Prophet of Rebirth

Chapter 8 Shaking the Peach Blossoms for You (This chapter is free)

In the early morning, as soon as Dongfang's belly turned white, Ye Zhiqiu knocked on the door of the girl's house.

The industrious and simple people in the 80s didn't have the bad habit of "trendy" men and women 20 years later who went to bed late and woke up late, so he didn't worry at all that his knocking on the door at this time would disturb the girl's family's sleep.

Sure enough, not long after, the wooden door slowly opened, and a girl with a confused face stood behind the door. She just woke up wearing a sky blue floral dress, a little messy. Her long hair was tied behind her shoulders with a purple ribbon, and her sleepy eyes still looked shockingly beautiful.

Seeing that it was a girl who opened the door, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help being overjoyed, grabbed the girl's hand, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Follow me!"

The girl struggled symbolically, and then let Ye Zhiqiu take her hand and ran into the path in the garden that Ye Zhiqiu entered three times yesterday.

The reason why Ye Zhiqiu came to knock on the girl's door so early was because he suddenly thought of an extremely romantic way of picking up girls in his previous life yesterday. He happened to see the tree full of buds when he was making straw hats for a few people yesterday. The peach tree waiting to be released, I got up this morning to look at it, and it turned out to be full of peach trees overnight.He also wants to shake a colorful peach blossom rain for his little bride.

Standing in front of the peach tree, the girl looked at Ye Zhiqiu with a puzzled face, not understanding what this kid king, who had endless ideas, wanted to pull her out so early in the morning?Wouldn't it be just to see these peach blossoms?

Without saying a word, Ye Zhiqiu pulled the girl to the open space under the peach tree, and then began to shake the peach tree vigorously, and immediately there was a gorgeous rain of flowers on the heads of the two, the pink peach petals lightly dipped in rain and dew All over the place.

"Does it look good?" Ye Zhiqiu wiped off his sweat, looking expectantly at the girl in a sky blue dress standing on the petals.

A flowery smile floated on the girl's face, and she nodded vigorously, a mist appeared in Shui Ling's big eyes.

"Wait a minute!" Ye Zhiqiu suddenly lay down on the ground, carefully gathered the peach petals on the ground one by one, and then fiddled with them one by one. After more than ten minutes, he stood up profusely in sweat and motioned for the girl to come over. Check out his masterpiece.

The girl had a look of curiosity when Ye Zhiqiu started to play with it. At this time, Ye Zhiqiu asked her to go and see, and she couldn't wait.

Seeing the two rows of pink petals neatly arranged on the mud floor, the girl's heart trembled fiercely. At that moment, she understood that there is a kind of mutual acquaintance called moving.

The pink petals discharge two lines of pink flowers: My name is Ye Zhiqiu, what's your name?

The girl smiled sweetly, squatted down and picked up the petals one by one, and then used the petals to write a line like Ye Zhiqiu: My name is Yang Qingwei.

Ye Zhiqiu's tense mood gradually eased with the girl's writing. He was afraid that the girl was too young to read a few words, but he didn't expect that God would not be stingy in giving her her natural voice.

"Yang Qingwei." Ye Zhiqiu murmured silently in his heart, squatting next to the girl, and began to dance with the petals.

"Qingwei, will you still be my bride when you grow up?"

"Is the groom you?" Yang Qingwei raised his head and looked at Ye Zhiqiu.

"Of course." Ye Zhiqiu smiled, with a hint of evil charm.

"If you are the groom, I will be your bride."

"Then let's pull the hook!"

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The two little fingers were tightly hooked together, and Ye Zhiqiu's clear voice sounded softly, "Hang yourself for 100 years with the hook, don't let it go."

"Wait." Ye Zhiqiu looked at Yang Qingwei who had no accessories on her head, looked up at the colorful peach blossoms above her head, couldn't help being moved, threw off her sportswear, said hello to Yang Qingwei, and climbed up the peach tree.He wanted to add the most beautiful peach blossom in early spring to his bride's temple.

Seeing that Ye Zhiqiu was getting higher and higher from the ground, Yang Qingwei couldn't help feeling uneasy, and a look of worry appeared on her face. She really wanted to call Ye Zhiqiu down, but she couldn't speak.

Ye Zhiqiu pursed his lips, although he was a little scared in his heart, but he was a little unwilling to look at the bright and big peach blossom so close.

Just when Ye Zhiqiu touched the flower branch, a gust of wind blew past, and there was a crisp sound of "click", a branch under his feet was overwhelmed, and he and the branch were solid under Yang Qingwei's horrified gaze. He fell to the ground, and unfortunately a hard stone pierced right between his eyebrows.

When Ye Zhiqiu sat up, a ray of bright red blood flowed from his nose to his lips, and finally flowed to the seven-faced Buddha on his chest, which looked like jade but not jade. The Buddha representing love had a faint red light , and then disappeared in a flash, as if it had never happened.

Seeing the bright red blood on Ye Zhiqiu's face, Yang Qingwei couldn't help being frightened, and stayed on the spot for a while, not knowing what to do.

Ye Zhiqiu wiped off the blood on his face, smiled brightly at Yang Qingwei who was anxious and frightened, stood up enduring the pain, slowly spread his right hand, and a perfectly intact, delicate and charming pink peach blossom quietly Lie in the small palm, "You must be beautiful wearing it, come and let me put it on for you."

Yang Qingwei stood obediently in front of Ye Zhiqiu, letting him pin the fragrant peach blossom on his temples, then took out a blue and white checkered handkerchief from his pocket, with crystal tears in his eyes, his face With Qi Rong on his back, he gently wiped away the blood on his face, saw the blood flow into his chest, untied the corner of his clothes, saw the Seven-faced Buddha on his chest, couldn't help but wiped off the blood She subconsciously held the seven-faced Buddha, and a warm stream of heat flowed down her small hands to her throat, making her throat itchy for a while, and she felt an urge to speak, but she couldn't break through that layer of boundary, stuck in her throat Uncomfortably uncomfortable, she subconsciously let go of her hand, and the moment she let go, everything returned to its original state.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Yang Qingwei's strange expression, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but worry.

Yang Qingwei shook her head, then pointed to the Seven-faced Buddha on Ye Zhiqiu's neck with a questioning look on her face.

"Hehe! A priest gave it to me when I was young. Do you like it? If you like it, I'll give it to you. It's useless to me anyway." Ye Zhiqiu reached out to untie the seven faces on his neck indifferently. Buddha, in his opinion, who doesn’t know what love is like, love is to give each other what he has, what he doesn’t have, and what his lover likes most. It's just a toy.

Yang Qingwei shook her head vigorously in horror, she didn't want to repay the feeling of loneliness and helplessness.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Seeing Yang Qingwei's terrified face, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help feeling sorry for her, and gently hugged her petite body into her small arms and comforted her softly.

After a while, Yang Qingwei's trembling delicate body gradually calmed down, and she raised her powder-carved face and looked at Ye Zhiqiu pitifully.

"Hahaha, I finally gave away my first kiss." Ye Zhiqiu was stunned by Yang Qingwei's sudden action. He didn't come back to his senses until the little figure left for a long time, and laughed wildly at the peach blossom tree.

A gust of wind blew, and the peach blossoms all over the tree fell down one after another. Ye Zhiqiu pinched a peach petal from his forehead, looked at the direction where Yang Qingwei disappeared and whispered softly: "I will only shake the peach blossoms for you in this life."