Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 637 Coming After You
Jiang Fosang walked over and was about to sit down when he hooked her and brought her into his arms.

"you--"

"No one saw it." He said and handed her the opened water bag.

Jiang Fosang was indeed a little thirsty, took it, took a sip, and handed it back: "There is also spring water in the valley, why did you bring water."

Xiao Yuandu also drank some, screwed on the water bag and said: "The water in the deep stream of the Youxi River can consume the human body, it is better to drink less."

He didn't care, but Jiang Nu said something else.

"How is it, have you never been here before?" He asked intentionally.

Surrounded by mountains and rivers, a place full of flowers and greenery is like a pure land in the noisy world.

Jiang Fosang looked into the distance, hummed, "How did you find out?"

Xiao Yuandu also discovered it by accident when he came to the dock once.

At that time, the sky was sunny after the rain, and the mountains were shrouded in mist, looking like a fairyland in Penglai.At that time, I thought I must bring Jiang Nu.

How could the "seeing light" on the night of Flower God's birthday compare to the seeing light under the blue sky, white clouds and big sun.

The two sat hugging each other, with the mountain breeze blowing, and the sun-baked person was sluggish and gradually became sleepy.

Xiao Yuandu raised his hand to support her head and leaned on his shoulder: "Squint for a while."

Jiang Fosang closed his eyes and took a nap for a while, then suddenly felt his head sink.

He opened his eyes and touched it. It was Fangsheng made of flowers, that is, a garland.

Don't even ask who he learned from.

Tilting his head, turning his head: "Does it look good?"

"Looking good." Without hesitation.

Clouds piled with emerald buns, lips with cherry blossoms, cheeks like pears, under the bright sunlight, the whole figure is like a beautiful jade carving, shining brightly.

Xiao Yuandu looked at her appetite, and looked for an opportunity to kiss him again.

Jiang Fosang pushed him a few times, his soft strength seemed to welcome or refuse.

Xiao Yuandu was no longer satisfied, he hooked her waist and fell back, and then half-pressed her on the grass——

Jiang Fosang came to his senses, pressed his hand: "Listen, there is someone."

Taking advantage of Xiao Yuandu's distraction, he hurriedly escaped from his arms.

Xiao Yuandu followed suit and stood up: "Auntie, isn't it good to lie to others?"

Jiang Fosang walked a little further, pointing to the distance: "Who lied to you?"

There are indeed people.

No, there is sound, singing.

People from Nanzhou have good songs, even those who have never read poems and books can still sing in unison, and the rhyme is natural, as if touched by heaven.

Whenever there is auspiciousness, it must be sung for joy.Even if it is not an auspicious day, singing is often heard in the market, seaside, mountains and forests.

In some places, men and women even rely on songs to match themselves.

For example, if there is a girl's family, once the girl grows up, she will be left in the mountains and fields. Dozens of teenagers will sing along with her, depending on the girl's song, and finally choose one person to stay.

In spring and autumn, girls gather in groups of three or five, picking fragrances and emerald greens and singing in Sanjiao Shuimei for joy.The men are also in groups of three or four, singing to them.If they get along with each other, they will sing and compete for the day, untie their clothes and tie their belts and give them away...

His songs are both elegant and vulgar, with slang and local accents. He sings a sentence or delays for half a moment.

The speech must be extremely colorful, and the emotion must be extremely extreme, making people happy and sad and unable to control themselves.

It's like the singing voice coming from an unknown mountain at this moment. The tune is high-pitched and long, and there is a kind of simplicity that comes from nature, which is popular and beautiful.

Xiao Yuandu listened for a while, then shook his head, expressing that he didn't understand.

In order to divert his attention, Jiang Fosang kindly explained to him:
"The tiny sting of the wasp is painful, and the fried sesame seeds are fragrant..."

"The wick of the lamp is burning at both ends, and I have done so much for my mother..."

"A tree of pomegranates is full of rain, who cares for the teardrops to be red..."

"Drought and spiders weave their webs at night, Xiangqing only weaves in the dark..."

"Lang's heart is like the water of the Dongjiang River, which can't be turbulent. Spring and autumn. Every day, two tides return to two tides, making Nong disappear but parting sorrow..."

Somehow the singing became mournful, and the sorrow of parting caused two places to be sad.

Jiang Fosang stopped, and the two looked at each other for a while.

She suddenly said, "Shall I dance for you?"

Lands that are good at singing are often good at dancing. It is no exaggeration to say that people who can talk can sing and can walk can dance.

But this does not include Jiang Fosang.

It's not that she's not good at dancing, she just can't dance at all.

But people can sing according to their nature, and naturally they can also dance according to their nature.

Her movements are actually very simple, and the coordination of shoulders, waist, arms, elbows, and knees is not very smooth.But you don't notice these at all, because her eyes, turning her head, and twisting her body are full of different flavors.

Spinning, clapping, kicking, jumping... Lively and enthusiastic, cheerful and graceful.

A gust of wind blows, and the green skirt blooms like petals.

She pinched one side of the skirt and kept spinning it, then let go, facing Xiao Yuandu, pushing her wrists above her head with her arms slightly bent, her flexible hands were like flowers swaying in the wind...

When did Xiao Yuandu see Jiang Nu like this?

There are waves in the eyes of the pulse, and the flowers are full of flowers, and the fairy dances flutteringly.

No, how could a fairy without any sparkle have such affectionate eyes and such a tender and affectionate dancing posture.

Dazed, Jiang Nu approached him like a graceful butterfly and took his arm.

So one person's dance turned into two people's dance, even if it's just holding hands and turning around, there is endless joy in my heart.

At the end, the five-color butterflies that flew away just now flew back and flew around the two of them as if joining in the fun.
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"Know what I was thinking just now?"

Tired of playing, the two returned to their original places and sat down.

Jiang Fosang thought that he was going to say something unserious again, but he was rarely serious.

"I've heard people say that if you want to understand a person, you should not only look at her eyes, but also look at her gaze, follow her gaze, and see where the gaze stays—"

During those years in the Northland, Jiang Nu might have had a happy time with him, but she had never been so bright and happy like today.

Xiao Yuandu is very sure.

The Jiangnu just now seemed to have let go of an invisible restraint, no longer restrained, and stretched out from her heart...

Although he had already decided to stay for Jiangnu, understanding her situation and what she wanted, he decided to become her backing.

But in a foreign land, it takes time to adapt.

He always had a feeling that he hadn't realized it, especially after he separated from Jiang Nu and came to Dongning... It seems that only the place where Jiang Nu is is the place where he takes root.

But just now, he completely thought about it.

He even fell in love with Nanzhou in an instant, fell in love with this place where there is no snow in three winters, flowers are always there in all seasons, and the vegetation is never dead.

It has scenery everywhere and flowers all the time, and it is still where Jiangnu looks.

"Pear blossom, Zhu Jin, jasmine, Buddha sang... I used to like to compare all kinds of flowers to you, but these flowers are not enough to describe you. Just be the towering tree, and I will be the wild goose flying south. They all come after you. I am also the eagle piercing the clouds, traveling around you forever."

Jiang Fosang was startled.

"Really think so? Maybe..." Xiaoxiao said, "You could have gone higher."

"Xiao Hu originally paid more attention to Xiao Yuanyin, you and I both know this. Besides," Xiao Yuandu paused, "I had a dream that night when the Dongcheng Bieyuan was on fire..."

　One chapter, don't wait.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)