"How is it? It's sweet, isn't it?"
she asked with a smile.
He had a mouthful of sweet potato meat in his mouth and was reluctant to swallow it.
Hearing her ask, he nodded vigorously.
He grew up eating sweet potatoes.
The rice is not enough, so sweet potatoes and wild vegetables are used to make up for it.
But this sweet potato is so sweet!
It's like being soaked in honey water. Before I swallow it, it's sweet all the way to my heart...
Two roasted sweet potatoes, easily destroyed by two people.
Touching her swollen belly, Yang Ruoqing let out a sigh of satisfaction!
"Hey, this guy, it doesn't matter whether you have a lot of money or a small family."
"In the final analysis, living in this world is all about this food."
After eating, her emotion came.
Luo Fengtang listened with a smile, picked up a burnt branch and scratched it casually on the ground...
"Just like me, I have eaten and drank enough now to satisfy my appetite."
"Even if the delicacies of mountains and seas are placed in front of me, I'm not interested anymore."
She patted her belly and said.
Luo Fengtang nodded seriously.
"Qing'er is right." He praised.
She smiled without blushing: "Hehe, of course, otherwise, how can I teach you and solve your doubts?"
He smiled too.
This girl is reserved and reserved, and seems to have no connection with her.
Careless and unpretentious.
This is what attracted him to her!
"What are you rowing at? Let me take a look!"
She came closer and poked her head to look at the place where his branches were scratched.
However, he blocked it.
"Don't read it, it's not written right!"
He looked a little panicked, but his face turned red.
This piqued her curiosity even more.
"An ugly daughter-in-law must meet her parents-in-law. I am your teacher. No matter how ugly the words are, I will read them!"
She pulled him aside and stared at the words on the ground.
Her expression was a little weird, and she couldn't help but grin.
Luo Cha Cha Cha Cha Yang Cha Cha...
"Tangyaozi, what do you want to express by making so many crosses on the ground?"
She looked up, confused.
Luo Fengtang scratched his head and glanced at the 'masterpiece' on the ground, feeling a little embarrassed.
"You're not a teacher, guess what!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing tilted her head, staring at the pile of forks on the ground, racking her brains to think...
"Oh, it's so profound, it's almost like Martian literature!"
she muttered.
"Please announce the answer quickly, I'm going to lose my mind!"
She cooed at him.
Luo Fengtang chuckled and leaned against her ear.
"Luo Fengtang likes Yang Ruoqing!"
Well……
Yang Ruoqing was stunned.
She remembered that she was now teaching him how to recognize hundreds of family names.
He learned the words Yang and Luo.
But I haven't had time to learn the four characters involved in the two people's names.
No wonder there are so many circles in this place.
She couldn't help but laugh.
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach!"
"The mystery hidden between the lines of your words is so profound!"
she quipped.
"Come on, let me teach you how to write our names!"
She then picked up a branch, squatted on the ground, and started writing stroke by stroke.
Luo Fengtang's eyes followed her hand extremely seriously.
Keep the strokes of every word firmly in mind.
"Luo...feng...tang...begonia flower's tang."
"Yang... Ruo... Qing... Qing on a sunny day."
As she wrote it to him, she explained what each word meant.
Luo Fengtang nodded.
She picked up her branch and traced the names of the two people she had written once again.
She looked at the two empty spaces between their names.
He frowned: "I should add something here."
like?
Rare?
Like it?
He was considering it.
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.
She reached out her hand and pressed it on the back of his hand holding the branch.
His hands were big, and hers were much smaller than his.
However, this does not prevent her from guiding him.
"Come, let's add some together!"
She whispered, holding his hand and moving it to the empty seat between the two people's names.
Draw two 'hearts'.
It was like moving the two beating red hearts in their chests to this ground.
It's very quiet in Shanchong, with the occasional mountain breeze blowing.
Neither man spoke.
His eyes fell on the two people's clasped hands, and the two hearts slowly forming under the branches...
The mountain breeze lifted her hair.
Brushing his cheek.
He pursed his lips tightly and smelled the faint fragrance of her hair.
My heart is drunk.
From the corner of her eye, she occasionally glanced at his neatly profiled face.
His facial features and eyebrows were all the way she liked.
She didn't belong to this world in the first place.
She is just a ray of soul from thousands of years in the future.
In the past, people could come and go freely, and there was no obstacle between heaven and earth.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a sense of fear.
She was afraid that God would play a joke on her again and send her back.
She doesn't want to leave.
Here, she has a bond.
She wanted to look at him more.
His young and handsome face was something she was determined to carve into the depths of her soul.
Time flies, no matter where we are in time and space.
She won't even forget him!
"Qing'er, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?"
His voice brought her wandering thoughts back to reality.
She came to her senses, smiled and said haha.
"Haha, such a good student is so handsome, I can't help but be a little distracted as a teacher."
"Is this really the case?"
he asked with a suspicious look on his face.
He believed his eyes.
At that moment, Qing'er looked at him differently than before.
For the first time, he saw something called fear and sadness in her eyes.
"Qing'er, if you have something you can't figure out, remember to tell me."
He turned sideways, stared into her eyes, and said seriously.
"Don't hold it in alone. Tell me and we can find a way to deal with it together. Okay?" he asked again.
Yang Ruoqing smiled.
Silly boy, in front of the way of heaven, we are just pieces on a chessboard.
Wherever we are placed, we must stay there obediently.
But she still nodded happily: "Well, great!"
Luo Fengtang then showed a relieved smile, and he freed up his other hand to rub the top of her hair.
"That's good!"
Forehead……
Yang Ruoqing's head was covered with black lines.
"Come on, let's continue painting, we're not done yet!"
She said, holding his hand again and guiding him.
Add an arrow to those two hearts.
"Hey, why are you drawing arrows? This is bad and unlucky!"
Luo Fengtang said, wanting to wipe off the arrow and start over.
Stopped by Yang Ruoqing.
"This arrow is not the one in your hand that will break your heart into pieces."
she explained.
"Then what kind of arrow is this?" he asked.
She said: "This is called Cupid's arrow."
"Who is Cupid?" he asked.
"Is he also a character from the world in Qing'er's dream?" he asked again.
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
"Cupid is the god of love," she said.
"Aphrodisiac?"
His eyes brightened instantly.
"Isn't that Yue Lao who is in charge of marriage?" he asked.
'Pfft...'
Yang Ruoqing smiled.
"You can say that. However, there are two types of Cupid's arrows."
