The remnant sun was like blood, staining hundreds of miles of shrubs and jungles.

Nightshade flowers bloom, spread out one after another, pink and tender pajamas. Birds forage and return to their nests, bees collect honey and return to their nests, and everything is quiet and quiet. Only the faint fragrance of wild flowers, combined with the unique freshness of wild grass and mud, wafts in this dense shrub jungle, blending into a special leisure and comfort...

A shadow, hiding two little people, mixed with fresh wildflowers and weeds, walking slowly between the paths...

Walk very slowly... It's slow...

The bloodshot in their eyes and the tiredness on their faces were all describing fatigue. I didn't close my eyes for a day and a night, and I experienced a series of thrills, which made the physical strength and nerves of both of them a little tired.

However, the reason why they walk slowly has nothing to do with exhaustion.

It's because, at this moment, in this forest, in addition to the fragrance of flowers, there are two thick honey that are in the veins...

It was a fascinating feeling...

At the same time, it is also two intoxicating and hazy, ear-whispering...

One soft, one quiet, one sinking, completely different but quite harmonious, with the footsteps of progress, gently echoing in this wilderness. Sometimes they laughed, sometimes they talked, and unconsciously, they changed the lonely air into a fertile soil for the cultivation of love seedlings.

When the love first opens, it is the most lovesick.

When words are endless, laughter follows each other, and this is the happiest time. Dare to ask, who wants to return home at this time?

Even though these two people only escaped death in the morning and had just recovered from their serious injuries, even if there was nowhere else to go but to go home at this time...

However, everyone hopes that they can go farther and slower on this road home.

So much so that a not far way home made them get out of the feeling of wanting to go to the guillotine.

It's funny to think about...

"Would you like to pick some Poria cocos to dispense?" said the boy.

"You have an idea... This is in the north and south seventeen or thirty zhang away. The girl sniffed her nose and replied quietly.

"Uh... It's so close... Why don't we go back and pick some hemostatic herbs for later?" asked the young man carefully.

It's just that as soon as these words fell, he seemed to find that this was a bit far-fetched, so he hurriedly added: "That... I'm worried that the wound on your foot might become inflamed... So..."

The girl smiled, "So, let's go back." ”

The boy also laughed, but it was just a smirk: "Uh... I'm really afraid that the wound will be found, so..."

"Yes, I know. The girl raised her little hand, which was almost completely swollen, to her eyes, and said shyly, "My hand still hurts a little, or..."

The young man laughed even more stupidly: "Then after picking the hemostatic grass, let's go find some angelica and mint, right?"

"But, where mint grows, you have to go three miles away..."

"It's okay, it's not far away. ”

"Hehe... Well..."

“......”

Two fools...

Luckily, this is a barren forest. Fortunately, there were no other superfluous people in the forest at this time. Otherwise, these two men and women, who are riding on their backs and riding blindly in the woods, will definitely be treated as fools.

As the name suggests, it is a medicine to stop bleeding. However, at this time, the laceration on the girl's little foot had already scabbed, not to mention new blood, and even sweat did not ooze a trace of it. And this young man had to go back and prepare some more hemostatic grass, which was simply redundant.

However, how could the girl he was carrying not see this little bit of caution on the young man's back? And the little hands that have been swollen are the best proof. Because, the tender little hands are covered with a white powder...

It is called Angelica dahurica, and it is a good external medicine for reducing swelling. Worthy of the 100 times the effect of cool mint.

Therefore, this medicine is not needed, and I have to run miles to pick a small mint. I'm afraid, it's not just mint that is picked, but also a touch of tenderness...

What is tenderness?

That's lovesickness, I'm afraid of lovesickness, I've thought about it, and when it's my turn to be lovesick, there's nowhere to say it, and there's a trace of it between my eyebrows. And, this trace is the tacit understanding that the two people know, but they don't need to break it, it's called lovesickness.

As for how bitter this lovesickness is, no one knows. I only know that the bitterness of this lovesickness can't cut off the way home. And, this road is at their feet, no matter how slow they go, there will always be a time when they will come to an end...

"When you were in the mountains, you still owe me a question that I didn't answer..."

The mint-coated little hand spread a faint fragrance and wrapped it around the young man's neck. The girl leaned next to her arm, turned her face sideways, and looked at the face in front of her, intentionally or unintentionally, and said quietly.

The young man was a little puzzled: "Eh, what's the problem?"

"The problem of begging for a daughter-in-law..."

"Do I owe anything?"

"Yes!"

"There must be—" The girl nodded affirmatively.

"You said at the time that your grandfather's requirements were too high, and you probably couldn't do it. So, you're going to lower your own requirements... You haven't said how much lower the requirements are. ”

Looking at the bushes and branches, the sun that was about to sink, the young man's smirk showed a little mischievous: "That's my life's event, why should I tell you?"

"Stingy..."

The girl pursed her lips and said angrily, "If you don't say it, you won't say it... Stingy..."

"Uh..." The young man was helpless, he grabbed the messy hair, and said helplessly: "I didn't say I wouldn't tell you... I'm just asking, why do you want to know..."

