Zhang Meng held Qianjun's hand tightly, as if she didn't want to let go. After a long time, she said in a muffled voice: "My father arranged a blind date for me. Tomorrow... I will go to meet the man. But I don't want to go, so... I
Want to see you."
Qianjun's face suddenly solidified, and his voice changed a little: "Blind date? Who is the man?"
Only then did he remember that Zhang Meng was so old, Political Commissar Zhang must be anxious to marry his daughter!
"I didn't ask."
Zhang Meng shook her head: "I don't want to ask either. I don't want to go on a blind date, I don't like them. I...I...I..."
He wanted to speak but stopped, but raised his eyes and looked at Qianjun in a daze, as if he wanted Qianjun to make some promise. Qianjun moved his mouth but did not speak.
Zhang Meng's eyes dimmed and she walked forward slowly, while Qianjun followed behind, thinking about things in her heart.
Suddenly, Zhang Meng stopped and looked ahead in a daze. Qian Jun was stunned: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Meng pointed his delicate jade fingers ahead and said quietly: "Look at the front, there is a forest there. Don't you think it's quiet and beautiful there?"
Qianjun followed Zhang Meng's hand and found that there was indeed a park ahead, surrounded by dense jungle trees, a winding path leading to the secluded place, with a mysterious smell. It is indeed a good place for chatting and having a try.
Seeing that it was already past ten o'clock, Qianjun said, "It's very late, why don't you go back?"
Zhang Meng shook her head and looked at Qianjun with hopeful eyes: "Can you accompany me to have a walk, okay?"
It is said that the Gentle Land is a hero’s tomb, and Qianjun can’t stand Zhang Meng’s pitiful appearance, so he nodded: “Okay! Come with you.”
In an instant, I saw Zhang Meng burst into tears and smile, a dazzling smile appeared on her face, and nodded heavily: "Um!"
Then gently pulled Qianjun's hand and walked towards the small woods like an elf.
The night is beautiful, and the gentle wind blows by. When spring and summer alternate, the air neither looks hot nor cold, and is very cool. In addition, there are still a few stars in the sky. No matter the right time and place, it is a good day to fall in love.
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The two walked into the quiet path and went out for a walk at night. Zhang Meng pointed his hand and said, "Look, those two stars are so beautiful."
Qianjun looked up and found that the two stars were larger than the surroundings, covering up the light of all the stars around. Moreover, the stars were big and small, not far away, close and separated, as if they wanted to separate, but were tied by a rope.
Holding, the lotus root is broken and connected.
Zhang Meng's tenderness shines: "The two stars are separated by, one big and one small, like a pair of lovers, but they seem to be quarreling!"
Qianjun suddenly wondered: "Why did they quarrel?"
Zhang Meng immediately said seriously: "Look, the two stars are so far apart, not a quarrel? But I believe they will definitely be together, but they are just angry with each other. Because the Moonlight is holding in the middle
A red rope, a thread of marriage that is tied to a thousand miles away."
Qianjun looked carefully and found that there was indeed a faint red halo between the two stars, which looked like a red rope. He had to sigh at the magic of the Creator, and a trace of accidentality would always create a magical effect.
Zhang Meng's face turned red and she looked at Qianjun and said softly: "Brother Qianjun, do you think these two ropes look like us? They seem to be close, but they are actually far away from the world?"
The endless affection in Zhang Meng's mouth can be heard by a fool. The two people's bodies are close together, but their hearts seem to be as far away as the entire Milky Way.
Qianjun looked at Zhang Meng and found that she was also looking at her, her eyes were filled with love and radiance. Qianjun moved his mouth but still didn't say anything.
Zhang Meng smiled sweetly and took Qianjun's hand and said, "Brother Qianjun, come here, there is a stool here, let's sit down and chat!"
Sure enough, a stool that is simple but sufficient to accommodate two people is quietly leaning against the roadside, which is supposed to be prepared for the men and women who are trying to meet in the forest.
Qianjun sat down on a casual stool with Zhang Meng. A gust of wind blew, and quietly floated into Qianjun's nose in a direction in tranquility. It was the sweet fragrance of Zhang Meng's body.
"Brother Qianjun..." Zhang Meng's soft call, sweet and gentle, like a gust of wind, making people feel numb all over.
Qianjun couldn't help but tremble and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Why are you sitting so far? Come here, please be close to me?" Zhang Mengsu came to her side with Qianjun in her hand, and gently snuggled into Qianjun's arms.
Zhang Meng raised her head, looked at Qianjun's face, and yelled at Ruolan: "Brother Qianjun, hug me... Can you hug me tighter? It's a bit cold."
Qianjun followed the words and hugged Zhang Meng's body tightly in his arms, hugging the warm and soft jade, and the faint fragrance filled his nose.
Zhang Meng also stretched out her hand, hugged Qianjun tightly, and her plump breasts on her chest tightly squeezed Qianjun, and said softly: "I...I'm a little hot again."
Qianjun immediately wanted to let go of Zhang Meng. Zhang Meng quickly "ah" and his little head shaking like a rattle: "No...Isn't you going to let go."
Qianjun suddenly looked strange: "You said you were hot, I hugged you tightly, you said you were cold, I must have let you go!"
Zhang Meng became anxious and said with a blushing face: "No, no...I mean...I can take off...the clothes."
"Take off your clothes?" Qianjun never expected that Zhang Meng was so bold and a little embarrassed.
Zhang Meng was shy, but nodded bravely: "Well!"
After saying that, the watery color in the soft eyes became thicker and thicker, and suddenly he hugged Qianjun tighter, and said in a thin voice as thin as a mosquito, saying something that made Qianjun or any man irresistible: "Brother Qianjun
…I ask you, how long has it been…How long has it been since we did it?”
Qianjun was a veteran in love, but he never expected that Zhang Meng would ask such heart-wrenching words today, but instead became Qiqiai Ai: "It should...it's been two months!"
"Yes, there are two months and eight days, I remember clearly..." Zhang Meng laughed and laid her beautiful and crystal-clear mouth against Qianjun's ears, and said in a gentle but ambiguous voice: