your face was slightly wrinkled." ”

After listening to Zhao Qingrou, she replied: "Childhood plums are around bamboo horses, isn't it very sweet. You ate my green plum today, where did you get the sourness? After the girl finished speaking, she seemed to feel that something was wrong, and her little face was slightly red and turned to the side. When Li Zhiyu heard this, a sentence came to his heart: "Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums." Living together for a long time, the two have no suspicion. I felt that the sweet spring was protruding, and the sourness in my mouth was no longer there at the moment, but it was becoming more and more sweet and abnormal. The two of them didn't dare to look at each other, and they both turned to the side. The girl pinched the corners of her clothes, and the young man looked at the plum blossoms.

The wind is blowing slightly, and the rain is falling lightly. The rainy season in June and July coincides with the ripening of plums, so the people in the vicinity call it plum rain. The rainy season is unpredictable and unpredictable, but it is much smaller than usual. The rain fell lightly, dripping on the faces of the two, the slightest coolness soaked into the skin, the shyness was slightly reduced, and the inner embarrassment was a little less.

Li Zhiyu was lightly beaten by the rain, and the originally hot heat was finally suppressed, and at this moment his head sobered up, and then he remembered the old servant's entrustment. looked at the girl in front of her who had repeatedly pasted the green silk on her face, and said slowly: "Miss Zhao, your family is still waiting for you, we have been delayed for a little time at this moment, if it is still delayed, I am afraid that Uncle Liu and they will be impatient, so we should go quickly." Li Zhiyu's tone was soft, mixed with the rain, which was very tasteful. The girl didn't care about it, her eyes swept around, and she saw a crowd of people, running out quickly, and gradually entering the flow of people. Li Zhiyu smiled bitterly, and had no choice but to follow.

Although Li Zhiyu is only a teenager, because he lives by the mountains and rivers with Zhao Shuli, he is much stronger than a young man in the market, but in the eyes of adults, he is not as strong. At the moment, I gradually moved around the crowd, and I just wanted to find a slightly empty place to squeeze in. However, the interest of the surrounding crowd did not decrease, but it became a vigorous trend, and the crowd became more and more jubilant. Li Zhiyu was not allowed to break in left and right, so he had to find another way. I looked at a big tree beside me, and I had no choice but to climb up the tree.

The big tree is straight, the bark is often wrinkled, and insects and ants crawl, which will inevitably get wet. Li Zhiyu helplessly looked at the insects and ants crawling slowly in his hands, shook his head and sighed to himself. After a short time, the boy finally climbed a thick branch that was slightly more than a foot high, wiped the drizzle from his forehead, and looked into the crowd.

After looking at it from time to time, I finally saw the girl in yellow. Zhao Qingrou was standing in front of a storyteller at the moment, raising her head and opening her eyes, listening with relish. Li Zhiyu vaguely heard the words "there are tigers in Weinan, mottled and multi-colored, living in the deep mountains and secluded forests, coming out of the wind, and eating people when they come out", Li Zhiyu's mood was driven by Mr. Storyteller's words, but he also felt quite interesting, but the crowd applauded one after another, and every subtlety, he only heard the applause of everyone in his ears, but he didn't hear a word about this content. Especially when Mr. Storyteller talks about subtleties, coupled with Mr. Storyteller's exquisite ventriloquism, it is even more superb, and everyone just applauds. Zhao Qingrou held a small face, occasionally scared, occasionally surprised.

Li Zhiyu didn't care about Mr. Storyteller's wonderful stories and wonderful ventriloquism, but he was worried that Zhao Qingrou was running around alone again. The young man was anxious, and finally waited until the storyteller could stop and turned to get the cup of tea on the table, and everyone looked anxious but did not dare to shout to disturb the storyteller. Only then did he hurriedly shout loudly: "Zhao Qingrou, don't run around, wait for me!" The young man shouted hard, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Zhao Qingrou" and "Who is Zhao Qingrou" Everyone heard Li Zhiyu shouting, and they exchanged heads and ears, and there were many discussions. There are also many people who do good things and think that there may be a hidden secret, and they whistle. After a short time, everyone answered without replying, and then they followed the sound. I saw a delicate young man in white standing on a slightly thick branch, the young man was not worthy of jade and gold, and a white cloth belt was tied around his waist, swinging in the wind. Li Zhiyu saw that everyone's eyes were gathered on him, his face was slightly red, and he began to feel that "the gentleman blames himself and takes it seriously", today he is blowing in the wind, and his voice is even faster, but the farther away he hears, the ancients are honest and do not deceive me. Li Zhiyu only muttered in his heart, but at this moment, he forgot that everyone's eyes were gathered, and when he found out, his face was blushing, and when he was alone and annoyed, his hands and feet were loose, but he fell heavily from the branches. If this height of more than one foot really falls, the consequences will be extremely bad.

