Under the sunshine, by the Chengbi Lake, beside the stone railings.\\yd \\

The cherry trees are full of fruits, mulberries are hanging under the mulberry trees, and willow trees are swaying.

These trees are all big trees, old trees, the smallest diameter and the thickness of thighs. The largest one is the old trees sent by Zeng Credit, all have thick waists, lush crowns and lush branches, and are very rare.

When Song Wen bought it, he specifically told them not to saw off the branches on the tree, and the whole tree was transported. Although the boss who sold the tree felt strange, he still did it. So when the tree was delivered, it looked like it was planted there and it was like it when it came, without any change.

He originally wanted to plant a cherry with a willow tree and mulberries like this, but later he felt that it was not good to plant it like this, so he let the cherry tree become a cherry tree and the willow tree become a willow tree. Now it looks good, and Song Wen feels very satisfied.

I inspected the bottle hanging on the tree and planned to go back to cook. I was afraid that there would be any problems with the tree, so I thought about it and took out some spring water from the Ruyi Fan and sprayed it on the tree, so that the leaves, branches, and the trees could fully absorb water as long as the sunlight was shining, so as not to have insufficient moisture on the tree and really lose fruits or fallen leaves, which would affect the overall beauty.

A few days later, the tree that was moistened by the spring water in Ruyi Fan finally returned to normal, and even the cut-off roots slowly grew new roots. At this time, Song Wen took down the dunk bottle.

Spring is slowly awake, lazy to move.

No matter how bright the sun is outside the window, I just want to hold the quilt and talk to the beauty in my dream again.

The sun shines brightly, and birds and insects are chirping outside, and a fresh breath sneaks into the house with the wind.

Song Wen squinted his eyes lazily and glanced at the clock beside his pillow. He saw that it was only eight o'clock and it was still early. He rolled the quilt and fell asleep again.

A few cars drove in the green bamboo forest and slowly drove towards Song Wen's house.

The car stopped at the parking lot, and jumped out of a few strong young men from behind a cargo card, busy moving things from the car. He walked towards the lake. There were also a bunch of girls coming from the business car next to him to help.

A group of people moved their things to the lake and started to get busy. They arranged tables and chairs, tablecloths, tablecloths, tableware and tableware. They were orderly and looked very skillful, and they obviously did this kind of thing often.

In the hazy state, Song Wen woke up again. He opened his eyes hard and looked at the clock next to him. It was nine o'clock and felt a little hungry. He got up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and started a life that was almost repeated every day.

Life is so ordinary.

Some people always look forward to a magnificent life and always want their every day to be rich and colorful and unique, but they don’t know that the reason why life is life is because it is life. Just like the most beautiful love, it will eventually become ordinary. A plain life. A plain love is the true meaning of life.

Unlike the movies and novels, whether they release passion under the dazzling stage and the charming neon lights, or they are caring and indulging in the sea, or fighting in the mall, and they can live a wonderful life every day. Humph, how can life be like this every day? That's just a joke!

After finishing the scrubbing, he came to the balcony. Song Wen sprayed some water for the orchid that Xiaojun gave him, wiped off the leaves, and then started exercising.

After exercising, I felt relieved, so I couldn't help but let go of my throat and sang a song: "I love you, Snow in Saibei, you raised me with sweet milk... Zhumu Lama... Zhumu Lama... Zhumu Lama... Ala swoo... Yilu Hey yilu..."

Song Wen sang a few words in a mess, feeling that his singing voice was really great. Thinking of it, he couldn't help but complain, no one appreciated it. In fact, he just lacked cultivation. Otherwise, if he had the voice, he would definitely make a big splash if he went to the competition.

The mountains are quiet, and the songs he sang are circling around the mountains and can be heard clearly around.

The busy crowd outside set up a temporary dinner table not far from the lake in just a short while, a temporary performance stage, a barbecue grill and cooking kitchenware.

On the shore of the lake, there was a white parasol and a rattan chair underneath. A woman dressed in a professional woman sat quietly, clamping her legs, drinking coffee while flipping through the magazines in her hand.

Suddenly, he heard Song Wen singing a messy song and almost didn't spray out the coffee in his mouth. When he heard Song Wen say something that was not cultivated, he could no longer help but spray out the coffee in his mouth and giggled without any manners. The girl who placed the things next to him also started to laugh. The strong young men were so impressed that they almost kowtowed and worshiped. It was a waste that the man inside didn't go to crosstalk.

Breakfast is still elephant steak.

In the past few days, Song Wen has become addicted to eating elephant meat. Almost all meals include elephant meat, such as stir-fried garlic sprouts, stir-fried like meat, boiled like meat, braised like meat, braised like meat, and making it in different ways. But no matter how he could eat it, he only ate a little elephant meat until now. The elephant inside Ruyi Fan still looks complete.

