rebirth of wrong love farewell

The wind blew across the short hillside, and the startled brown-gray sparrows flew out from the low bushes, and the airflow brought by the flapping of the wings swept up the soil on the wet grass breath.

It's autumn, but the city still has the aftertaste of summer.For example, the little yellow flowers blooming in front of me are especially pretty in the green grass, which also adds a unique wild flavor to the lunch for the two of them.

Liang Nuoyi sat on the tablecloth and presented the delicacies he brought in front of the girl one by one.

Today's girls have changed the white shirt and jeans of the past, and put on the beautiful little floral skirt, which is more elegant and quiet, and even the always charming face is dyed with a youthful and moving melody.

Gently pressing the hem of her skirt, Lan Youruo sat down carefully and reservedly like a lady, totally no longer the usual casual manner.

Looking at her like this, the boy knew that she hadn't gotten used to the nakedness underneath. After all, she was used to wearing trousers, and she felt a little uncomfortable wearing skirts.

Finally, An An sat down on the tablecloth without showing the bottom of her skirt, and the girl rolled her long hair pouring down on her chest in distress, feeling indescribably depressed.

After arranging everything, Liang Nuoyi comforted: "Auntie just wants you to change into different styles of clothes. You are very beautiful in the skirt, and you have the elegant temperament of a goddess."

The girl who wanted to kick in the past considered that she was wearing a skirt today, so she put this idea aside for the time being.

Gently smoothing the creases on the sleeves of the skirt, the girl sighed: "If you meet someone who doesn't like you, you can't just kick it at will." She was thinking about the personal safety of the two of them. If there was a real fight, Liang San Little Yue, still needs her protection.

Looking at the thermos bottle that was opened in front of him exuding a strong smell of chicken soup, Lan Youruo picked it up, looked at the white angelica, red wolfberry, and the golden chicken oil soup inside, turned his eyes to him, and asked: " What kind of soup is this?"

Liang Nuoyi tried his best not to be so frightened, but there was an unconcealable pride in his tone: "I have cooked black chicken soup for 6 hours!"

The girl picked up the spoon and stirred it, and there was not even a little chicken foam in it except for the angelica wolfberry.Squinting her narrow and oppressive phoenix eyes, the corners of her mouth turned up frivolously, and there was a hint of displeasure in her tone: "Then, where's the chicken?"

The person who asked for praise looked at her with big innocent eyes, and said as a matter of course: "Of course the chicken is in the kitchen."

Lan Youruo pursed her lips, bent slightly, picked up the apple on the tablecloth and threw it at him.

ah?The boy caught it nimbly, turned his mind quickly, and promised the girl who was drinking the soup: "Next time, I will definitely bring the chicken too. Isn't this what the old people say soup is more nutritious? So, I talent......"

Glancing at him approvingly, Lan Youruo smiled and said, "I'm not stupid yet." She scooped it up with a spoon again, put it into her cherry lips, drank it lightly, and looked at him: "This skill can be kept at home. Be the home cook."

Swallowing, he only drank a little at home and brought it over.Listen to her clearly, what?Home cook?he?

Looking at her smiling eyes, the boy rolled his eyes, and the boy showed a provocative smile and said, "Then, I want to play with the baby. Otherwise, I don't want to stay at home."

Once again, he quickly took an orange. Should he be glad that she is wearing a skirt today?

Her charming voice came from the other side like a spirit: "You, you were born by yourself."

The boy who won the round laughed, but there was a bit of silence in his eyes, boy...

Breathing the fresh air soaked in vegetation and soil, in this piece of green, the mood is a bit more open, with a sense of laziness in the bones.

Sweeping the food aside, the two of them lay between the sky and the earth, so close to the earth, and the sky was so low, it seemed that the white clouds floating above could be plucked by the tentacles.

A small cotton and white floral dress wraps the graceful curves of a 17-year-old girl who has just grown up, which is full enough to be grasped. The slender figure and peerless face all appear so indifferent and pure in the blue sky and white clouds. It's like a piece of raw jade that has not been carefully polished but already has □ □ value.

The wind blew gently and the birds sang softly. The hair of the two of them spread out on the tablecloth, and the long hair with black luster reflecting the ripples in the sun was entangled with the short and fine hair.

The two lay facing each other, head to head, but the direction of their feet seemed to be a straight line with no end.

The two closed their eyes, feeling the moist feeling of being surrounded and cared for by nature, and felt peaceful in their hearts.

The author has something to say: Thank you, the other side~

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