After lunch, Zhuzhu left with the Tujing Doctor. [】Before leaving, she secretly said in Feng Feng's ear: "My mother-in-law is still talking about Liu Yongkang every day. If she sees Ye Jia, she will not complain anymore.
You are…”
Feng Feng blushed and whispered: "I will definitely go to see your mother-in-law when I'm done. She is so interesting. And Liu Yongkang, he is such a good person. If it weren't for Ye Jia, I might have married him..."
"Forget it, who are you lying to? With Ye Jia, Liu Yongkang will never have a chance in his life. The rumor was that someone introduced him to a girl yesterday. The conditions were pretty good. Feng Feng, don't think about it."
"Haha, isn't this better?"
"Feng Feng, I'm so happy. I finally pushed your big burden to Ye Jia, but I don't have to worry, haha."
"What are you talking about? I'm not ready yet, you have to come to see me."
"I'm afraid that I will become a light bulb and will not come to see you anymore. We'll make an appointment when you get better."
"Okay."
A thick carpet was laid on the grass, and the carefully carved lawn was still green, but the tall ginkgo tree next to it could not be "careed" - yellow leaves fell on the grass one by one, laying the grass scattered
A layer of pale yellow.
Occasionally, when there is a breeze, the yellow leaves will spiral and float onto the carpet.
The afternoon sun is in full swing, and although it is winter, it is a bit warm.
Ye Jia took out some novels and put them on the carpet, which turned out to be martial arts novels and some Wesley novels. Feng Feng laughed: "I thought you all read the profound books."
Ye Jia blinked: "I think this kind of book is more profound and interesting. Ten years ago, I was very tired of learning. I spent two months reading martial arts novels every day, and almost changed my career to become a martial arts novel writer, haha
,I'm going to write, Xiaofeng, no one will praise Jin Yong Gu Long again..."
Ye Jia no longer looked gentle and graceful. He smiled so hard that he pinched out green grass juice on the green grass field and splashed it on his body, regardless of whether he had stained his clothes.
Feng Feng suddenly realized that he was not an elegant and generous gentleman. He was simply a boy who was a little confident and a little arrogant. Like many ordinary boys, he liked to brag in front of girls he liked.
She smiled, sat beside him, reached out to pick a purple-red flower from the grass—on the winter grass, such small wild flowers bloomed densely, purple-red, pink, dark blue—I don’t know the species, nor do I know the world.
The reason for warming is that the flowering period of the wild flowers itself is winter.