After speaking, Yan Xiaomo threw away the flowers.

"Who said that only women can wear flowers in their hair, but not men?"

I saw Yixing pick a pink peach blossom from the branch next to him and put it in Yan Xiaomo's hair.

"Don't you think I'm a sissy?" Yan Xiaomo tilted her head and asked.

Yixing is different, and his thinking is not straight at all.

"Everyone has a love for beauty, as long as you like it, why care about other people's eyes?"

Yan Xiaomo nodded thoughtfully, she couldn't imagine that Yixing, an ancient person, would be able to say such avant-garde words.

"Yixing, I think I admire you."

She very much agrees with Yixing's point of view, as long as she likes it, why care about other people's eyes.

"Brother Xing, can I also make a chrysanthemum on my head?"

Xuan Ce's eyes blinked and stared at Yixing.

Yan Xiaomo listened to Xuan Ce's words, her brain was a ball of twine, this Xuan Ce was too ......

"What flowers are not good, you have to use chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums ......" Yan Xiaomo wanted to say that chrysanthemums were ass, but something suddenly stopped in her mind.

Chrysanthemum is a fart 1 eye This kind of thing is known to modern people, and I guess he doesn't know the meaning of chrysanthemum when I tell Xuan Ce.

"Chrysanthemum, what's wrong with chrysanthemum, I just like chrysanthemum, Brother Xing has said it, why should I care about other people's eyes if I like it?"

Xuan Ce was not convinced, the chrysanthemum fragrance was fierce, more fragrant than peach blossoms.

"Chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums are not as beautiful as peach blossoms."

Yan Xiaomo was a little hesitant, and she didn't look at what chrysanthemums were said by modern people.

Otherwise, everyone doesn't have so many misunderstandings about chrysanthemums.

"But I like it."

"Okay, if you like it." Yan Xiaomo glanced at Yixing on the side helplessly, and saw that Yixing had no intention of stopping it on his face, and it was estimated that Yixing didn't know what the chrysanthemum was alluding to.

After walking for a while, Yan Xiaomo, Yixing and Xuan Ce finally walked from the small road to the gate of Qianji Villa, and Xiaohong and the coachman had already caught up with the carriage from a long distance.

After all, Qianji Villa is built on the top of the mountain, and sometimes a carriage is needed to travel, so there is also a road in Qianji Villa, which is convenient to go down the mountain to buy things for life every day.

Otherwise, the up and down stairs will not exhaust people.

"The air up there is really good."

Yan Xiaomo stretched out her hands, her eyes slowly compared, and she felt the air on the top of the mountain.

She found that the environment in which Yixing lived was never bad and never let her down.

"If Xiao Jiu likes it, he can live here permanently."

Yixing looked at the curled eyelashes, which spread out like a fan, slowly moving.

"It's too intrusive."

Yan Xiaomo opened her eyes, and there was no impurity in her clear eyes, which made people feel deeply comfortable.

"Xiao Jiu, you can live here permanently, there are not many people in Qianji Villa, except for me and Brother Xing, there is no one else, you can live here as long as you want."

Xuan Ce also persuaded Yan Xiaomo to live in Qianji Villa.

If Yan Jiu is here, if he leaves Qianji Villa, he is not afraid that Brother Xing will stay alone in the villa and be lonely.

"By the way, I don't know where you're from, Xiao Jiu, and your accent doesn't sound like you're from Lin'an."

Xuan Ce then remembered to ask Yan Xiaomo's home address, but he didn't realize that he didn't ask Yan Jiu's hometown.

Because of that sense of familiarity in his heart, he forgot that there was such a thing.