Yang Zimei's heart was suddenly taken out, and he looked at the white mosquito net blankly.
There was a sound of fine knife wood in the courtyard.
He hasn't left yet? [
Her heart was happy and hurried into the courtyard.
Long Zongtian was sitting on the large decorative stone in the center of the courtyard, bowing her head, holding her carved knife that was used to carve jade, and what was cutting on a big wood.
The golden sunshine in the morning shines on him, making his full -scale face look more handsome and handsome.
This is her man!
Yang Zimei stood not far away, watching him infatuated!
Maybe I felt her gaze, Long raised her head by day, just to her eyes with a little lingering eyes, soft heart, a gentle light at the bottom of her eyes, Zhan Yan smiled towards her lightly.
Laugh.
Long Tian smiled, but a smile blooms like ice -blooming snowdrops, which makes people feel like spring returning to the earth.
With the same smile and Zhuge Yan, two deep dimples will be rippled on the lips, which is just drunk.
Zhuge's man, who was born with a bad smile of evil charm, came to the peach blossoms.
But the dragon is different, his temperament is as cold as iron, and the smile gives people an indescribable feeling.
Therefore, he just smiled like this, Yang Zimei felt that his heart was grabbed by the cat's paw, and the whole person was going to melt into his smile.
This man is really a demon.
She remembered the year when he was fifteen!
At that time, his gesture was unique, just like coming out of the comic book, letting her see it at first glance, it was inexplicable.
She returned to a bright smile at him, trotted in the broken step, and slammed his mouth: "I thought you left quietly again."
Long shook her lips, reached out and pulled her sitting on her legs, like a father holding a child.
The two had long been used to embracing each other. Yang Zimei did not feel suddenly awkward. She naturally sat on his warm legs and knees, watching the wood and knife in his hand, "What do you want to engrave?
"?"
"Well, carved a me." Long wiped the fragments on the wood with his fingers, and the rough outline of a head was highlighted. It was really like him.