Chapter 207

Ah Cheng looks at the woman.

She exposed her natural white body to the air. Her black hair was tied in a random bun with emerald green branches. Her eyes swept around. When she saw Ah Cheng, she just smile.

A Cheng looks into her eyes.

A pair of beautiful eyes, calm, reflecting the mountains and lakes, a Cheng looks down and stares at the dirty cloth shoes on his feet.

The woman hummed softly, her voice clear and straight up into the sky.

Several wild animals came out of the shadow of the forest. The huge red leopard was accompanied by a group of Petite beavers and a white ape. They pass through a Cheng, he can feel their heat, and the faint fragrance of flowers, even the beasts are fragrant? A Cheng saw the White Ape put a suit of clothes on the lake, and the goddess walked gently on the microwave of the lake, stepping out a circle of ripples, as if stepping on the stone road of stagnant water.

When she arrived at the lakeside, the woman put on her clothes and then sat on the broad back of the red leopard. Ah Cheng raised his head to see her again. Wearing a plain white Ru skirt, she seemed to be wrapped in the clouds, and her body released a faint light, like the moon.

A Cheng asked, "who are you?"

"I, Xue Li, you, people."

Women are slow to speak, but their voices are comfortable.

Ah Cheng scratched his head. He had an unusual feeling in his heart. It wasn't the satisfaction of food, the joy of jokes, or the complacency of martial arts progress. It was a different, unusual joy.

He couldn't help talking to the woman more.

"My name is Qian Fucheng. You can call me a Cheng."

"Ah, Cheng." When the woman said these two words, her voice poured out from her throat, as if she were singing gracefully. She gently covered her mouth and was at a loss. "Ah Cheng, you, Xue Li, me." She pronounced carefully, but the epilogue went up.

Ah Cheng smiles, "Xue Li."

"Well?" The woman tilted her head, and the red leopard under her seat also tilted her head and blinked.

"Are you a mountain ghost?"

"What is a mountain ghost?" Xue Li speaks more fluently this time. She smiles and pats red leopard. She goes to ah Cheng and circles around him.

Ah Cheng looks at the woman and the red leopard. They appear in front of him, part of them, part of them, and then disappear. It's like a lantern. He's the candle, and Xue Li is the picture book of legend.

Ah Cheng sings softly, "if someone comes to the mountain, she will be taken by Xue Li."

It seems that someone passed by shankuma. I was wearing a Ficus pumila and a female pineapple around my waist.

"It's good to laugh as well as to look at it, and it's good to be graceful when I admire you."

You will admire my graceful posture.

Xue Li stopped in front of him, listening to his words, as if his words would shine, boundless stars, boundless moonlight, boundless beautiful women, when his lips and teeth gently moved, from the sky, from the ground, from the cracks in the mountains, from the traces of running water, all floated out everywhere, ups and downs, floating, gyrating, messy, surrounded With sentient beings, base stacked into a dizzying picture. Whether you look around or look up, you can see that it's like stepping into a poet's dream.

"Good, beautiful." Xue Li can't speak again. She frowns. Her tongue keeps knocking on her chin, making a pattering sound. With the tune of a Cheng, she looks around and smiles unconsciously.

A Cheng sings Qu Yuan's "Mountain Ghost" and stares at Xue Li.

The subtle expression on her face, her glowing skin is involved, and her facial features seem to be able to speak with infinite deep feelings.

That wonderful feeling once again hit the heart, different, unusual - pleasant.

A long song has its end. Ah Cheng drags the last sentence of "thinking of the young man, leaving his worries". He hopes that this sentence will never end. He just lets time stop at the last word, the moment before spitting it out, so that I can see clearly how happy I am.

The aftersound dissipated in the cold and humid air at night. Xue Li narrowed her eyes and showed her teeth with a smile. She seemed to be a beaver slave who was full of food and stretched out a lazy waist in front of the boundless and gentle moonlight.

"Ah, I like it very much."

"If you like, I'll sing it a few more times."

Xue Li shook her head. "I can sing. Listen to me."

“…… Riding a red leopard, I'm a Wenli, riding a Xinyi car, I'm a Guiqi... "

Strange, ah Cheng laughs blankly. Xue Li doesn't speak fluently. When she sings, she seems to burst out of a clear spring and burst out of a stone. It's so vast.

Birds sing in unison, thousands of insects sing in harmony, and endless animals stop and listen.

As for ah Cheng, pleasure. He was drowning in a sea of joy.

After Xue Li finished singing, the echo was still surging back and forth in the mountains.

"That sounds good."

Xue Li tilted her head. "I, I know, it's very nice. I like it, and so do you."

Ah Cheng is dizzy when he looks at the gorgeous Ficus pumila."I like it."

Xue Li began to laugh and jumped down from the back of the red leopard. She said to ah Cheng, "is there anything else?"

"Yes."

A Cheng tries to sit down and keeps a distance. He doesn't dare to look at Xue Li. He just looks at the lake and remembers the book of songs a little bit. His words are mixed with the moonlight. He is a little aphasia.

"Say it."

"Guan Ju Jiu..."

Until the sun rises, ah Cheng wakes up wet with dew.

He looked around in a hurry, and there was no one by the lake, red leopard, beaver, White Ape, not to mention her.

The seal of Epiphyllum in the middle of the eyebrow flickers. Ah Cheng is supposed to be urged by his father. He's a little afraid. He looks around in a hurry. When he sees the Bodhisattva statue, he takes a breath and is ready to hand over.

Sure enough, my father sent dozens of messages, ah Zhi also sent a few, and another one was from Ficus pumila.

These messages are suspended in the small pure land of my mind. They are illusory figures with their own expressions. For example, my father has dozens of messages, dozens of empty shadows, and his face is smelly one by one. Ah Zhi is still dull. As for Xue Li, she is smiling.

A Cheng ignores the news from his father and a Zhi, and focuses on Xue Li.

In the pure land, the silent Ficus pumila saw his arrival and immediately said happily, "you, come, you still want to come. I'll wait for you in the evening."

Ah Cheng's words, thinking about how to reply to her.

Think for a long time, hold out a "good."

He looked at the message he sent. A virtual shadow of ah Cheng, with a straight face, sprang out a word from his teeth, as if he had a bitter hatred.

Do you want to think about another one? Forget it. Send it.

Ah Cheng came home with a small Bodhisattva Dharma statue. His father was waiting at the door with a wattle. Seeing that he was wet and holding the Buddha statue in his arms, his face softened. He turned the wattle back to the corner and waited for ah Cheng to walk in front of him.

The son looked up at his father and raised the Buddha statue to him.

My father didn't pick him up at the first time. Instead, he paid homage. Then he poked his son's head with his thick finger and glared at him. Then he took the Buddha statue and looked happy.

Ah Cheng rubbed his forehead and looked back at the mountain.

Xue Li, wait for me.