Everyone stared blankly at the fallen teenager, helpless. The storyteller saw that everyone was screaming in panic, so he only swallowed a quick sip of tea and hurried to see it. Unexpectedly, the tea was hot, and he suddenly drank it in his mouth, and there was pain between his mouth and tongue, and he spit out the tea in a panic and just waited to raise his head. Zhao Qingrou heard Li Zhiyu shouting loudly, and she was secretly ashamed and angry in her heart, although the girl was lively and cheerful, in the midst of so many people, she felt that it was very inappropriate. was about to go out to teach him, but it can be seen that Li Zhiyu fell in a panic, but his heart was also panicked. The girl covered her lips lightly, looking anxious but helpless.

Li Zhiyu fell from the sky quickly, panicking in his heart. I want to turn my hands and feet to grasp the branches and branches, but at such a critical moment, my hands and feet are shaking and I can't call them. Looking at the little rain left in the potholes on the ground, my limbs were cold. When he was only more than ten inches from the ground, he could already smell the slight fishy smell of the rain passing through the loess in his nose, and a hot current surged in his abdomen, going straight to the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the meridians of his body were circulating, and he returned to the sea of qi. In this way, after thirty-six weeks, the smell of plum wine came from my mouth. At the moment, his heart was slightly cold, and he didn't care about anything else, he only regarded this old man in Tsing Yi as a living immortal, looking for luck in the place where the heat flowed, his limbs were more vigorous, his hands were hard, and he pressed heavily on the ground, the young man's body trembled slightly, and the joints of his limbs crackled.

When everyone saw that the young man was only more than ten inches off the ground, they were already covering their mouths in fear, trying not to make a sound, and their pupils widened one by one, feeling sorry in their hearts, but this young man was going to bury his bones here today. Before everyone's regret came out, I saw the young man holding the ground with his hands, but it was fine, but his body couldn't bear the strength, and he gnawed a mouthful of yellow mud in his mouth.

Everyone slowly exhaled a sigh of depression, and the boy was fine. Mr. Storyteller watched the young man walk no more than ten inches to the ground safely, the long strings in his heart finally relaxed, and saw that everyone's eyes were completely attracted by Li Zhiyu, and his heart was slightly annoyed. After clearing their throats, there was a tiger roaring and a dragon groaning from their mouths, and everyone turned their eyes to look at the storyteller. Zhao Qingrou took advantage of the fact that everyone's eyes were attracted by Li Zhiyu, pushed left and right, and finally squeezed out of the crowd, looked at the young man in white clothes who had turned into mud, and smiled: "What? I have learned a hundred poems and books, but why is I so embarrassed today." It seems that poetry and books are useless, and mediocrity disturbs themselves. The girl finished her words and stretched out her hand. Li Zhiyu looked at the girl with a blushing face, and stretched out his hand for a long time, and the two of them blushed with shame.

This man and woman can't kiss each other. Today, this is contrary to the teachings of the saints, and it seems that this book of poetry is sometimes quite useless. Li Zhiyu held Zhao Qingrou's little hand tightly before standing up for a long time. looked at the girl with a blushing face, and was even more embarrassed in her heart. The two people's hearts are hard to say.

At this moment, the storyteller finished drinking the tea and cleared his throat, and the voice of the crowd cheering and shooting was already in full swing. Li Zhiyu thought about what Mr. Storyteller said earlier that there are tigers in Weinan, and thought in his heart that it was indeed true. This Weinan is already a jungle landform, so there are many tigers living in it, and today I took Zhao Qingrou's hand, didn't I provoke a tiger. It is important to know that women are like tigers, whether they are unforgiving or not. It seems that this storyteller is also a fucking master!