The sun was dappled and bright, falling on the ground through the gaps in the leaves.
The gentle breeze caressed the cheeks, gentle and boneless, and mixed with the faint fragrance of spring.
Liu Qingli sat at the table and looked at the flowers outside the window casually, combing them thoughtfully with a comb.
Her long hair is as smooth as a waterfall and spreads on her shoulders. The clear eyes on her beautiful jade face are like mist and illusion, and occasionally like clear water flowing gently, silently, when she raises her eyes, she is filled with brilliance.
"What are you looking at!" Liu Qingli asked angrily, looking up at Ji Xiang who had been leaning against the door and smiling at her.
"Look at the beauty." Ji Xiang teased with a smile, "Look at the beauty's smile."
"It's an honor." Liu Qingli responded in an unusual and light voice, and put her right hand on her forehead, feeling a little discouraged.
"It's just my second brother's birthday." Ji Xiang disagreed and found a seat to sit down. Ignoring Liu Qingli's glare, he picked up the cup she drank from and drank from it. "I just carried it for a while at my father's place. Let me rest for a while."
Liu Qingli raised her eyebrows, and after a while, she suddenly realized. "Oh? Yes, governing the country? Talking about it on paper."
Ji Xiang almost spit out a mouthful of tea. He couldn't laugh or cry: "Why don't you say that the second brother is just talking on paper?"
"Who are you? Who is the second brother?" Liu Qingli raised her head and smiled proudly, "The second brother is a talented person who governs the world."
"You, you, you, you are devoted to him before you get married. It's okay to get married." Ji Xiang shook his head and laughed.
Liu Qingli pinched the silver ribbon on her wrist with two fingers and waved it towards him, feeling angry and ashamed: "What did you say?"
Ji Xiang laughed and hid: "These three-color flowing silver belts are not meant to hurt people."
As he spoke, he moved his hand and wrapped the three-color flowing silver belt around his wrist. The two people's hands were entangled together, and Liu Qingli's hand was held by him.
Liu Qingli struggled to move, and he exerted a little force with a smile. She raised her eyes and glared at him, but let him push her down on the stool.
Ji Xiang picked up the wooden comb on the table with his right hand, stood behind her, and carefully combed her long hair with the comb.
Each stroke was soft and powerful. Ji Xiang's eyes looked at her long hair quietly, and the soft hair passed through his fingertips.
Liu Qingli turned her face slightly, looking at his persistent eyes, the beautiful corners of his mouth with a smile, and the long and curly eyelashes blinking gently and slowly.
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