Traditional Chinese medicine believes that meat is sweet, light and flat, and non-toxic. Eat more and make people fat. Take soup to treat urination with slight urination. Bring it to ash to drink it, treat excessive urination and apply it with oil to bald sores. It looks fat and crispy like meat, and is a bit like pork, with a light and smooth taste. Therefore, it is conducive to opening the seven orifices. When burned, the fire melts, so it can reduce urination.

Sometimes Song Wen had to admire the ancients, who could actually analyze all the creatures in the world so clearly. He knew all the liver, gallbladder, head, tail and other things as medicine, and I don’t know how it was done?

After breakfast, Song Wen went to the back to feed chickens, ducks, cattle and other poultry, and drove them out, then went to the front yard, opened the gate, and planned to go to the lake where the big bracken dug from the mountain to see. After so long, I haven't seen it before, and I don't know how it looks.

I just opened the door, but I found that a long dining table had been set up on the grass by the lake at some point. There was a small stage next to it. There was a musical instrument, microphone and audio on the stage. There was a barbecue grill, a gas stove and a wok on the other end.

What's going on? It's different when I wake up. Could it be that I'm wearing it as I write in the book???

For a moment, Song Wen was stunned.

In Songjiabao, a group of people were eagerly appreciating everything in the earthen building and sighing at the wisdom of their predecessors.

After the visit, a group of people settled in Songjiabao, got on a tourist bus, and headed up the mountain.

Song Wen looked at everything in front of him and suddenly remembered that yesterday, Mr. Bo seemed to have said that he was coming to have a dinner together today. Could it be that they were all prepared? If this is the case, these old men and women are too troubling! Some people serve, music, and barbecue and cook, and they can catch up with the life of a god.

Seeing that the courtyard door that had been closed was opened, the men and women who were so bored that they gathered together to talk looked over there. They remembered the singing just now, and looked at Song Wen who opened the courtyard door with a strange look.

The woman sitting under the parasol heard the sound, turned her head to look, and saw that the courtyard door was opened, she got up and walked over.

The woman Tingting walked over, her beautiful hair was blown up by the wind, flying freely, dividing her beautiful face into countless pictures. Her bright red lips, her straight nose, curved eyebrows, and her eyes as dark as the night, were each so fascinating. She walked slowly, and her majestic breasts, bound by professional women's clothing, seemed to shake as she walked, shook, and thrilling.

Song Wen almost held it with his hands after seeing it. He was afraid that the thing inside would accidentally break free from the shackles of his clothes and fall off.

"Hello."

The woman came to Song Wen and reached out to him and said.

Song Wen quickly reached out and held it, saying, "Hello, hello."

As he said, his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by her, a ray of fragrance floated over her, and he glanced at her majestic chest, and his little heart couldn't help but thump.

To be honest, he had seen many women when he was traveling, and he also read countless women online, but when he saw the woman in front of him, he couldn't help but be attracted by him. If he compared Xiaojun with her, Xiaojun was like the grape that was about to turn ripen, but the woman in front of him was so ripe that it could not be ripe for purple grapes. It was so ripe that it was about to drip out juice, which made people couldn't help but want to pick it down and taste what it tasted.

This woman has a mature woman's charm and style, which makes people feel moved.

Song Wen looked at the woman in front of him and felt very familiar. He couldn't help but ask, "We seem to have seen it somewhere."

When the woman heard this, she burst into laughter and said, "Don't you think this kind of chat is rustic?"

Uh, did she think she wanted to fuck him? How could it be? He is a wife, and it would be unlikely that she would come over like a moth to the fire.

"Is my hands soft?" the woman suddenly asked Song Wen.

What she said was very gentle, like a pearl falling into a jade plate, which was very nice.

"It's very soft." Song Wen didn't know why she asked, but he answered honestly.

"Is it comfortable to hold it?" the woman asked again.

"ah..."

Song Wencai remembered that he had been holding someone's hand, and quickly let go, saying, "I'm sorry, I forgot."

Although he said this, he thought in his heart that it would be great if he could hold the tender and soft hand for a while.

Even if a man is honest, he still can't help but reveal his nature when he sees a beautiful woman. (Pig Brother = salty and wet = lustful)

The woman didn't care, she just looked at him with a smile.

Song Wen also looked at her and suddenly saw a corner of the jade pendant on her chest. He finally remembered where he had seen her. Wasn't this the one he had wrong when he went on a blind date last year?

Women are really fickle. I remember that she sat by the window at that time, which made people feel gentle and quiet, and gave people a sense of elegance and luxury. Now, just changing out a set of clothes makes people feel that the working women are positive and brave and strong. This woman really cannot be guessed by common sense, and it is not something that a simple man like him can understand. (Welcome, your support is my greatest motivation.)

{Piaotian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}
Chapter completed!