Wei Yang heard the two sisters talking and turned her head from the window: "Say it's okay, but don't let uncle hear it, he will be angry."
"Why do you call me uncle?" the three sisters asked in unison.
Wei Yang's fair cheeks soon turned red, and after a while she replied, "When I first met General Yan, I called him little uncle. I got used to it and I can't change it for the time being!"
Yan Xiaoling raised her eyebrows: "Uncle is ten years older than you, it's not wrong for you to call him uncle."
Yan Xiaoli was so angry that she slapped her arm: "You said that they are an engaged couple, how can I call him uncle? I have to call him brother."
Wei Yang couldn't help but laugh when she saw Yan Xiaoling's lips pouting after being slapped. She really liked this group of girls. They were genuine and not fake. They said whatever they wanted to say and would not compete with you in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, appearance or clothing.
"Hey, look." Yan Xiaoyan, who was lying on the window, pointed downstairs and shouted in surprise: "Hero, hero, here, here..."
The people downstairs looked up one after another. Yan Xiaoli felt embarrassed and annoyed, but there was nothing she could do.
The hero Yan Xiaoyan called was exactly Xie Dalang.
Wei Yang leaned back to the window and looked out. The sun shone warmly on the street, and a slightly cold wind blew in her face. Xie Dalang was dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand, with his eyes raised, and the lines on his handsome face seemed to be the work of a god.
When he saw Weiyang's little head sticking out of the window, his eyes lit up, and even the dust floating in the air was startled and flashed with golden light.
This man is a monster.
Yan Xiaoling couldn't help but cover her cheek and shouted to him, "Hero, would you like to come up and have a drink? Thank you for your help that day."
The girls of Yanzhou are so heroic. Passers-by heard the voices, saw a row of little heads sticking out of the restaurant window, and looked at Xie Dalang's handsome appearance and couldn't help but smile kindly.
Maybe it will be another good story.
Hearing this, Xie Dalang pursed his lips and chuckled, and said in a lazy voice: "Thank you for inviting me, young lady. I have something else to do. Can you wait for a moment?"
"Okay, I'll treat you to a meal." Yan Xiaoling was so excited that she didn't know what to do. She grabbed the duck fat pancake on the table and wanted to throw it down.
Wei Yang quickly covered her eyes. The scene of Xie Dalang eating a sesame cake was too beautiful to be looked at.
Yan Xiaoli came back to her senses, turned around, grabbed Yan Xiaoling's wrist, snatched the pancake away, and gently pushed her: "Don't mess around."
Yan Xiaoling also realized that she seemed to have done something wrong. Her face flushed and she stammered to Xie Dalang, "Yes, it is delicious. If you don't believe me, ask my aunt."
Xie Dalang raised his head with a smile: "I believe it."
In the light and shadow, Xie Dalang seemed to be covered with a thin layer of golden halo. He wore a golden crown, a wide belt, and a light fur coat. He was as handsome as a god, but also had a tyrannical and domineering look.
If, he doesn't continue talking!
He flicked his sleeves, pointed his folding fan into the distance, and raised the corners of his lips. His peach blossom eyes sparkled in the sunlight and were particularly attractive. His voice was low and hoarse, "This is my Flower Festival gift for my sister. Do you like it?"
What gift? The four people upstairs looked at each other. They had been staying upstairs the whole time, and they hadn't seen any gifts coming up.
The four of them looked in the direction of his folding fan, and from afar, they saw more than a dozen huge floats approaching slowly. On each float was a child, with beautiful faces and gorgeous clothes, holding a flute or a xiao, and the fragrance of flowers and the sound of music filled their faces.
Weiyang: “… ”