Lanshan knew that Qiao Feng was also going to ride a horse with Wu Wen, but she didn't know that Little Rape would also go. The blue shirt was a little strange, "Don't you like riding horses, because your butt hurts."
Little Rape said bitterly, "Wu Wen took me to ride a horse just to make my butt hurt."
The blue shirt was silent for a while, and replied, "What you said is quite trivial..."
"Don't mention it." Little Rape said, spitting out her boss angrily. Among them are the problems frequently encountered in offices of various types of slavery and oppression.
Lanshan sympathizes with little rape. She felt that it was probably Wu Wen who was stubborn about the last incident, and the remaining anger was still there, so she tried every means to toss the little rapeseed.
After voicing, Xiao Rape said very stubbornly, "I will resign sooner or later!"
"Are you willing to?"
"Of course I can't bear it!"
The blue shirt had to shut up.
***
Playing horses is a kind of activity that burns more money. Lanshan also loves to ride horses, but her hobby was cultivated in her herdsman grandfather's house. When she arrives in big cities, she doesn't have the financial strength to develop this hobby. Others spend millions on horses, and she spends at most a few thousand yuan on a set of riding equipment.
The more expensive horses on the market are almost all race horses. A good horse is more expensive than a good car. However, Lanshan doesn't know much about the breeds of these race horses. The horses she has ridden since childhood are all local Mongolian horses, and there is very little opportunity to kiss Fangze of those wealthy bloodlines.
Song Zicheng took her to see the horses in the equestrian club, and the blue shirt was dazzled for a moment. The horses here are ready to eat at the first sight, all of them are healthy, with smooth fur, shiny mane, full of energy, and particularly beautiful.
The most beautiful one is Song Zicheng's Arabian horse. Its body is snow white, its tail is taller than a normal horse, and its big eyes are bright and smooth, like a gentle princess. It was very happy to see Song Zicheng. Song Zicheng asked Lanshan to touch his head, but he did not refuse, and was very docile.
"Want to ride?" Song Zicheng asked.
The blue shirt was a bit tangled. Of course she wants to ride a horse, but this one belongs to Song Zicheng. If she rides it, she must ride with him. Lanshan likes to ride alone.
So she smiled, "Boss, just pick another horse for me."
Song Zicheng also has a horse. He led her to see, it was a war horse from Denmark, with dark gray fur, dots of white on its back, like snowflakes, and it looked like it was wearing a polka dot blanket, very avant-garde. It is shorter than the Arabian horse just now, so it is suitable for girls to ride.
Lanshan thought this was good, and just about to say "it's it", when he glanced at it, he suddenly saw someone walking by with a tall horse outside. The horse was too tall and majestic, so she couldn't help but pay attention.
She couldn't help but go out and watch. As soon as she saw the man leading the horse, she was a bit spartan.
… It turned out to be Qiao Feng.
After seeing the blue shirt, Qiao Feng was stunned for a moment, "Blue shirt, why are you here?"
Lanshan thinks that this is a coincidence, and it must be because God wanted her to be with Qiao Feng, so he made coincidences again and again. She was very happy, walked over and circled his horse, "This is yours?"
It was a big black horse with a strong body and shiny and healthy fur. It was so black that there was no variegated hair, and only four hooves were white, as if it were snowing.
Qiao Feng nodded, "Yes."
Lanshan likes this kind of majestic horse, she has a look of envy, she wants to touch it, but she doesn't dare to touch it. Qiao Feng said, "It has a bad temper, but you can feed it candy."
Lanshan took the candy herself, she fed it a piece, and it was eaten with face. The blue shirt raised his eyebrows lightly and glanced at Qiao Feng with a smile, "Just like you."
Qiao Feng lowered his head and smiled. He pursed his mouth and smiled lightly, as if spring breeze was all over his face. Lanshan looked at him, and suddenly remembered a famous poem:
"The most is the gentleness that bows his head, like the shyness of a water lotus flower that can't beat the cool breeze."
I'm going to go! The blue shirt held his forehead and couldn't think about it anymore!
