Chang’an Peasant Girl

An Jing immediately laughed: "No wonder you dare to take me to the middle of the water."

After a pause, he quietly smiled and said: "Xiang Gong, my water is also very good, I can hold my breath in the water for a long time, if we really fall, you can't swim back with me, I should be able to swim back with you. ."

Xiao Changyi said nothing, and continued to support the bamboo raft in the middle of the river.

Quiet didn't speak anymore, but admired the more and more beautiful scenery.

The surrounding trees are lush and lush, reflected in the water, and the water is like a dark green; the river surface is sparkling and glittering, and a bamboo raft slowly sails towards the middle of the river. There are two people standing on the bamboo raft, handsome men and women, It seems to have become a beautiful scenery.

Because neither An Jing nor Xiao Changyi spoke, except for the sound of birds chirping, the sound of water, and the sound of bamboo poles propping up the water to make the bamboo raft move, there was no other sound at all. It was really natural.

Refreshing.

After standing quietly for a while, she simply lay down on the bamboo raft and relaxed her whole body. She really enjoyed this situation and this feeling very much.

But because the sun's rays were a bit dazzling, An Jing opened the oil-paper umbrella and placed it beside her head.

Covered by the oil-paper umbrella, she finally stopped being able to fully open her eyes because of the harsh light.

She rested her hands under her head, quietly feeling the slow movement of the bamboo raft under her, watching the scenery on both sides receding slowly, and in her line of sight, she could also see that her family was propelling the bamboo raft forward with bamboo poles. Her husband, An Jing really only felt that her heart was very peaceful at this moment.

It feels so good.

There is no worldliness, no disputes, only silence and beauty.

As soon as Xiao Changyi propped the bamboo raft to the middle of the river, he stopped propping it up, but took the bamboo pole and sat beside Jing Jing.

He didn't speak, just sat quietly beside Jing Jing, quietly watching the scenery, he just watched Jing Jing.

Out of the corner of Jing's eyes, she saw her husband looking at her all the time, and she just found it funny. Immediately, instead of looking at the scenery, she smiled and looked back at her husband.

After silently looking at her husband for a long time, she asked with a low smile, "How about you lie down too?"

"Alright."

Because the bamboo raft was a bit narrow, it was impossible for both of them to lie down, so they could only lie on their sides, facing each other.

She looked at him, he looked at her.

At this moment, she only has him in her eyes, and only her in his eyes.

Originally, only the quiet one was covered, but as soon as Xiao Changyi lay down, the oil-paper umbrella covered the two of them. The oil-paper umbrella was placed diagonally over their heads, so that they could both avoid the dazzling light.

The oil-paper umbrella is white, and there is a red plum painted on the oil-paper umbrella, which is particularly elegant and beautiful.

The scenery is picturesque. There is a bamboo raft in the painting, a pair of people on the bamboo raft, men in dark clothes, women in white clothes, an elegant oil-paper umbrella, the surrounding is quiet and sparkling, I don't know if it is the person in the painting or a fairy in the sky. , beautiful and incomparable.

Because of the cover of the oil-paper umbrella, no one knows what the two people under the oil-paper umbrella are doing, but if the oil-paper umbrella is removed, they will find that the two people who were just looking at each other quietly, their faces are close to each other, kissing each other, After tasting it for a while, his lips trembled slightly.

Even though they have been married for a long time, their hearts are still throbbing for each other.

"Xianggong," Quietly looked at each other for a while, and then he finally spoke again. The voice was not loud, but small enough for Xiao Changyi to hear. "Do you know what it means to be 'only envious of mandarin ducks but not immortals'?"

"Know," Xiao Changyi nodded lightly, "like us."