It is a very quiet and beautiful estate, and the people who live in it are as happy as little insects that live on the leaves. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info In this manor, there are clusters of purple grapes, camellias, and petals of the moon. They gather in this manor, they don't seem crowded at all, they never quarrel, they are all so natural, so harmonious, and they will never be like people, higher than low, selfish!

And the owner of this manor is called a worm, that is, a worm of worms. When Nan Jian woke up from the fresh morning, when he was still dreaming while Hua Yu was still asleep, he quietly put on his clothes, got out of bed, pushed open the door, and walked out of the small attic of this beautiful manor. And, when he came to the orchard of the manor, he met the owner of the manor, the worm.

The little worm was a beautiful and kind young farmer, with a thin body, a tall man, and a gentle and light walk, as if he had spared the lives of the insects on the ground because he was called the worm - not to cause them to be ruined by his own mistakes!

Nanjian watched him quietly, watching him busy in this quiet and charming manor, as if he was as focused as admiring the most conspicuous flower. At that moment, he saw not only a flower, but also a heart hidden in the young farmer's heart, more beautiful than any flower—a pure and kind heart.

When he saw Nan Jian looking at him so intently, he smiled shyly, "Nan Daxia!" he said, "Do you feel that I am useless, I get up early in the morning, I carry a hoe, and I am busy among these flowers and trees." ”

Nan Jian was surprised, since he would have such an idea. So, he shook his head in great bewilderment, "No, little worm, quite the opposite!" he said, "I admire your labor, and I admire your diligence and bravery, and I envy your happy and peaceful life." ”

Xiao Worm laughed when he heard this, "How is it possible," he said, "Nan Daxia will really make fun of me, a person who lives around some flowers, trees and seeds, how brave can he talk about, how can he be happy!"

Nan Jian was very puzzled, he really didn't understand, there was such a beautiful manor, there were so many beautiful flowers, and there were so many edible fruits for the four seasons and eight festivals. "And what kind of life do you want?" he asked the worm again.

"Of course, like you, wandering the world, dominating the rivers and lakes, and being a world-famous hero. ”

Hearing him say this, Nan Jian's heart suddenly chuckled, it was not ordinary sadness, it was the feeling of deep sorrow being torn apart by a beautiful coat, with bitter pain and unspeakable sorrow! So, he smiled, and at that moment his expression was even more embarrassed than the remnants of September.

At that moment, it also reminded him strongly of his beloved Ren Siyun. So, he raised his face and looked at the sun-drenched East, "That's not the case!" he said, with a tear streaming down his cheek, "Little worm, when you really have this kind of life, you will feel helpless, in fact, it is not beautiful at all." On the contrary, it is very helpless...... Very helpless ......"

His words were as strange as the worm's mind that he couldn't understand. Therefore, people have to keep climbing until they can't walk anymore, which is everyone's sorrow!

"What do you say?" said the flower language, and he and the bird were laughing with each other, for the bird in the tree was now crying happily. Today's flower language is dressed as shy as purple grapes, and as fresh and natural as the moon and red. She wore no ornaments on her head, not even a hairpin. She just used a small velvet rope to tie her beautiful waterfall hair into a ponytail at the back of her head.

A fluttering ponytail hung down on the back of her head like that, and when the breeze blew, Nanjian smelled the fragrance of her waterfall-like hair, and the fragrance of her body like a flower. Her skirt was worn by the eldest lady when she was young, and she still shows the beauty of the morning glow on her body. As she walked along the path, she came to the side of the little yellow flower with dewdrops. So Little Yellow Flower's tears splashed her white skirt, so she stopped, looked at Little Yellow Flower with pity, and then carefully lifted the skirt that dragged the ground, light as a cloud, and walked towards Nanjian with a smile.

Seeing this, the little worm smiled, "This is the most charming morning glow love I have ever seen!" he said, "Just like the love between the breeze and the colorful clouds, what they conjure up is the most charming morning glow." ”

Nan Jian smiled, not knowing how to respond.

"Then don't look at the morning glow!" At this moment, under the east wall, the young woman with a round waist and thick shoulders shouted at him in a high voice like a trumpet, "Come over and help me, our chickens are not in good weather these two days, you help me catch them, and I will pour some herbal juice on them." ”

So, the little worm ran away, "Here it is, here it is!" he hurriedly replied, for fear that if he was late, he would be reprimanded by the woman. Because, he knew how good she was! She never looked up, never looked up at the rainbow in the sky, she only cared about her pigs, chickens, and seeds in the ground. Sometimes, when the little worm slept until midnight, he woke up lonely, opened his eyes, and he quietly looked at the woman beside him who was snoring like thunder, and he asked in his heart: "I am in your heart, is it so rare to have a chicken?"

There was no answer, only thunderous snoring was answered!

In the morning in a beautiful and picturesque manor, the feeling of holding a lover's hand is very strange and indescribable! Because it is so beautiful, so beautiful that there is no language to describe it! At this time, Nan Jian picked a small red and bright flower from among the few small flowers on the side of the path. So, Huayu leaned her sideburns on his shoulder, greeted her beloved Nanren, and put this beautiful and happy little flower on her hairpin.

Small flowers are inserted on the sideburns, and the beauty is obliquely clinging.

The morning glow reflects the clear light, and the flowers are slight.

"Nanlang," she said with a smile on her face, "your little poem is good, but it's not new enough!"

"Then what does it take to have a new idea?" Nan Jian also asked with a smile.

"Then kiss me, and I'll tell you!" So she closed her eyes slightly, and greeted him with her clean and charming forehead.

However, he didn't play according to the routine, he actually kissed her on the lips!

Then she opened her eyes and laughed loudly, "You're so bad!" she said, "unruly bad fellow!"

"I've thought of a poem now, it's definitely very innovative!" Nan Jian said with a smile.

"I'm listening!" she said, staring quietly into his face.

You, slightly closed your eyes like autumn water,

Greeting the soothing of the rising sun,

He, bowing his face deeply,

To you, to this enchanting flower,

Give a kiss!

He didn't kiss her charming forehead,

outcome

He kissed her tender lips!

As soon as she heard him finish speaking, she giggled and looked ashamed, "It's not like this, it's not like this!" she said with a smile, "Where is this poetry, it's messy, it doesn't rhyme at all!" Nan Jian smiled, and he smiled quietly. (To be continued.) )