"He's over there, why don't you go over and ask him?" Xiaoya suggested.

"I don't dare. The beautiful woman next to him must be his girlfriend. I'm afraid she'll beat me to death." The nymphomaniac Xiaoli wants to go but stops, hesitant?

"Just pretend he is a celebrity and go over and ask for an autograph from him." Xiaoya came up with an idea. She also wanted to know the name of this handsome guy. "Hurry up, he's gone far away."

Xiaoli looked at his handsome back, and her heart moved. She took out a notebook and signature pen from Xiaoya's bag and chased after him.

Xiao Chenfeng held Xia Yuchen's hand and walked down the avenue. As he was about to walk out of the school gate, he heard the sound of brisk footsteps. He suddenly looked back, his phoenix eyes were half-bent, and he smiled softly like the wind.

Xiaoli's breathing almost stopped, but her heartbeat sped up inexplicably. His face was even more graceful than the Qian Qian in the romance.

She bowed her head slightly, hesitated, and finally plucked up the courage, "Excuse me, can you sign an autograph for me?" She said it sincerely, like a loyal fan of a celebrity.

She handed over the notebook and signature pen in her hand, but she felt uneasy in her heart. Was it too rash? What if he didn't agree? She became nervous.

Xiao Chenfeng had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, and his starry eyes stared at her.

His face was so stunning that Xiaoli couldn't help but pause in breathing.

"Ha, are you really disturbing me? I'm kidding..." She backed down in her heart.

Xiao Chenfeng chuckled like a cloud, his starry eyes flashed, and took the signature pen. His hand happened to touch Xiaoli's hand. She was silent with joy and put the notebook in the palm of her hand. She saw that his fingers were slender, light and nimble.

It flows on the page, and the handwriting is clear and neat, with the style of Orchid Pavilion.

Xiaoli thanked her repeatedly and happily waved goodbye with her notebook. She kept looking back at Xiao Chenfeng.

"So your name is Xiao Chenfeng?"

Signing is a very interesting thing. Everyone will design a very unique signature for themselves, especially celebrities. The signatures of celebrities are even more valuable.

A signature can often reflect a person's personality. People whose handwriting is as beautiful as the person they write will naturally be fresh and handsome at heart.

Xiao Chenfeng's handwriting is as graceful as a startling giant, as powerful as a swimming dragon, as elegant as clouds, and as powerful as a rainbow, just like Tang poetry and Wei stele, and famous calligraphy.

So beautiful.

Xiaoli raised her eyebrows and gazed affectionately. She stared at the signature in her hand, her head slightly bowed, and she was shy and silent.

It's as bright as the moon covered by light clouds, and fluttering like the drifting snow in the returning wind!

In her mind, Xiao Chenfeng was like flowing clouds and flying snow, as humble as jade, and an unparalleled son in the world.

Xiaoli, why are you in a daze? Are you still a nymphomaniac? "Xiaoya came gracefully, waving her delicate hands in front of Xiaoli, "The handsome guys have left, do you want to sign?"

"Um."

Xiaoli was quiet and silent, staring at the background of Xiao Chenfeng fading away...

His figure is like clouds and wind, faintly disappearing into the sea of ​​people, hidden in the world of mortals...

"Don't you really like him?" Xiaoya chuckled like a flower.

She patted Xiaoya's beautiful shoulder, "Is this his signature?"

The signature is as elegant as flowing clouds, the handwriting is as elegant as flying snow, and it penetrates the back of the paper, just like calligraphy!

"Xiao Chenfeng!"

"Your name is Xiao Chenfeng?" Xia Yu whispered with a smile. She patted Xiao Chenfeng's shoulder. "I didn't expect you to have loyal fans?"

Xiaoli has beautiful features and beautiful eyes, Xiao Chenfeng's handwriting is as graceful as the wind, and Yuchen quietly witnessed the scene just now.

"There is also a morning in my name, but it is the morning after the rain."

