Wang Yue Han

"Okay, stop making trouble." Jiang Zihan glared at Lu Zhuofeng, then pulled Mohan to her face, and asked her: "Mohan, who gave you this name? It sounds nice." ;"Really! Really! I also think it sounds good!" Mo Han jumped happily, stopped and then said: "Brother Zihan, there is a word Han in your name, and I have it too. You say, Don't we have a great destiny!"; "Go, go, what do you know about fate, your elder brother Zihan asked you something, why didn't you answer it, I really want to know who it is, with such a vulgar name It’s only the two of you who think it sounds good.” Lu Zhuofeng spread his hands, anyway, he and Jiang Zihan have never liked it; “You don’t understand! Brother Zihan, let me tell you, the one who named me is also a beautiful brother. Mo Han thought for a while, fearing that Lu Zhuofeng would hear the next few words, he lowered his voice and approached Jiang Zihan's ear and said, "Although he is a little worse than you, but he is better than you." Brother Zhuofeng, it must be more than enough, at least he is as tall as you."; "Hey, little rabbit, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will really beat you back to your original shape!" Lu Zhuofeng He eavesdropped on the whispers of those two people, although he knew the childish words, but he threatened Mo Han casually as if he was serious, thinking that he was also a beauty envied by everyone in the three months of fireworks, how did he come here? Is the little rabbit not as good as his friends?

Mo Han stuck out his tongue at him, and then continued to say to Jiang Zihan: "My pretty brother won't let me tell others what his name is. After you sent me back that day, a few days later, my pretty brother came to live in the mountains. I asked him He didn’t tell me if he was also a demon spirit. That beautiful brother is really good. He can not only dance swords, but also play the flute, but there is one thing wrong. He often looks at the bamboo forest on the mountain alone in a daze. They don’t even play with me! I’m bored to death by myself, and I don’t dare to sneak down the mountain to play! But today is Chinese Valentine’s Day, so I came here to see if I can meet you, and it turned out to be true Let me meet you!"; the little girl Taotao kept telling Jiang Zihan what she was thinking about, but what she saw was not a flute, but a flute, and Yan Ziyao stood facing the wind from time to time, with a ring fingertip twirling; Lu Zhuofeng saw through the girl Something on her mind, smiled and sarcastically said: "How old are you? Is Qixi Festival related to you?"; "Huh, of course it is related!" When I came here, I saw there is a Yuelao Temple in the west of the city, can you accompany me to go shopping?"; "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Yuelao Temple, that is the place where the big girls go to seek marriage, you go What are you doing?" Lu Zhuofeng sighed again and again, although he also wanted to go to the Yuelao Temple to ask for a marriage sign or something; "It has nothing to do with you!" Mo Han was more fierce than Lu Zhuofeng, and pulled Jiang Zihan to act coquettishly: "Brother Zihan, why don't you just go with me, okay?"; Jiang Zihan couldn't bear the silver light in those eyes staring at him, and couldn't refuse that trace of tenderness, so he finally agreed happily.

On Qixi Festival, pedestrians are in pairs on the street, men are carrying rouge flower hairpins for their beauties, women are wearing cloth ink fans for their lovers, in short, Mo Han has a look at every stall in the market, and finally stops at an old man In front of the hairpin stand, he stared intently at a silver hairpin. This hairpin is mainly entangled with flowers around the waist, decorated with butterflies spreading their wings, and there is a little vermilion in the entanglement of flowers around the waist. The old man Gu Tan was amiable and asked with a smile: " Little girl who is as beautiful as a flower and jade, but you have taken a fancy to this red bean hairpin?" Mo Han nodded wildly, she had silver taels in her purse, but she hoped that Jiang Zihan would buy it and give it to her, and Jiang Zihan was still behind, not in a hurry, She hurriedly said: "Brother Zihan, come here quickly."; the summer is scorching hot, the weather is a little hot, Jiang Zihan's ink fan is shaking slightly, plain clothes are leisurely, when he hears Mohan calling him, he gently put away the ink fan, walked to The old man asked in front of the booth: "What's the matter?"; "Brother Zihan, is this red bean hairpin good-looking?" Mo Han held the red bean hairpin and shook it lightly in front of his face. It’s pretty, but it’s a pity, it’s not suitable for you.” Lu Zhuofeng snatched the red bean hairpin and compared it on Mo Han’s head. The girl’s hair was not combed into a bun, her lips were red and her teeth were as white as fat. Before Jiang Zihan said anything more, the children beside the old man babbled and sang: "Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches will come out in spring. May you pick more. This thing is the most lovesick, this thing is the most lovesick..."; "It's worked for you guys. The child's father has been studying for several years and often teaches the child some poetry and songs." The old man scratched his head, giggling; Jiang Zihan took the hairpin from Lu Zhuofeng's hand and looked at it for a while , Although Acacia Red Bean is beautiful, it does not match the girl's age. He said: "Students are very good, but this hairpin is not needed now."; "Ah..." Jiang Zihan returned the hairpin, and Mo Han was Extremely reluctant, especially after he turned around, a boy in commoner bought a red bean hairpin and inserted it into the hair of the woman next to her, which made her feel even more uncomfortable.