Song Zicheng stood not far away looking at them. The blue shirt might not recognize the breed of Qiao Feng's horse, but he could tell it at a glance. That is one of the most popular breeds of race horses: thoroughbreds. In terms of pedigree nobility, thoroughbred horses are actually not as good as Arabian horses, but the blue shirt is obviously more interested in that thoroughbred horse.
Or, is she Aiwu Jiwu
Song Zicheng looked at the two talking and laughing, and his expression sank.
At this moment, Lan Shan pointed to Qiao Feng's big black horse and asked him, "Can you ride it?"
"Can."
"real?"
"I will ride to take pictures."
The blue shirt rolled his eyes greatly, "Violence!"
Seeing that she liked it so much, Qiao Feng said, "Are you here to ride?" He handed her the reins.
Blue shirt led the horse, a little embarrassed, "That's not good, how about you?"
"I can watch." I was satisfied when I watched.
When he said this, she was even more embarrassed. But she was reluctant to bear such a great horse. After hesitating for a while, Lanshan said, "Forget it, sister with you?"
"what?"
"I'll take you to ride, do you want to? Do you want to pull it down."
"Willing!" Qiao Feng said, following up.
Lanshan walked out a few steps, and suddenly realized something was wrong: she came with Song Zicheng, how can she leave her boss to play by herself now!
She turned around and wanted to walk back to say hello, just to see Song Zicheng standing at the gate of the stables looking at them with a faint expression.
Lanshan was a little guilty and greeted Song Zicheng, "Boss, shall we play with him? There are so many people."
Song Zicheng nodded, but did not refuse, but "You go first, I have something else."
Lanshan quickly took Qiao Feng away.
This racecourse is built on a flat grassland on the outskirts of Beijing. In addition to general equestrian training venues, there are also more free racecourses. Lanshan didn't have much research on horsemanship, so he went to the racecourse with Qiao Feng.
Here, she saw and rode back Wu Wen and Xiao Rape. Little Rape sat in front of Wu Wen, her face tangled into buns, and she looked miserable. Even though she was hugged by the male god, she couldn't be happy.
Seeing the blue shirt, the little rape has found a savior, "Blue shirt!"
Wu Wen was a little surprised. According to Qiao Feng's statement, Lanshan didn't like him, but now Qiao Feng brought the girl over so soon, it seems that the situation is not as bad as he said.
Wu Wen suddenly realized: Why should he believe what Qiao Feng said? That's an idiot!
Lanshan saw the poor little rapeseed and felt a little pain. She said to Wu Wen, "Mr. Wu, would you like to let her rest for a while?"
"Well," Wu Wen replied, "Let's go to the riverside to rest, you guys play first." Turning the horse's head as he said, he glanced at Qiao Feng as he left, and sent an unsuspecting look.
The blue shirt turned on his horse neatly, his figure was vigorous, like an agile harrier, and there was a hint of surprise in Qiao Feng's eyes.
But when it was his turn, he was a little nervous. He used to ride a limited number of times, and naturally the same is true for the number of times to mount a horse. In addition, now that this horse is taller than a normal horse, his movements are a bit jerky. The blue shirt stretched out and pulled him, and he dangled her hand, just like a big girl.
Lan Shan was anxious and pulled him up. Qiao Feng relied on his long legs and stepped on the stirrups to turn over and finally went up.
The blue shirt couldn't laugh or cry, "I'm so stupid. Are you embarrassed to ride such a good horse?"
Qiao Feng didn't answer, he took the initiative to wrap her waist without waiting for her instructions, especially consciously.
Lanshan's heart was pounding, she calmed her mind and asked him, "What are you doing?"
"I'm afraid."
"..." Thousands of words turned into a sigh of emotion in the end: How on earth did I like this product!
The blue shirt galloped on the green field, as if to the boundless prairie again, suddenly felt open-minded and energetic. She didn't dare to run too fast because she was worried that Qiao Feng was "scared", but this speed seemed to be an unbearable weight in his life. He clasped her waist tightly, wishing to grow on her. His chin rests on her shoulders, and if both of them don't wear helmets, he is afraid to put his face on hers as well.
Lanshan's heart flickered, as if she was playing bungee jumping, and she didn't want to ride a horse anymore, so she slowed down and the two of them walked slowly on the grass. The big dark horse is very obedient, not at all as grumpy as Qiao Feng said.