"Can you tell me what my name means?" Xiao Chenfeng asked with a smile. He wanted to make a joke with Yuchen.

"What does it mean?" Xia Yuchen curled her lips, "It's just an extra treasure hijab."

"Your name is Yuchen, the morning after the rain." Xiao Chenfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, his starry eyes turning, "When it rains, I can hold an umbrella for you."

The falling rain is silent, and the morning rain is silent.

The light rain fell so naturally, Xiao Chenfeng's hands were lightly wrapped in Yuchen's hair.

Yuchen and Xiao Chenfeng hid briskly under the eaves. Yuchen looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "You are really a crow's mouth. If you say it's afternoon, it's afternoon. I'm still planning to go shopping."

He held an umbrella for her when it rained and went shopping with her on sunny days. Xiao Chenfeng recalled the fate of his previous life. He sighed and chuckled: "I said I would predict."

"Your prophecy is definitely not good. You see, my skirt is almost wet."

Wander.

"It seems that we won't be able to go shopping today." She sighed lightly, took a deep breath of fresh air, her mood suddenly improved, her starry eyes turned slightly, her eyes moved, she stretched out her green fingers and pointed at Xiao Chen

maple.

"What other ideas do you have? Xiao Chenfeng chuckled lightly and shrugged. This girl is a ghost. She is smart, speaks and acts unconstrainedly. This is also in line with the personality of Pisces girls, who love romance and fantasy.

Yu Chenyu smiled sweetly, her eyes moved, her starry eyes flashed, and her slender green fingers shook gently, "One thing."

"What is it?" Xiao Chenfeng chuckled like a cloud. He knew what she was thinking, but he asked her deliberately.

"You owe me another thing." Xia Yuchen pulled her slender fingers as white as green onions, "Including my ice cream, you already owe me two things."

"What is it?" Xiao Chenfeng stared at Yuchen's cute appearance with starry eyes. This little girl was really naughty. He didn't know that Yuchen would only act coquettishly in front of him, and that girls would laugh freely at the boys they liked.

"In addition to my three pieces of ice cream, you still owe me something and an opportunity. However, I guarantee that you will like this opportunity."

She gently lifted her skirt with her delicate hands, sat under the eaves, and looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance. It was indeed the sun and rain. Looking back at the desolate place, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.

Xiao Chenfeng was also sitting on the steps next to her. Her face was as demure as a flower, and her hair was as fragrant as orchids. He stared at her eyelashes, while she held her chin with her delicate hands, concentrating and looking at the white clouds.

Xiao Chenfeng's heart was as clear as rain, and he couldn't help but fall in love with her peerless beauty. He chuckled like a cloud: "A chance?" He thought in his heart: "A chance for me to kiss you once?"

Yuchen's temperament is as demure as fallen flowers, as cold as ice and snow, her phoenix eyes are half-curved with amber, and her red lips are dotted with cherries. Her lips are moist and pink, without lipstick, but like hibiscus.

Xia Yuchen looked back, his starry eyes turned, and he stared at her, as if he was thinking, "What are you thinking about?" Her face turned red, she spat, and she couldn't help but regret her words. She said the wrong thing just now. This kid must have thought of someone else.

The place went.

She stamped her foot hatefully, and Xiao Chenfeng stared at it lovingly. This guy must have thought of something strange. She secretly stretched out her delicate hand, put it on his arm, and pinched it hard, which almost hurt Xiao Chenfeng.

Yelling, he smiled bitterly and rubbed his arms, but he was very happy in his heart. Being pinched by the girl he liked was very interesting, but he pretended to say: "It hurts, why are you pinching me again?"

"Why are you pinching you again? When did I pinch you? Could it be that you were pinched by another girl?" Yuchen snorted coldly and glared at him, "You deserve it. Aren't you the reincarnation of an immortal? Do you gods also feel pain?"

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Xiao Chenfeng couldn't help but smile bitterly. This little girl really loves fantasy. He spread his hands and couldn't help it. She is a Pisces girl. Lin Daiyu is also a Pisces girl. Pisces girls have two sides. They are as quiet as a fallen flower and have an elegant temperament.

