Xizi sighed blindly: "Yingyuan, I am really afraid that you will marry into a business in the future."

"Whose young master is the business?" Xiaoxiao joked seriously.

Xizi smiled and glanced at her, and gently took a bite of the sweet butterfly crispy-also, although this snack was delicious, no one would go to buy tickets to watch a show just to eat a bite of butterfly crispy.

"But you, who are you talking to on the bridge today?" Xiaoxiao didn't want to hide it from Xizi, so she told her what she saw today.

Xizi's cheeks suddenly turned red: "You, have you seen it? Have they seen it?"

"I saw it alone. Did you meet it by chance?"

Xizi nodded gently: "It was the Jin family who invited him to paint the Four Seasons Garden View. He... He asked someone to send me a message last night, saying that he would come."

Who else can he ask to send a message? Wen Zhichong has left.

"If you want to send a message, there is always a way." Xizi saw Xiaoxiao's thoughts.

"Do you want to meet him?"

"Because he is coming, I went around for half a night last night... It was not until I met him on the bridge today that I realized... I was looking forward to seeing him like that." Xizi lowered his head.

What magic did this guy Shi Zuimo use to hook up our Xizi's soul.

Xiaoxiao's mood was a little calmer than before - Xizi seemed to have decided, so it would be useless to stop this matter from being blocked.

"What are you going to do next?" Xiaoxiao remembered what Wen Xixiu said to him before leaving. He felt that he was responsible for his heavy responsibility, and at the same time he felt that he was powerless.

"Maybe I'll find a way to meet." Xizi's voice was very small, but he dared to confess his thoughts in front of his friends. "Yingyuan, I remember all the words you said before. I met him just to understand this person more deeply."

Xizi believed what she said, but Xiaoxiao didn't believe her - how could she talk about rationality when two people who fell in love met?

But in this case, if we block it further, we may push Xizi further away to Shi Zuimo.

"I'll just remind you one thing," Xiaoxiao looked at Xizi, "You must never have any skin to you."

Xizi was frightened by the words Xiaoxiao and trembled: "Yingyuan, what were you saying? How could this be..."

"How is this impossible? He is already an adult man, and you have passed the imperial examination," Xiaoxiao took Xizi's hand and looked serious, "You must not be alone with him. If you really want to see him, you must follow the girl like today."

Xizi was frightened by Yingyuan's words. Although he liked Mr. Shi, he only had eye contact for the moment.

Xizi dared not even think about the skin's affection.

"Why did you say such a scary thing at such a young age? Where did you know this?!" Xizi felt that Yingyuan in front of him was a little unfamiliar.

Xiaoxiao could only pretend to be garlic at this moment: "Sometimes there will be some in the book... and Liang Zhu. Haven't the two of them ever been sleeping with their feet? They even held hands..."

"Don't read these inappropriate books, you will learn bad things!" Xizi patted Xiaoxiao's back on the back of her hand.

"Okay, I can't understand it either..." Xiaoxiao pretended to be innocent for a while, using tea to cover up his embarrassment.

But I felt a little confused about Xizi's purity - although my mother would personally teach her on the eve of her marriage. - Isn't all those words written in obscure? Even if there is no substantial content, there will always be some ambiguous plots.

Xiaoxiao was curious. How was Ruicai and Furong accepting this kind of thing? Are they as pure and ignorant as Xizi?

Xizi blushed and said for a while: "I won't hold hands with him."

"Yeah." Xiaoxiao felt relieved. He couldn't even hold hands, let alone anything else.

Both of them were a little silent for a moment, smiling at the group of pikes swimming over the water, a pair of colorful pike parents, followed by a group of cute little pike babies.

"What did you know about him today?" Xiaoxiao couldn't help asking again.

"He also likes the leopards very much." A hint of honey appeared in Xizi's eyes, "At that time, I also recited a sentence: Baohan Dian Bird Golden Gleopards, Wu Shanbi on the Agarwood Pavilion."

"You can follow it again: Willows are like silk, and when the spring rain on the post bridge is quite suitable." Xiaoxiao smiled, but she still couldn't like Shi Zuimo. At this time, she remembered the last two lines of the poem, "Who knows this love when the phoenix mirror and flower branches" - I didn't expect that Mr. Shi was quite good at flirting.

Xizi's cheeks flushed: "I thought you didn't like him because he was from a poor family, but I slowly let go of my feelings when I saw your attitude towards Mr. Ning recently."

"Furong is right, the key is to look at people." Xiaoxiao remembered Wen Xixiu's words that night, and he never looked at others from the perspective of the difference between the rich and the poor.

