Qing'er tenderly held her little hand, "Stop playing, or you'll cut your hand on the string. Let's go swimming in the lake now, okay?"
"Yes! let's go!" Upon hearing this, Xiao Bihe immediately smiled like a flower and jumped into Qing'er's arms excitedly like a bird.
Qing'er is used to it. The young lady often says some words that she doesn't understand. Some of them can't even be explained clearly by the young lady herself. Just go, as long as she likes it. Anyway, the young lady has never been influenced by the people in the house.
Attention.
The wind is gentle and the sun is shining brightly, and a small boat is rowing leisurely on the Lotus Lake.[
Xiao Bihe played with the water with her little hands. When she got tired of playing, she leaned lazily on the hard side of the boat and frowned slightly. At this time, Qing'er noticed and her hand that was rowing the oars stopped.
Carefully walked to Bihe, picked up her small body, and gently placed her on his lap.
Xiao Bihe stretched out comfortably and rubbed her head in Qing'er's arms coquettishly. Qing'er looked down at her and smiled faintly.
The two of them cuddled together quietly.
The boat moved slowly along the trickling water. The scenery on both sides of the strait was panoramic, with distant mountains and nearby trees, and light smoke curling up, like a light ink painting, giving people a sense of tranquility and leisure, free from worldly distractions.
However, at this time, beside them, a gorgeous flower boat slowly approached, stirring up waves on the lake, and the boat rippled left and right. Qing'er frowned and naturally tightened her arms, fearing that the boat would rock.
The lady was frightened.
However, when she lowered her head and looked down, she realized that her worries were in vain. Her eyes were shining with amusement, and she probably thought it was interesting to see the boat swaying like a swing.
She smiled and asked: "Miss, do you think it's interesting?"
Unexpectedly, Xiao Bihe smiled mischievously, blinked and said nothing. At this time, Qing'er didn't feel like a fool at all, but rather like a naughty elf, so cute that you couldn't take your eyes away.
Suddenly, her lips parted slightly, and she sang a song softly in Qing'er's arms. Qing'er's whole body froze, this song, these words... this tone was something she had never heard before.
"The fragrance of the red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in the autumn, and I untie my clothes and board the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sends a brocade book? When the wild goose comes back, the moon is full on the west tower..." Cao Ying's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms" was written in her slightly childish style.