But she also loves to fantasize and be unrestrained. It would be best for such a girl to study music or become an artist.

"I'm an immortal, so of course it doesn't hurt, but you can't pinch me. It's so shameless for an immortal to be pinched by you mortals."

Xiao Chenfeng was as light as a cloud, how could he not feel pain? Although he had reached a state of perfection in his cultivation of immortality, he still felt pain, but he was willing to make Xia Yuchen laugh.

Money can't buy a smile. Pisces is very lonely and sad inside. The heart is always in rainy days. Happiness is like the sun. He only wishes her to be sunny every day.

"Tell me, you are an immortal, right? And there is no one around now, so..." Xia Yuchen secretly smiled and secretly held Xiao Chenfeng's arm with her delicate hands, "No matter how I pinch you, you won't feel any pain, right?"

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Her slender green fingers pinched Xiao Chenfeng's arm more than ten times in a row. Her starry eyes turned and her smile was as bright as a flower. She reached out to Xiao Chenfeng's waist and said, "You immortals, not only are you not afraid of pain, you should not be afraid of pain either."

You might be ticklish."

Xia Yuchen's smile bloomed like a flower, and her jade voice flowed gracefully.

"Hehe. How about it? It doesn't itch, right?" She lightly scratched her temples, making Xiao Chenfeng laugh and bother her in every possible way.

Are immortals immortals or human beings? In the impression of ordinary people, immortals always have white hair and childish faces, and have an immortal demeanor. They are far away from the world of mortals, living in green mountains and not in the world.

Do those immortals have feelings? Do they feel lonely? They are far away from the world and do not care about worldly affairs. They are happy to be quiet. They live in seclusion and ask about Penglai.

The fingers are still cool, isn't it chic and elegant?

Will immortals also feel heartache? Will they also be sad? If there is no one to share happiness with you, would you be willing to be an immortal?

I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals. Xiao Chenfeng is cultivating immortals, but he also knows the warmth and coldness of the human world. He will definitely not become an immortal who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

If he becomes an immortal, he will still laugh, feel pain, and even be tickled by Xia Yuchen to the point of laughing. If he becomes an immortal, he will definitely be a happy immortal.

"It's not itchy, not itchy at all." Xiao Chenfeng was gentle and elegant, with picturesque eyebrows, starry eyes and flashing eyes. "We immortals are not afraid of itching. But you mortals are different."

Xia Yuchen's slender hands were like green onions. She scratched Xiao Chenfeng's waist and ribs. She smiled sweetly and said with starry eyes: "Really? I will continue to tickle you to see if you are itchy?"

She smiled very happily, as warm as the sky after the rain. His brows were dancing, his eyes were water-cut, the waves were shining, and his delicate hands were attacking like the wind.

"I told you, our ancestors were not ticklish." Xiao Chenfeng's eyebrows were picturesque and his eyes were moving. He gazed at her with affection. She was wearing a green gauze skirt with a skirt as thin as cicada gauze. His hand held her lightly.

"But you mortals are different, so be careful."

"No, no, no." Xia Yuchen waved her slender hands frequently, her phoenix eyes were half-curved with amber, and her beady lips were dotted with cherries. She quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I don't dare to do it anymore. I am most afraid of others scratching my waist.

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Her bright wrists are covered with frost and snow, and she wears a purple bracelet on her slender hands, which is like the tinkling of spring water. His attack is like wind, and his hands are like running water. Her light clothes are as thin as cicada gauze, and he can feel it through the gauze.

Delicate and tactile inside.

"You owe me something too." Xiao Chenfeng chuckled like a cloud. He stared at her affectionately, holding her slender waist with his hands. His eyebrows were picturesque, his starry eyes flashed, and her eyes were as pulsey as autumn water.

Pulsations, ripples of light, and gentle wind blowing.


Chapter completed!