Flower wine

Precious but full of sincerity, a poor scholar poured all his wealth into this self-polished bracelet. With apprehension and anticipation, he walked around the Wanjing Villa several times, and finally when Tang Wanrou went out for a spring break, he gave it to him with both hands. superior.

"The coral in the palm is not to be pitied." Xiao Lang has intentions, and Goddess has intentions. The pair of mandarin ducks still broke through the obstacles of the Tang family, and finally tied the knot, loving each other.

Perhaps God was jealous of this pair of winged birds. One day Chen Shan got up in the morning and accidentally fell on the rockery. His head was broken and his brain was broken. He drove west in a few days.

The elder sister's heart also went with her lover, and because she still had to take care of the young Qingchen, she could only live strong, guarding the coral bracelet that had been extremely smooth to the touch every day, and her heart was like stagnant water.

Time flies, as if a lifetime has passed, even her daughter has reached the age of marriage, and she has found a lover. Tang Wanrou's sorrow is somewhat gratified.

The road towards Chen Shan is getting closer and closer.

Tang Muke has been by his sister's side for many years, so he doesn't know the infinite pain and bondage in her heart. He gently put his hands on Tang Wanrou's shoulders, and said with ease: "I said sister, you are thinking too far. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it be in the morning and evening; secondly, no one knows the future, why not live in the present; as for the third..." Tang Muke intentionally elongated his voice, squinting at Tang Wanrou, A look of gloating.

Tang Wanrou was puzzled, and urged: "What is it?"

Tang Muke smirked: "This is the third one, maybe people still look down on your precious daughter!"

This sentence was like a hornet's nest, Tang Wanrou immediately became neither gentle nor gentle, and said angrily: "What kind of fairy is he, how dare you look down on Chen'er! My Chen'er is more than enough to marry the prince, not to mention his body A brat who has no money to send to others!"

Tang Muke saw a good show, laughed, and jokingly said: "Hey sister, it's hard to talk about feelings, in case you just don't like it, Chen'er said that you will not marry unless you are the one, but you Mother, you can understand her temper very well."

Tang Wanrou was stunned for a moment when she heard "I don't want to marry unless you are this gentleman", she slowly sat on the grand teacher's chair, staring blankly at the coral bracelet on her wrist.

Seeing this, Tang Mu knew that the joke had gone too far, so he squatted down obediently, and leaned beside his sister, watching her quietly in a daze.

Not long after, Tang Wanrou raised her head as if she had made up her mind, and looked firmly into Tang Muke's eyes: "Then tie him up, tie him up in Chen'er's room, and never let him go out for the rest of his life."

Tang Muke was shocked when he heard the tiger's body, and his heart was broken. The elder sister's doting became indiscriminate, and Jiang Xi might not even have the room to refuse.

Jiang Xi didn't know that good things were coming for him, and he injured his shoulder in the morning with Tang Muke. At this time, he was rubbing medicinal wine for himself in the room.

Tang Muke hit his right shoulder with two palms, one palm in front and the other behind, very symmetrical.

"This weird old bastard." Jiang Xi scolded in his heart while spreading the medicinal wine in the palm of his hand.Suddenly, an even weirder image of an old miscellaneous hair came to mind, with pink temples and pink robes, and other kind of hot eyes, not to mention how embarrassing it is.

Jiang Xiwu smiled to himself, master and uncle are all people who love him infinitely, there is no way to repay this love in this life.

Jiang Xi dipped his left hand in the medicinal wine and rubbed the blood on his right back shoulder vigorously.This miscellaneous hair strikes very hard, as soon as it touches it, it hurts like a termite biting a bone.

He couldn't help but "baring", just happened to be bumped into by Hu Die who entered the door.

"Let me help you." Hu Die said calmly, expressionless.Jiang Xi was noncommittal, and silently handed the medicinal wine to Hu Die.

Hu Die took it, rubbed it in the palm of his hand to warm it up, and then drew up the spirit energy to rub the medicinal wine for Jiang Xi.

Jiang Xi probably didn't expect Hu Die's action of ironing the paste. He was stunned for a moment, and still didn't say a word. He closed his eyes quietly, feeling the movement and repair of spiritual power injected into the muscles, and felt that Hu Die's hand was like a daughter's. Like soft touch.

Jiang Xi is no longer as delicate and thin as a teenager, but has a lot of burly and tall temperament of an adult man, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, tangled muscles, exuding a strong masculine atmosphere.

It's been a long time since he looked at Little Butterfly so frankly and ecstatically. The Deng Tuzi on the shore of the Qinhuai River in Dabo, seemed to be a flash in the pan, but in the following many times, he tightly wrapped himself up and shut him down. stand up.

But now, with the victory at the bottom of Jianchi, the suppressed emotions and heart began to be released like cocoons, and he finally dared to look directly into his heart.

His hands were trembling as well, and his eyes, as if about to imprint, stared deeply at Hu Die's eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips.

He felt like he hadn't had such a good look at his little butterfly in years.

In March of Yangchun, the willows are flying cotton, drunk with peach blossoms.

Recalling the year when I was with you, the flowers fell together.

In the windy and moonlit night in the Qinhuai small building, Pianpian met at the beginning of his youth.

