In Canghai's view, getting lost is probably the same as "planting flowers with intention but not blooming, and unintentionally planting willows and willows without blooming". That is, if you get lost and get lost to his part, you go or don't walk, the fan is there, not sad or happy; you are gray or not discouraged, the fan is still there, not coming or going; you scold or not scold the street, the fan is still there, not increasing or decreasing; you let go or don't give up, the lost road is under your feet, and I will not give up on you.

So I can completely imagine how many circles Canghai has circled in the small maze. It's really confusing, why the IQ of the son always succeeds and turns evil into good fortune.

It wasn't until the young man, who had turned to a small bowl of rice, was hungry that he decided to terminate the plan of choosing a small path for the big road and got out of the grass.

It is still the same stone-walled courtyard. It seems very remote.

and desolate.

But it's not too small.

The yellow grass is clustered all around, the fallen leaves are all over the ground, and it is mildew because it has not been swept for a long time and covered with snow water, and the smell is rotten but fragrant. As soon as the sun is exposed to moisture, the moisture is steaming, and the cool water is moist and moist on the tip of the nose of the sea. It's such a place, and there are still people who can't go around.

It was a girl with a bun. The hairline is clear and marked, the green clouds are like satin, the neck is slender and slender, the waist is light, and she is wearing a powder blue cotton skirt. The whole body is plain, but it is indescribably good-looking and mu.

Canghai squatted in the grass and looked at her almost graceful back, and opened his eyes in a daze, he was stupid.

Because the girl's back is too much like a person.

I thought about it for a long time.

The flowers and leaves are deep.

The shadow of the face that had not sounded for a long time exploded in his mind, and the thousands of fragments that collapsed were pierced into Canghai's heart one by one. His hands were drained of his strength by heartache, but he used all his life to clamp on another life, and Huang Cao snorted.

A very slight sound.

But it resounded because of the silence in the courtyard.

The girl raised her face, as if stunned for a moment, and Fang slowly turned her face.

The heart of the sea stopped beating in an instant.

There is simply no time to organize.

Preparation for the re-see. Canghai panicked and wanted to escape, but he couldn't give up. He was nailed to the spot in the violent beating after the instantaneous arrest of the heart.

Turning cheeks, delicate facial features, willow eyebrows with worry, and eyes with sorrow, I feel pity.

Canghai sat on the ground with both feet weak. The right hand struggled to grasp the heart of the shirt. Eyes are wet.

The girl's waist was twisted slightly, the red belt hung down to her knees, and she was holding a long-handled hoe in both hands, trembling and frightened.

The two looked at each other for a long Tanabata Festival.

“...... You scared me to death. "Canghai Road.

The girl shuddered.

Not a small flower. No.

At that moment, I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Whether to be happy or sorry. In short, the sentence "You scared me to death" wrapped thousands of words, a child.

The girl was on a hoe and could not speak.

Canghai Fang slowly crawled out of the grass with shaking hands and feet, straightened out the placket, tugged the hem of the clothes, brushed the front piece, selected a dead leaf from his head, and smiled gently: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." ”

The girl frowned, but slowly lowered her tense shoulders as if she had relaxed her vigilance.

Canghai also breathed a sigh of relief, gently lifted his footsteps, and slowly leaned towards her.

The girl was frightened and did not move.

The empty courtyard, the wild and lonely bricks, the sea is in the middle of the Quartet.

Murderous!

Suddenly, a force of all directions, outflanking the raid!

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