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Yun Xiangxiang smiled at him, and waved the hand holding the skirt, and the gauze rose up. Her soft and slender waist, long and slender arms, and straight and slender legs danced with the wind. .

The wind blew gently, and occasionally peach blossoms flew over to become her embellishment.

She wore a turquoise skirt, with a towering peak behind her, blooming clusters of bright peach flowers.

In a piece of intoxicating pink, her vivid green, like a piece of clear water sliding in her heart, is refreshing and sweet.

There is no melody, no law, she just dances as she pleases.

Like a butterfly spreading its wings, it can be turned away and disappeared at any time, so Song Mian wants to imprison her for a moment, and she is not allowed to go anywhere. The urge to lose is almost engulfing his reason.

Love, care, is probably such an uncontrollable thing.

Yun thinks that she dances heartily, except for a thin layer of sweat on her body, her small face is also stained with a beautiful blush because of the exhaustion of physical strength.

"Is it good-looking?" Yun thinks of running to Song Mian to ask for praise.

"Good-looking, the most beautiful dance I have ever seen." Song Mian praised seriously.

"Fool me again, you have been in and out of various feasts of celebrities since childhood, what kind of dance haven't been seen on the spot?" Yun thought dissatisfied.

"Those are not for me alone, only you are." Song Mian took her hand and walked back. "Only you can appreciate the dance you dance."

"Mr. Song's mouth is always covered with honey." Yun thinks of being amused.

"Mr. Song's mouth and Mr. Song's honey belong to Miss Yun." Song Mian's mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter.

Yun thinks about admitting defeat: "I'm not as numb as you, I'll go back and take a bath."

Sticky, Yun thought it was uncomfortable at all. She went back to take a bath. She was in the library in the afternoon, but instead of reading books, she was doing her homework on the weekend. Song Mian took a computer and accompanied her. she was.

She does homework and he works.

If there is something that I don’t understand, Song Mian is by his side. He always whispered so softly and explained to her so gently and patiently.

In the evening, Song Yao prepared a lot of marinated barbecues. There are open-air barbecues here. Everyone was in a group, and the children were also happy to eat by themselves.

Although the three boys have a lot of fun, they still do their work when they should do their homework, so Yun thinks they are not constrained.

After eating, Song Mian took Yun Xiang's hand and walked to the hillside outside the manor. There was a small pavilion, the highest place here, and the evening breeze was a little bit cool. Song Mian took off his coat and draped it over Yun Xiangxiang's body.

"Are you cold?" Yun thought about watching Song Mian, who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, with healthy skin and arms all exposed.

Song Mian is not the kind of person who looks very thin, but does not feel very strong, but the muscles on his arm are extremely tight.

The last time Yun Xiang thought about seeing the shirt stretched, it was a little itchy, but it was difficult to start with the video. Now Song Mian is close, Yun Xiang thinks that it is not polite, she reached out and poked his arm, really The skin is thick and thick.

Song Mian was particularly helpless by Yun think about this mischievous move. She wrapped her tender little hands with big palms spoiledly, and did not forget to scare her: "The night is dark and windy, lonely and widowed, you dare to provoke me, Watch out for my brutality."

Yun thought about it and smiled, but dared not continue to provoke him. He could only change the subject himself, looking at the dark night: "Is there really a meteor shower tonight?"

"There should be." Song Mianye's ability to observe the sky is not illuminated.

"Should????" Yun Jun couldn't help but think of Song Mian's uncertain tone.

"It's not something that you control, so don't talk full, especially in front of your girlfriend." Song Mian didn't want to lose face in the end.

"If it doesn't matter, I'm very happy to be able to enjoy this starry sky quietly with you." Yun thinks leaning on his shoulder, the psychedelic and clear eyes cast into the deep night sky.

Song Mian embraced Yun and thought about it: "If not, I will let him spend the winter in pain and let him know how serious the consequences of my girlfriend's empty joy are."

"Just for a meteor shower, you still have to worry about other people." Yun thought about crying and laughing.

"I don't care about him, because everyone knows that I am busy, and I don't have time to give him a few shots to relieve the pain, and it is reasonable." Song Mian said reasonably, "rest assured, the pain can't kill people, but also Can sharpen the heart."

Yun thinks about...

This man is afraid of being a devil.

Someone far away is at the observatory, using his astronomical telescope to continue to watch, inexplicably back spine is cold, the old cold leg is just in early spring, when it is about to be warm, why did it suddenly hurt?

Probably God is sorry for his old bone. When his old cold legs began to ache again, Yun thinks about finally seeing a meteor across the sky. At first it was two or three, and soon the more Come denser.

Yun thinks that this is the first time such a beautiful meteor shower has been seen so close, stretching out from the darkness and swaying the bright starlight to the unknown distance.

Once she had no idea about this kind of thing, and always felt that the thinking of those who called romance was difficult to understand.

But when she was on her own, she stood with her favorite people and looked at this beautiful night scene. She really felt that this was a precious memory that she would never forget.

I don't know how, she looked sour with sour eyes, her eyes swaying from the starlight were foggy all the time.

"What's wrong?" Song Mian looked at Yun's reaction and was a little overwhelmed.

"No, I'm moved." Since Song Mian saw it, Yun directly wiped the corners of his eyes when he thought about it, "I don't know why, I'm very happy, I'm particularly touched, I especially want to cry..."

Yun thought about it and cried on Song Mian's shoulder.

Song Mian really didn't know how to react except hug Yun gently.

In his heart, Yun Xiang thinks of being a strong, optimistic, and independent woman who is soft on the outside.

Never thought she would be such a little woman, making him love and distressed.

In fact, no matter how strong the female man is, there is a cute girl in her heart, and this cute girl needs someone to pamper her.

If you don't meet such a person, you are not qualified to indulge your inner fragility.

Yun thinks she didn't understand before, only then she understood.

She held Song Mian tightly, as if treating the most precious rare treasure.

Song Mian quietly hugged him back without saying anything. It was such a quiet night that they embraced each other intimately.

Silent at night, the stars shining, the mountains and forests are empty, only affectionate.