After slowing down, Qiao Feng's movements did not change. He still clings to her, the summer equestrian clothes are thinner, and the blue shirt can almost feel the continuous heat from his back. The heat heated up her blood, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, and it evaporated quickly when the wind blew.
Although the heart is still thumping, like a fish suddenly out of the water. But the magical thing is that Lanshan's brain was blown by the small cool breeze on the grassland, and suddenly became clearer. She looked down at the white hands clasped around her waist, and smiled lightly.
"Like" this kind of thing is actually quite difficult to define, I'm afraid Qiao Feng himself didn't know whether he liked her, how could she figure it out
But at least, he doesn't hate her.
Lanshan realized that he had made a strategic mistake. She has been chased since she was a child. She is like a proud peacock, picking and choosing among many chasers. She always greets her feelings with an attitude of scrutiny and waiting. Before handing over herself, she must first confirm the sincerity of the other party.
The problem is, she is so, so why is Qiao Feng? This kid's condition left her for several blocks, and everywhere was surrounded by fragrant people, he was full of sincerity, and he himself was dumbfounded, expecting him to open his mind, who to like, and to pursue actively
Too unreliable...
In the end, two people are the kind of people who can take the lead in the relationship with their own good conditions, so that when two people meet together, one must take the initiative.
Lanxian touched his chin. Since she had gotten the hang of it earlier than Qiao Feng, she had to go first.
In fact, you don't have to wait until the other party is tempted to develop a relationship. It’s okay to take advantage of this kid's ignorance and take up his body and mind in a rush
Besides, it doesn’t matter if you can’t catch up. In Qiao Feng’s eyes, her "pervert" image has long been ingrained. She almost took off his pants. He did not reject him, and he was willing to continue to be friends with her. This shows that How broad a person's heart is. So he will definitely not ignore her in the future.
The more I thought about it, the more wonderful it became, and the messy emotions that had been previously understood finally came to light, and the blue shirt had a sense of comfort of seeing the bright moon aside from the dark clouds.
She and Qiao Feng stopped by the river, and they got off their horses and sat on the grass to watch the scenery.
After sitting for a while, the blue shirt lay on his back on the grass, with his hands resting on the back of his head, and occasionally horses passed by, and she heard those who got hoofs rattle.
Both of them have taken off their helmets and set them aside. At this moment, the blue shirt's hair is scattered, and the shiny black hair is spread on the grass. With a white face, the facial features are bright and the smile is awkward, and Qiao Feng's heart is trembling. , And looked at her with a smirk.
"Why?" he asked her in a low voice.
Lanshan replied, "Happy."
"Why are you happy?"
Lanshan hooked his finger at him, "Come here, I'll tell you."
Qiao Feng followed his ears. He leaned down with one hand by her hair, and moved slowly, like a clean cloud slowly approaching.
Lansong watched him obediently leaning over his ears. Today he is wearing a classic knight costume, a black vest, and a white shirt. He is clean and spotless. The neck is like jade, the ears are beautifully contoured, and the earlobes are full, which makes people particularly want to pinch.
Qiao Feng waited for a while, but didn't hear Lan Shan speak, he turned his face to look at her strangely.
The two of them turned face to face for a while, sticking very close, so close that he could kiss her just by gently bowing his head.
Qiao Feng pursed his mouth and looked into Lanshan's eyes. She kept smiling, and he couldn't see clearly. He plucked up his courage a few times, and felt that it seemed inappropriate for him to act rashly, so he sighed slightly and raised his head to straighten up.
The blue shirt suddenly clasped his shoulder.
Qiao Feng's heart almost jumped to his throat. He fixedly looked at her and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"
Lanshan's gaze slowly slid down, passing over the bridge of his tall nose, and falling on his lips. As she was about to get closer, she suddenly heard the neighing sound of a fierce horse.
Both of them were taken aback, and the blue shirt looked away and saw a beautiful white horse stopped not far away. The man on the horse was cold and pressing, staring at them stubbornly at the moment, his eyes full of anger and bitterness that could not be suppressed.
Lanshan trembled in his heart, how could he have forgotten.