Hu Die was flattered. The extravagant hope deeply buried in his heart, the beginning of a century of bitterness and sweetness, the longing for the breakthrough of the world of fireworks, the anxiety of three years of painstaking care and sincerity, and the grievance of hope but elusive, all converged in In the hot tears in the bright red eyes at this moment.

"What a shame," he thought.

After three years of forbearance and love, I finally got this affectionate look at this moment, and it was worth it.

Jiang Xi didn't suffer, Hu Die's fiery and devout eyes have been cast on him for three years, people are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless.

But he couldn't get around this circle, like if he faced his feelings directly, he would lose and be weak.

Pretend to be strong, wrap yourself up, and build a thick heart wall, as if this is safe, and no one can see it.

The two gradually moved closer together, and couldn't help getting closer. Jiang Xi's lips trembled involuntarily, and Hu Die couldn't bear the boiling emotion in his heart anymore.

He hugged Jiang Xi tightly, and pressed his lips hard on his.

At that moment, the spring is warm and the flowers are fragrant, the sky is clear, and the fireworks in my heart are blooming.

Jiang Xi's eyes widened, she couldn't believe what happened, but half of her body softened like a ghost, unable to resist.

"Little butterfly, you..." Jiang Xi said vaguely.

The feeling of getting it is much better than looking at plums to quench thirst.

Waiting is bitter, but kissing is sweet.

Hu Die suddenly remembered the wine between flowers that his master had said, thinking about it, Jiang Xi is a flower, he is a butterfly, and the tenderness at this moment is wine.

The two kissed so breathlessly that Jiang Xi finally pushed Hu Di away.Jiang Xi was amazed, how could the second junior brother, who usually doesn't show any signs of leaking water, have the momentum of being overwhelmed by mountains and rotten, and he is even more like a disciple than a disciple.

A room is quiet and full of beauty.

"Why is it so quiet?" A voice rang out unexpectedly, rushed into the room, and accidentally broke the voice.

Bai Qing jumped into the room three times at a time, and Jiang and Hu suddenly opened up the distance. They were thousands of miles away from each other, so Bai Qing watched for a long time, only to realize that the two of them were standing in the room in a strange posture .

Bai Qing has always been too lazy to use his brain, and he didn't notice the strange atmosphere in the room, so he came directly to Jiang Xi.

His elder brother was facing the wall, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.After being patted several times by Bai Qing, he turned to look at him.

Bai Qing was startled by this glance: "Brother, why is your mouth swollen into a sausage? Is your skin bleeding?"

He turned his head to look at Hu Die who was also facing the wall on the other side, rolled his eyes, understood, and wailed, "Why are you fighting again! How old are you!"

"How can I be worthy of the spirit of Master and his old man!"

Jiang Xi rolled his eyelids expressionlessly, thinking that if Master Xindao knew how they fought, he would be so angry that he would come to life.

Bai Qing howled for a while and then stopped, feeling that he was a clean stream in the sect, he didn't fight, and he didn't like men.

When he thought of Duanxiu, his mind suddenly lit up like a flash of lightning. Could these two be...

Before he could draw a beautiful picture in his mind, Jiang Xi pulled him back to the world with a burst of chestnut.

Jiang Xi had just broken through the third hurdle of the commoner school's unique learning in the morning, and her strength increased sharply with the comfortable aura, making Bai Qing dizzy from playing.

Bai Qing rolled her eyes and leaned on the chair as if she had no bones, secretly thinking that her life was miserable.

The whole world is turbid, but he wakes up alone.Thinking about the purpose of this trip, he said neither dead nor alive, "Master Uncle said he has something good to see you, so he wants you to go to his study."

engagement

White clouds and gray dogs, the wind is overwhelming, silk and bamboo are leisurely, and the sky is clear.

Jiang Xi didn't know what Tang Muke was looking for him to talk about. He tasted the beauty of love for the first time, but for a moment, he wanted to be addicted to it.

From the door, you need to cross the Wanjing Villa to reach Tang Muke's study.The study is built against the mountain, surrounded by streams, and is full of plum trees, which are not like ordinary red plums, but also rare white plums.

The fallen flowers are colorful, the grass is delicious, and it is quiet and pleasant. It can be regarded as a fairyland on earth.Tang Muke spends most of his time in the study, and if there is nothing to disturb him, he can sit from dawn to sunset.Quietly staring at a painting that no one can understand, face sinking like water, using time to churn through the past in memory.

The breeze is curling up, and the plum fragrance is refreshing.It is similar to Jiangxi's Green Bamboo Garden in those days.

The door of the study was wide open.Jiang Xi gently knocked on the door, and said softly, "Uncle Master!"

Tang Muke sat on the grand teacher's chair, staring blankly at the never-ending painting on the wall.

The painting is nothing special, the setting sun is setting, the smoke is curling up, a small courtyard, and a few chickens and ducks are chasing and playing in the yard.On the dining table in the yard are several dishes, a jug of wine and two wine glasses.The gurgling stream in front of the door, the bright and charming sunset in the distance, reveal the meaning of tranquility in the world everywhere.

The painting is a good painting, but I heard from the old man in Wanjing Villa that Tang Muke has been looking at it for 20 years.