80s: Little Sweet Wife

Although Fenghuang Mountain is not high, it takes an hour to climb to the top of the mountain. His eyebrows are slightly panting, but Yan Mingshun's face does not change. There are many people on the top of the mountain. Many people are taking pictures, and some people are shouting at the bottom of the mountain. It's to vent the anger in my heart. ? www.suimeng.lā

"There are a lot of September berries here, none of them are broken!"

Meimei looked at a large piece of September berries on the small **** in surprise. They were as red as agate and embedded in the vines. Next to them were the blooming T. tumefaciens flowers. The white flowers were one after another. , exudes an attractive fragrance, attracting countless bees and butterflies.

On another hillside, there is another beautiful scene. Low wild chrysanthemums cover the soil slope, and the golden flowers dance in the wind, standing proudly and full of vitality.

Meimei felt a move in her heart, took out a pen and paper from her bag, and just stood there and quickly sketched, such a beautiful scene, she had to draw it so that she could use it in her new book.

Let her heroine and hero start their first kiss in such a beautiful scenery, it must be sweet!

She painted quickly and finished in a few minutes. She took several beautiful photos with her camera before she started picking September berries.

Yan Mingshun picked up several stalks of dog's tail grass, removed the leaves and seeds, leaving only the clean stems. He put the picked red berries on the grass stems. One straw stem can string dozens of red raspberries. , and then tie a knot, the red and bright, more beautiful than the agate necklace.

Meimei ate it while picking, and fed it to Yan Mingshun from time to time. The two enjoyed the meal. It seemed that they had returned to the happy time in Mojia Village. At that time, Yan Mingshun also took her to the mountains to find wild berries.

The other young people were also interested, and they picked it up. Seeing that there were already a lot of eyebrows, they gave the place to them and went to pick wild chrysanthemums with Yan Mingshun.

These wild chrysanthemums are very energetic and clean. They are picked and dried to make tea. Yan Xinya loves to drink scented tea.

After picking for more than an hour, the harvest was quite fruitful. Meimei got up and stuffed a large bag of wild chrysanthemums into the backpack, and put the wild berry bunches in the bag, and only carried it by hand, otherwise it would be smashed when squeezed in the backpack. Juicy.

"Brother Mingshun, take a few strings back for Grandma Yang and Grandpa Yan to eat, as well as wild chrysanthemums. I remember Grandma Yang also likes to drink flower tea."

After going down the mountain quickly, Yan Mingshun sent Meimei home. He went back to change clothes after a while, and then went to Mojia Village to visit his grandmother and uncle. In the past three years, he occasionally used potions to condition the bodies of several elderly people, and he did not dare to use too much. But the effect is very obvious, the four old people have always been very tough.

Yan Mingshun accepted it after thinking about it, and said with a smile, "Be so good, then let my grandparents give you a big red envelope."

He gave him a white brow ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But it didn't take long, and he couldn't help but laugh.

The second elder of the Yan family should know about her and Yan Mingshun's affairs, but now that she is still young, some things are not easy to put on the bright side, so they didn't break it.

But Yan Mingshun said early in the morning that as long as she graduated from high school, she would go public about their relationship and formally visit her parents, so she could no longer engage in underground activities.

Yan Mingshun sent Meimei home, chatted with Yan Xinya, and drove away.

The two elders of the Yan family are all at home, and Yan Mingda is also there, doing homework in the yard honestly. The old man is staring at him with a pointer. The old man has been bored recently and feels that it is time to spur the younger grandson, so Yan Mingda's miserable days coming.

"Grandpa and grandma, these are the wild berries and wild chrysanthemums picked by Meimei. I honor you."

Yan Mingshun put wild berries and wild chrysanthemums on the stone table. The red berries and yellow flowers are unusually beautiful.

Grandma Yang's eyes narrowed with joy, but Old Man Yan just answered in a loud voice, not looking too happy.