The rivers and lakes are thousands of years old, waiting for young children to put pen to paper.
Deng Hao came into the world with a short sword and had not yet practiced killing. However, he was frightened by the old hen of the peasant woman and ran down the steps. He accidentally bumped into the boy's arms. The hairpin fell to the ground. Deng Hao held the hairpin and glared at him. The boy was not much older than him, and his face was red.
"What's your name, girl?" The young man asked, cupping his hands.
Deng Hao's eyes flashed, he caught a glimpse of the hibiscus pattern on the hairpin, and said: "Fairy Hibiscus."
The young man heard this and said, "Miss Furong."
Deng Hao was stunned. This young man was so straightforward. He whispered: "What do you believe in what I say?" He turned around and said shyly: "Furong is my nickname."
The young man said: "Since I called you by your nickname, you should follow me from now on."
Deng Yao, who has never been out of the mountain gate: I am really presumptuous. "
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Two days later, they met again in the small town at the foot of the mountain. The young man rescued Deng Shuo in the busy city.
He asked again sincerely: "Are you willing to follow me now? "
Deng Suo lowered his eyebrows and nodded, walking beside the young man, and they were never separated from each other again.
-The pretty and clever charlatan x the straightforward and innocent young knight.
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Intention: Slow water flows long.