People were rushing to run deep into the plum forest. I heard that the young master Qingcheng had arrived and was there.
In the cold weather, people don’t feel cold at all. Instead, they are so excited that they all seem to be eating laughter.
At this moment, in the corner of Meilin, a young man wearing a long moon-white coat with golden silk thread embroidered cloud patterns, wearing a lumber scarf, red lips and white teeth, holding white cashmere gloves, said to the handsome book boy who was much taller than him, and said, "Is it done?" His voice was not as rough as a man, and it was as crisp and nice as jade beads falling on the plate.
Shutong's face was a little red, and he was holding a few newly folded plum blossoms, some exquisite small sachets and handkerchiefs embroidered with complex patterns in his hand. "Well, yes. We can look forward with confidence."
Young Master Pianjia glanced at the little thing in his hand, stood on tiptoe in dissatisfaction, stretched out his white and tender hand and knocked on his head.
The boy dressed as a book boy did not avoid it and let him knock it, as if he had gotten used to being beaten.
He didn't feel any pain when he was knocked. He looked helplessly at the boy in front of him who was less than his neck, and pouted childishly and explained: "What I don't want is that they must give it to me..."
The young man who was so delicate that he didn't look like a man put his hands in the warmth of his hands, and also pouted his tempting little red mouth and said, "It's covered up my style, it's time to beat me!"
Book Tong: "..."
Shutong shook his head speechlessly and said, "Do you want me to dress up as a beggar next time and follow you? Bai Da..."
The young man made a fuss and shouted as he walked, "What did I say? Do you want me to call me a young master? Do you understand? I have been three months old and can't change it?"
The handsome young student-like book boy followed behind slowly, looking at Meilin's petite figure leisurely in front of him, and said dissatisfiedly: "I only call my young master as my son, and I won't call you the others, and besides, you are not..."
"Huh?" The person in front of him paused, turned his head slightly, glared at him slantedly, but suddenly laughed. The colorful plum blossoms seemed to have become the foil of his smile. For a moment, the Shutong was also stunned.
The boy came back from jogging and pushed his waist with his elbow, causing Shutong to retreat repeatedly and avoid it.
The boy raised his eyebrows and said in a mysterious voice: "Wen Tai, what does it mean? Do you know?" Seeing Wen Tai shook his head, he paused and said: "It's a master who knows the times and is a hero! You don't even look at him, who am I?! I am a famous young man Qingcheng! But he is much stronger than your young man Jun, right? You should hurry up and turn to the light and follow me. Let's not want him, okay?"
"In my heart, my young master will always be the best. Besides..." Wen Tai touched the top of his head in embarrassment and said, "Aren't I the same as anyone?"
Young Master Qingcheng glared at him with bright eyes and said, "This is different. You fool, you really have a stone heart. I'm useless to educate you every day. You are still so stubborn! It's hopeless! Don't think about putting you next to me and I will forgive him. Humph, I must be better than him, do you understand! He dares to lie to me, I want to dump him!"
Wen Tai sweated for a while and said, "Qingcheng heard that he was a little girl. How could he be as generous as Young Master Jun?"
"Look for a beating!" Young Master Qingcheng was furious, raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and pointed his fingers at him, "Come here..."