"Um."

Xiaoxiao is actually the worst at sorting out this kind of thing, but this matter is related to Xizi's happiness, so he still can't help but say bitterly: "For example, from his attitude towards adversity, you can see whether he is responsible. For example, from his attitude towards someone with a disparity with him, whether he is higher than him or lower than him, you can see whether this person's mind is open-minded."

"Okay, I will observe slowly." Xizi was very satisfied at this moment. This was the first time Xiaoxiao expressed support for himself and Mr. Shi. - Although this support was a bit reluctant, at least it was not as strong as before.

Xiaoxiao wanted to give some more words, but suddenly he heard a gentle whistle sounding from behind. He turned around and looked at the lake. He saw a fisherman-like man waved to him on a small boat.

Xiaoxiao did not recognize who this person was, but the whistle was very familiar. It was the children's song that Kim Jong-lun once blew to himself - Sanzheer.

"I met an old friend, and I'm afraid I'll lose my companion first." Xiaoxiao lie. Since Kim Jong-lun dressed up as a fisherman, he didn't want others to discover him.

Xizi was a little strange at first, but he also felt that these strange things in the world were not so strange when Yingyuan fell: "Then go, I will also go and take a look at the garden view later."

When he was on the bridge before, Shi Zuimo said that he would paint in the pavilion on the top of the mountain in the afternoon. Now that his three friends have left, Xizi plans to go to the top of the mountain with Tongxin.

...

She smiled and got on Kim Jong-lun's ship: "Why is Brother Jong-lun wearing such a dress?"

"I have had enough social engagements in the past, but now I just want to rest." Jin Zhonglun shook his oars, and a few lush neem trees beside the water supported a thick shade, and the clothes of both of them were reflected in green.

The lilac neem flowers have already bloomed - if the peony flowers are the finale of the flower and trade wind, then the neem flowers are its final ending - the twenty-four flowers and trade winds have completely blown over.

Spring is about to end.

Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that this was the first time he had met Kim Jong-lun after he came back.

"There are several comedy in the New Year opera that are very good, why doesn't Brother Zhonglun schedule a few more?" Xiaoxiao and Kim Zhonglun are never sad about spring and autumn. They often use every minute to talk about topics they are interested in.

Under the bamboo hat, Kim Jong-lun's extraordinary face was revealed: "Comework can't bring anything except people's giggles and money."

"The audience is happy, we have made money, isn't this the best of both worlds?" Xiaoxiao asked.

"I always feel that comedy should let people realize something after laughing."

Xiaoxiao was surprised by Kim Jong-lun's new understanding of comedy. This person would create a true classic drama in the Yuanlong Dynasty, and he would definitely.

"Does Brother Zhonglun have a good book now?"

"No, I still want to make another shocking drama. Although I received many books, they were a bit dull. Once I mentioned this, those people began to let the couples in the book die for love." Jin Zhonglun simply stopped the oars and sat down in the boat. "I died when I touched the wall, died when I sank the lake. The novel way to die is to stab myself with a long hairpin given by my lover."

"..." Xiaoxiao carefully recalled the top-notch movies that Jinshi Film had invested in his previous life. "What if two protagonists with different personalities travel around various countries and then experience many exciting and interesting things, so that the audience can gain insight and growth?"

"Each country?"

"Yes, for example, Siam, Goryeo, India, etc...."

Jin Zhonglun frowned: "Those who write books must also go to these countries first."

"Oh, yes," Xiaoxiao scratched her head.

"That's what I think. It would be great if I decorate the stage and give people a visual impact, so that people will never forget that scene in their lifetime." Jin Zhonglun expressed his unmature thoughts, "just like many people now think of Liang Zhu when they see butterflies in pairs."

When talking about Liang Zhu, Xiaoxiao felt a little regretful: "We should have borrowed Liang Zhu to make some drama derivatives, such as those butterflies, which we can make butterfly hairpins, or butterfly jewelry. These things are originally based on drama, so they have the first power innately."

"The ideas of these derivatives can be used in the next drama, but I don't know what to play in the next drama." Kim Jong-lun is a person who would rather be insignificant than indiscriminate. Even if he doesn't arrange the drama, he will not arrange the books he looks down on at will.

"Jonglun Brother wants a drama that points directly to his heart." Xiaoxiao put himself in Jin Zhonglun's perspective to consider these, "It requires passionate and timeless lines, and a glance that is eternal, and a long-lasting song."

"Those who know me will smile."
Chapter completed!