Red plums reflect youth

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight in early autumn slanted into the house, and there was a sense of warmth amidst the coolness.

Qiao Yang woke up and found that Ziqing was still sleeping soundly, but she didn't know when her hand was on his waist.

Carefully turned to look at him.

The fluffy eyebrows are like distant mountains, the long eyelashes are exquisitely scattered with some shadows, the tip of the tender nose is pretty straight, the breath is gentle and even, and the two pink lips are slightly closed.

The sunlight hit his rosy white face, which was quiet and serene.

Qiao Yang had an illusion in a trance, feeling that he was suddenly old, staring at this face through the years of mountains and rivers.

Suddenly, all kinds of tenderness came to my heart.

As soon as the matter of Haifengtang is over, I will come to ask for you.

wait for me.

Thinking about it, she gently kissed Ziqing on the cheek, and tiptoed off the bed.

Suddenly, he thought of something again, and closed the door like a thief and left.

When Ziqing woke up, he opened his eyes and saw two grape-like eyes looking at him.

It was Qiao Sheng, seeing that Ziqing had woken up, he turned his head joyfully and shouted to Qiao Yang who was beside him, "Brother Ziqing is awake, hurry up, start now."

Ziqing sat up puzzled, wondering, what the hell are these two doing?

Qiao Yang smiled evilly and opened the box in his hand.

A little bit, a little bit, a little bit... Crystal blue light spots flashed out of the box...

It turned out to be small crystal blue butterflies, vibrating their shiny translucent wings, slowly flying out of the box, and then randomly flying all over the room.

Qiao Sheng looked up at the blue elves, feeling like a dream.

As if being summoned by some kind, the blue elf flew to Ziqing one by one, kissing his nose, resting on his shoulder, chasing his white hair blowing in the wind...more surrounded him , dancing lightly, as if he was a fairy among flowers, a Joan in dew.

Ziqing Jianshui's bright eyes twinkled with surprise, and he stretched out his hand lightly, and the butterflies landed lightly on his fingertips, and the wings of Magic Blue fluttered slowly.

Ziqing waved his hand tentatively, and the butterflies followed the traces of his movements and formed a beautiful pattern behind his hand.

Qiao Sheng couldn't help clapping his hands and praised: "It's amazing!"

Ziqing turned her head to look at Qiao Yang, seeing him smiling triumphantly, she couldn't help asking, "What kind of butterfly is this?"

Qiao Yang straightened his nose, and said as if offering a treasure: "This is the blue butterfly in southern Xinjiang. It looks better at night, just like the blue firefly. It can be raised for several years with nectar. This butterfly prefers A strange spice, the spice is colorless and odorless, but wherever it is sprinkled, the blue butterfly will fly there." (The author visually judges that the spice should be the sex hormone of the butterfly.)

"Hee hee, we sprinkled spices on you while you were sleeping," Qiao Sheng said.

Ziqing nodded, "I see."

Qiao Yang twisted Qiao Sheng's nose: "How about it, big brother gave you a birthday present, do you like it?"

Qiao Sheng nodded vigorously.

Qiao Yang sprinkled some more spices into the box, and the butterflies flew back one after another.He closed the lid again, handed it to Qiao Sheng, and said, "Don't forget to feed it in the morning, noon, and evening, and let the butterflies fly for an hour every day, and don't block the pores on the box. Clean it up in time..."

Qiao Sheng was very excited to take the box and looked left and right. He never thought that it would be so troublesome to raise a blue butterfly, so he pouted, ran to Ziqing, and handed the box to him: "Here, brother Ziqing, I gave them to you."

Qiao Yang and Ziqing couldn't laugh or cry.

"This reminds me of an idea." Ziqing had a sudden inspiration: "On the day of the special offer, sprinkle some spices on Mingyan, and the butterflies will dance with it. It must be beautiful."

Qiao Yang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he agreed: "Yes! Yes! You can also secretly sprinkle some on the guests, so that the butterflies will fly towards them and make them feel like they are in an illusion." Then he added carefully without forgetting the abacus : "Hey, you can add a line of small words on the invitation: Lanpudie, exclusive to Linglongzhai!"