It was just after noon, and the streets had already started to play, and the Qixi Magpie Bridge Festival was about to begin. Mo Han walked behind silently with his head down. In the Yuelao Temple in the west of the city, talented scholars and beauties, farmers and jade, all brought a few joss sticks and came to pay respects. Worshiping Yuelao for a good relationship, Jiang Zihan didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, so he didn't go to worship, only accompanied Mohan and Lu Zhuofeng, and let them go; Going to unwrap the lottery, Lu Zhuofeng did not go with her this time, but stood with Jiang Zihan, poked Jiang Zihan's shoulder and said: "I'm afraid this little girl has fallen in love with you."; It seems that she is just a little girl, how can she know what love is..." Jiang Zihan looked at the lottery booth, because it was the Chinese Valentine's Day, so she was a little busy; "Look, she hugs and hugs you as soon as she sees you. Let’s not talk about it, let’s talk about the red bean hairpin. What does red bean mean? Acacia, if this little elf really likes that hairpin, wouldn’t she buy it herself? Why did she ask you if you look good instead of me? Isn’t it obvious that she wants you to buy it for her? Also, for you, she actually looks down on me, the fox king, who is so stunning! It’s in the eyes of beholders Do Xishi understand you?" Lu Zhuofeng groaned, although Jiang Zihan was indeed handsome and suave, but he couldn't ignore his stunning beauty as the fox king, there was a little sour smell in the air, and there was a little worry, Others don't know what's on Jiang Zihan's mind, how can he not know?This little rabbit spirit is probably doomed to be hurt...

"Did you read too many dramas? The little girl is simple, so she doesn't have the complicated thoughts you said." The ink fan slammed on Lu Zhuo's limelight, and he still didn't believe it. He saved the rabbit's life by himself. I would like to agree with my body; "Oh, it hurts! Can't you hit it lightly!" His forehead was hit hard, and the pain caused Lu Zhuofeng to wail. He pouted and muttered: "The little girl in the mortal world It's really simple, but don't forget, she is a rabbit spirit, a cunning rabbit can have three holes, can't she fall in love with you like a rabbit spirit?"; it seems to be the same reason, but Jiang Zihan thinks that in this life Will not be contaminated with love anymore, because he is a bamboo with no heart, if he has no heart, how can he love?But he was sentimental, unintentional and sentimental. He hurt others and himself the most, and finally ended up with bruises all over his body; Wrong."; "That's fine, I have no intentions, so I don't need it.";

Is there really no need for this?So what are you doing day and night?Or are you unable to accept that the person you fall in love with is also a seven-foot boy?The authorities are confused by the onlookers, and Lu Zhuofeng absolutely dare not question him face to face with these words. If loving or not loving is hurting, then there is one person who turns around first, and there is less helplessness...

There was another woman in front of Mo Han who came to her, Lu Zhuofeng grabbed the topknot of Mo Han's head from behind, and smiled: "You don't need to ask, you and your elder brother Zi Han are not destined."; Great Compassion: Hearing that the person he likes has nothing to do with him, Mo Han jumped anxiously and asked: "Why!"; "Because he already has a lover." Lu Zhuofeng answered seriously;

"Ghosts believe you!" During their conversation, Mr. Xiezhi had finished explaining to the two girls in front, and Mo Han happily handed over the bamboo stick: "Mr. Trouble, help me untie the stick!"; Looking forward, waiting for the answer from the husband, but the fortune teller only read the two poems on the signature, and frowned: "Flowers are intentional, water is ruthless, little girl, you are the one who signed it, the fate is heaven!" Ding, the person the girl desires has already been destined for someone else, and those two will be entangled for life and death forever."; "Liar! You must be a liar! I don't believe in destiny? Brother Zihan must He likes me, otherwise how could he save me and buy me candied haws!" Mo Han was hit hard, and ran out crying, "Hey... old man, I have worked for several years, how can I deceive believers." The old gentleman sighed softly and waited for the next person to untie the lottery; this marriage, Yuelao had already established the thread a long time ago, and mortals can only see through a little bit of destiny...