The small mouth pouted, still angry, and slightly savage: "I just want to know... So do you say, or don't you say?"

"Then you're unreasonable..."

"I want to know, that's the truth!"

“......”

"Well... Grandma, you won. ”

For two people who are in love, they are familiar with each other, and it is easy to ignore some of the usual etiquette... For example, the girl who was originally Sven was more savage at this time. A calm teenager, more naughty...

This may be the so-called "two less no guesses".

"Let me think..."

"Don't lie to people, it's a puppy to deceive..."

"Got it..."

The young man pondered for a while, and his playful face was shy: "You can't laugh at me." ”

"I must not laugh at you..."The girl had a straight face, her eyes were expectant, and she nodded her head seriously.

The young man's gaze withdrew from the distance, moved to the two tender little hands around his neck, and chuckled.

"I'm not asking for much... Slender lady, gentleman. Not tall or about five feet short, like you is the most suitable..."

Half a sentence, the girl on the back of the young man was a trembling, little hand holding her neck involuntarily tensed a little...

The young man ignored it, and continued to say slowly and shyly: "Crispy hands up and down, calves about three inches, willow thin waist, light and graceful, soft and soft like you, the most comfortable..."

"With waist-length hair, a pair of bright eyes, a small mouth, a small nose, and a white and tender face, like you, it looks the best..."

Words, very slowly.

Like warm clear water wafting in the air around them, caressing, people who can hear whispering... At the same time, this also made the two people who were dependent on each other rise a lot of temperature for no reason, and it was warm.

A thin curtain that seems to be being punctured...

Maybe, it was the words that were opened, and after a few words, the shyness of the young man receded a lot, leaving a strong sense of playfulness, and he continued to indulge...

"The voice is as soft as a clear bell, the whisper is quiet, the sven is polite, she doesn't ask her to be wise in the world, she is rich in learning, as long as she can accompany me to nag, like you and me now, the most suitable for me..."

"If I could, I would like her to be timid, thin-skinned, and soft-bodied. Easy to be shy, timid and afraid of the dark, can cry two or three times a day..."

"It's best to be like you..."

“......”

The affection is lingering, and the words of the young man are like a tactful love poem singing...

Singing, it's lovesick words...

Exquisite dice An red beans, don't you know?

The spring water is new, the spring forest is in full bloom, and the spring breeze is ten miles, not as good as you, do you know?

DID YOU KNOW?

When the boy finished speaking, there was no more speech.

Only the two tender little hands were holding tightly, and the rapid breathing was accompanied by the fluctuating heart. The girl's fair face is almost an adult's little red apple. His eyes, which were originally full of curiosity, moved shyly to the ground.

"Are you talking about me?"

Faint and soft, as thin as a mosquito moaning, ashamed and shy, this is knowingly asked!

The tirade before the teenager is actually to put it bluntly, just a few words, even a fool can hear it... And what about this clever maiden?

"Da..."

The footsteps of moving forward stopped against the setting sun.

The boy slowly turned his face to the side. Looking at the front of the hand, this delicate face that was flushed with shame...

Quietly watching...

Between an inch, two snorts, breathing the air that originally belonged to each other, were hot and hot. The four eyes are facing each other, a love sinus is open, and thousands of thoughts are fiddling with two small hearts next to each other, plopping.

The breeze is getting a little hot...

It's like a viewer who is irritated watching a play, constantly blowing the girl's waist-length long hair and slapping it on the faces of the two, as if urging them to speak quickly.

Fiddling, fiddling...

The girl's shy eyes were a little innocent and a little expectant. The young man's embarrassed face was also a little innocent and a little expectant.

At this moment, the curtain that blocked the germination of love had actually been gently pierced by the love words of the young man. Now, just waiting, someone will tear off the thin sheet of gauzy paper.

For a long time...

The boy laughed, and the girl laughed too, burying her head even lower.

"It's not..."

"Obviously!"

"It's not..."

"Who's that?"

"Far away, close in front of you, I won't tell you who it is..."

Stopped, lifted up again. The young man turned his head again, with two satisfied smiles, facing the rising sun, and walked towards the official road not far away...

For two people who have a tacit understanding, a smile is worth a thousand words...

That's called, and the heart has a soul.

"You're talking about me, and you still don't admit it..."

"It's not... At least one thing isn't..."

"Where's not it?" asked the girl, blinking wide-eyed and confused.

The young man's laughter was even more mischievous: "Hm... Well, that's not enough... Soft..."

"Soft?"

"Uh... Huh..."

Seeing that the boy was very playful, he only smiled and didn't say anything, and the girl was even more puzzled...

Suddenly!

A similar image floated through her mind... Déjà vu.

She couldn't help but lower her head slightly, looking at her small breasts that were clinging to the back of the teenager and had not yet developed...

Suddenly I realized!

"Big rascal!" he screamed, and two small hands pinched the boy's ears.

"Huh... Auntie, don't pinch your ears... It hurts... I said it's not okay to be soft?"

"Bastard! Who wants you to say it! Big rascal!"

"It hurts... Tap... Tap..."

"Big rascal!"

“......”