Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 373 Cupid is the god of love (three more)

"How is it? It's sweet, isn't it?"

she asked with a smile.

He had a mouthful of sweet potato flesh in his mouth and was reluctant to swallow it.

Hearing her question, he nodded vigorously.

Sweet potatoes, he grew up eating.

There is not enough rice, sweet potatoes and wild vegetables come together.

But this sweet potato is too sweet!

It's like being soaked in honey water. Before swallowing it, it's sweet all the way to the heart...

Two roasted sweet potatoes were easily eliminated by two people.

Touching her bulging belly, Yang Ruoqing let out a satisfied sigh!

"Hey, this person, it doesn't matter if you are rich or small."

"After all, living in this world is all about eating this one bite."

When she was full, her emotions came.

Luo Fengtang listened with a smile, picked up a charred branch in his hand and scratched it on the ground at will...

"Just like me, I've had enough to eat and drink, and my appetite is satisfied."

"Even if the delicacies of mountains and seas are placed in front of me, I'm not interested anymore."

She patted her belly and smashed it.

Luo Fengtang nodded seriously.

"Qing'er is right." He boasted.

She smiled with a blushing face: "Hee hee, of course, otherwise how can I teach you your career and solve your puzzles?"

He also laughed.

This girl, reserved and reserved, seems to have no relationship with her.

Carefree and unpretentious.

This is what attracted him to her!

"What are you pulling? I'll take a look!"

She leaned over and stuck her head out to look at the place where his branches were drawn.

However, he stopped.

"Don't read it, it doesn't look like it's written!"

He looked a little flustered, but his face turned red.

This piqued her curiosity even more.

"Ugly daughters-in-law have to see their parents-in-law. I'm your teacher. No matter how ugly the words are, I will read them!"

She pulled him aside and stared down at the words on the ground.

Her expression was a little weird, and her mouth couldn't help grinning.

Fork, fork, fork, fork, fork...

"Tangyazi, what are you trying to express by drawing so many crosses on the ground?"

She raised her head, confused.

Luo Fengtang scratched his head and glanced at the 'masterpiece' on the ground, also a little embarrassed.

"Aren't you a teacher, guess what!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head, staring at the pile of forks on the ground, racking her brains to ponder...

"Oh, it's too esoteric, it's just Martian text!"

she grumbled.

"Hurry up and announce the answer, I'm going to break my scalp!"

She sneered at him.

Luo Fengtang let out a low laugh and pressed her ear.

"Luo Fengtang likes Yang Ruoqing!"

Uh……

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

She remembered that she was now teaching him to recognize Baijia surnames.

He has learned both the words Yang and Luo.

But the four characters involved in the names of the two people hadn't had time to learn.

No wonder the fork circles in this place.

She couldn't help laughing.

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach!"

"The mystery hidden between the lines of your boy is too profound!"

she quipped.

"Come on, I'll teach you to write our name!"

She immediately picked up a branch, squatted on the ground, and wrote one stroke at a time.

Luo Fengtang's eyes were chasing her hand very seriously.

Keep the strokes of every word in your heart.

"Luo... Feng... Tang... Begonia's Tang."

"Yang...if...sunny...sunny on a sunny day."

As she wrote it to him, she explained what each word meant.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

She picked up her own branch and traced it again on the names of the two she had written.

Looking at the two vacancies she deliberately left in the middle of their names.

He frowned: "Here, what should I add?"

like?

Rare?

Chinese and Italian?

He was considering.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

She reached out and pressed the back of his hand holding the branch.

His hands are huge, hers are much smaller than his.

However, that didn't stop her from guiding him.

"Come on, let's add it together!"

She whispered, holding his hand, and went to the empty seat between the two people's names.

Draw two 'hearts'.

It was like moving the two beating red hearts in their chests to the ground.

Shanchongli is very quiet, occasionally the mountain wind blows.

Neither of them spoke.

His eyes fell on the clasped hands of the two and the slowly forming two hearts under the branches...

The mountain breeze lifted her drooping hair.

Flicked his cheek.

He pursed his lips tightly, sniffing the faint fragrance in her hair.

Heart, drunk.

The corner of her eyes flashed across his neat profile.

His facial features and eyebrows were the ones she liked.

She didn't belong to this world.

She is just a wisp of soul from thousands of years later.

In the past, I came and went freely, without any ties between heaven and earth.

At this moment, she suddenly had a trace of fear.

She was afraid that God would play a joke on her again and send her back.

She doesn't want to go.

Here, she has a bond.

She wants to look at him more.

His young, handsome face was something she was determined to carve into her soul.

The stars move, no matter in which corner of time and space.

She will never forget him!

"Qing'er, what's the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?"

His voice brought her drifting thoughts back to reality.

She came back to her senses and laughed and laughed.

"Haha, a good student is so handsome, I can't help but feel a little bit distracted as a teacher."

"Is that so?"

he asked suspiciously.

He trusted his eyes.

At that moment, Qing'er looked at him with a different look than before.

For the first time in her eyes, he saw something called fear and sadness.

"Qing'er, if you have something you can't figure out, remember to tell me."

He turned sideways, stared into her eyes, and said seriously.

"Don't hold it by yourself, tell me, let's figure out a way to deal with it together. Okay?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

Silly boy, in front of Tiandao, we are nothing but chess pieces on the chessboard.

Wherever we are placed, we have to stay there obediently.

But she still nodded cheerfully: "Well, wow!"

Only then did Luo Fengtang show a relieved smile, and he freed his other hand to rub the top of her hair.

"That's good!"

amount……

Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines.

"Come on, let's continue painting, we haven't finished painting yet!"

She said, holding his hand again and guiding.

To those two hearts, an arrow was added.

"Hey, why do you want to draw arrows? It's not good, it's not lucky!"

Luo Fengtang said, and wanted to wipe the arrow off and start over.

He was stopped by Yang Ruoqing.

"This arrow is not the broken arrow in your hand that will poke your heart."

she explained.

"What kind of arrow is that?" he asked.

She said, "It's called Cupid's arrow."

"Who is Cupid?" he asked.

"Is it also a character from that world in Qing'er's dream?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"Cupid is the god of love," she said.

"Eros?"

His eyes instantly brightened.

"Isn't that Yue Lao who is in charge of marriage?" he asked.

'Pfft...'

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"The same can be said. However, there are two kinds of Cupid's arrows."

(End of this chapter)