Red plums reflect youth

"Where's Ziqing?"

"I went out with the piano early in the morning, as if to go up to the city tower to enjoy the scenery."

Qiao Yang looked anxiously at the thick black clouds in the sky, took the purple bamboo bone umbrella and headed towards the tower.

Autumn is cool and windy, what scenery to enjoy...

Seeing that it's going to rain, I definitely didn't bring an umbrella...

Well, these are not the point, the point is that I was not called to go up to the tower to enjoy the scenery! ! !

Qiao Yang had a piece of dead grass in his mouth, chewing, chewing, chewing as he walked.

Zhong Qu also complained, and Kiss also kissed, and he was already mine... um... If that counted (...you dare to say it).It's obviously the happiest couple in the legend, why is that person not aware of it at all.

Ever since the layer of window paper was pierced, Qiao Yang took it for granted that the two of them should have sex with each other, and love each other, and finally it will be logical.

But, but, but... Don't talk about that, and don't talk about Qingqing and me. Qiao Yang and Ziqing's condition is the same as before, or even worse.Because Ziqing is famous now, he is playing or composing music every day, surrounded by princes and grandchildren, Yingying and Yanyan, not even leaving a gap.

It's hard to be free, just like today, I went to enjoy the scenery by myself, leaving Qiao Yang aside.After such a long time, I haven't touched a single finger, and I haven't said a word. What kind of trouble is this going to be?

Poor Qiao Yang had no choice but to vent all his grievances on Withered Grass. (Password: Sprinkle family grievances.)

The three-story tower of Pingyang towers over the corner of the city wall.Looking down from the city tower, you can have a panoramic view of the streets, alleys, pavilions, mountains, forests and lakesides of Pingyang City.

Before reaching the top floor, the clear and melodious piano sound can already be heard.

Sure enough, here, the joy of seeing the one I love will wipe away the bit of resentment that has risen in my heart just now.Qiao Yang spit out the dead grass in one gulp, and couldn't help but pick up his pace. (Withered grass falling on the ground and crying: What about the torture along the way?)

But Ziqing sat beside the qin with his lapel upright, bending over to see the thousands of scenes in Pingyang City, with a lot of emotion in his eyes.With strings in hand, hands in mind, and heart in mind, the bustling scene of Shanghe is slowly drawn at his fingertips...

I don't know whose ink brush it is, the forest is full of dyes, colorful and full of autumn.

The autumn wind is wrapped in coolness, but it cannot blow away the enthusiasm of street vendors selling ditties.

Which family's amorous son bought the golden bird and vermilion hairpin, and which family's shy and smiling young lady reflected in her smiling eyes.

The faint rouge points out the melancholy of the beautiful ladies on the pavilions, and the silk and satin weaves the delicate thoughts in the heart.

The horseshoe goes north and people look back, the silk silk floats up to cover the sunset in the west, and the secret between you and me is engraved on the stone tablet.

In the lingering deep alley, Xiao Zuo is already drunk after a few cups. Do wandering tourists understand the imprint carved on the stone tablet?

Skilled people and craftsmen have traveled three thousand miles in calligraphy and painting, and the reincarnation of love in the prosperous world has been repeated several times.

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Qiao Yang searched for his reputation, and saw clouds billowing in under the vast and dim sky, and the golden light outlined the golden edge of the dark clouds. Ziqing was sitting alone on the balcony, with his white shirt curled up and his blue hair flying, as if he was riding against the wind.Suddenly, like a rain fairy, with a wave of his showy hand, the fairy music is blowing in the wind, the sky changes color, and the blue silk calls frost and rain.

The icy autumn rain came and hit Ziqing's face and body.However, he didn't notice it at all, immersed in the world where the sound of the piano and the sound of the rain overlapped, and did not return leisurely.

Is that his Ziqing's?

It is so beautiful that it is easy to be disillusioned, and it is too far away to be close.

Those bright autumnal eyes stared at another world, so far away, so strange, in that world, it seemed that there was no self.

Qiao Yang's heart palpitated, as if Ziqing would fly away against the wind and disappear between heaven and earth in the next moment.

Qiao Yang walked over silently, quietly opened the umbrella, and lifted it over Ziqing's head, blocking the curtain of autumn rain from the umbrella. The rain dripped along the umbrella ribs like jade beads, splashing a thousand layers of snow.

Ziqing noticed, held down the strings, looked up and met Qiao Yang's deep eyes.

"Why are you here?" The innocent smile on his face was like a flower blooming in early spring and March, and Qiao Yang's figure was reflected in his lacquer-like pupils.

"Pa-ta", the umbrella was discarded aside.

Qiao Yang half-knelt, hugged Ziqing tightly from behind, rested his chin willfully on Ziqing's shoulder, and stared at the boundless rain.

"Well, I said... Actually, we can sit under the eaves so that we don't have to get caught in the rain." Ziqing suggested cautiously, puzzled by Qiao Yang's actions.

Qiao Yang squinted his eyes and gave Ziqing a dissatisfied look: "You still know! Why did you go just now..." He got up and moved the Qin in with Ziqing.

When Ziqing dried his face and hair with a sweat towel, and was about to wipe the strings, Qiao Yang hugged him from behind again, with dissatisfaction and grievance on his face in the same posture just now: "What did you play just now?" ?”

"That's it." Ziqing briefly wiped the body of the piano, and then played the tune just now: "Jin Yuan drew a picture scroll of Pingyang street scene, I want to see if I can use the melody to play out the scene in the picture .Does it sound good?"

"Are you familiar with Jin Yuan?" Qiao Yang asked emphatically.

Ziqing thought it was funny when she heard the words, and turned her head to explain, but suddenly felt something soft and warm on her lips, accidentally touching Qiao Yang's lips.

Does this count as actively kissing yourself?Qiao Yang's heart warmed, and he stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick Ziqing's plump and cool lips.It's like a delicious delicacy, and you don't want to leave it when you encounter it.

He was about to go deep, but Ziqing turned his head away.Looking again, two red clouds were burning happily on his face.

Ziqing has a thin skin and a tender face. Although he recognized the intimacy between the two, he was suddenly eaten tofu, his heart beat faster and he was very shy.I couldn't help but bowed my head and continued to play, trying to hide my mood at the moment.

Qiao Yang listened, and a smug smile came to the corner of his mouth: "There was no such passage just now... Besides, the current tune sounds so tender and sweet... Ziqing, did you play it for me?"

"Bang" a noise came out.

Qiao Yang simply held Ziqing's hand, not letting him play any more, and smiled softly and seductively: "Stop making trouble..."

Who made a fuss? The blushing Ziqing stared at Qiao Yang.But he didn't know that his behavior was full of temptation in Qiao Yang's eyes.

That's great, this is his Ziqing.Because of my panic, because of my blushing and shyness, and the familiar anger and stubbornness.He fills his heart, and he fills his heart, this feeling is so good.

"I want to kiss you." Qiao Yang stared innocently at Shang Ziqing's gaze, and without waiting for Ziqing's reaction, he wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand and the back of his head with the other, and then kissed two petals of water that were about to drip. Lips, pry open the lips and teeth, and hold Ziqing's soft tongue...