Lu Zhishan naturally knew which time Mu Nanzhi was referring to. He immediately curled his lips and smiled, then walked over to straighten Mu Nanzhi's cloak.
Mu Nanzhi was so busy that he jumped two steps away, looking around, while blushing and whispering: "This is still outside, you are not allowed to touch it."
Lu Zhishan smiled and said nothing, and the two people following Mu Nanzhi continued to walk slowly.
In the early spring of April, the weather is warm and the weeping willows by the river have sprouted new green leaves. The evening wind blows and the sky is filled with poplar flowers. Thousands of slender willow branches gently pat the river water, and the poplar flowers fall on the water. As the water flows slowly to an unknown distance, it is very gentle and graceful.
"The poplar flowers are so beautiful, they are fluttering," Mu Nanzhi stopped and stood by the river, his eyes following the poplar flowers on the river, while sighing with Lu Zhishan, "Such a beautiful flower, Why did he get the reputation of being a licentious person?"
"The poplar flowers flow by the water and have no definite character, so the ancients used the poplar flower to compare the restless woman." Lu Zhishan said.
"What's wrong with the poplar flowers running away from the water? That's because they fell into the water. Wouldn't the precious flowers like peonies and peonies also have to run away from the water?" Mu Nanzhi said angrily, "It must have happened again. It's that old scholar who has nothing to do but talks about benevolence and morality, but he still insists on dragging Yang Hua down to support him. It's really hateful. "
"Nanny is right." Lu Zhishan looked at the poplar flowers on Mu Nanzhi's hair, and wanted to reach out and brush her hair, but he thought it looked very good, so he didn't do it, but his eyes could no longer Can't live without Mu Nanzhi.
"What's even more despicable is that there is a word called "liquor" to describe a restless woman, but no one accuses a man who changes his mind of his own life of being a flower. It's really annoying." Mu Nanzhi turned around and glared at Lu Zhishan. , "Cousin, do you think so?"
"Yes, yes," Lu Zhishan couldn't help but hold his lips and said softly, "I was just looking at the flowers and the scenery, but I didn't expect that Nannan felt angry. It seems that it's my cousin's fault."
"It's your fault, I just said it casually." Mu Nanzhi felt embarrassed again, feeling that he was really making a fuss out of a molehill, and continued to follow the man forward.
The setting sun stretched the man's shadow very long, and because the man was naturally tall, the shadow became wider. Mu Nanzhi kept walking in the man's shadow, and she watched her steps step by step. Stepping on the man's shadow, my heart felt sweet and warm, and I really wanted to hold my cousin's hand.
"Cousin, it's getting dark, let's find a small restaurant to eat?" Mu Nanzhi stepped forward and tugged on the man's sleeve, without letting go, while whispering, "I like to eat food made by people from southern Xinjiang." The snacks are exquisite and refreshing. ”
Lu Zhishan asked: "Is it still the same restaurant we ate at last time?"
Mu Nanzhi nodded hurriedly: "Well, last time I was just looking at the lanterns, I didn't even try their shrimp dumplings. I always wanted to come over and try them again."
"Okay, let's go there right away."
Lu Zhishan looked at the white and tender little hand holding his sleeve, and felt incredibly soft in his heart. He held the white and tender little hand in his hand with his backhand. When he noticed that Mu Nanzhi was struggling to shake it off, he held it The child held it tighter and said softly: "It's okay, it's already dark and no one can see it."