Queen Flower

Sanzi approached her hesitantly, and crouched down not far from her.

Just now he had been hiding in the room and looked at her secretly, and he saw that she was only wearing the most simple white shirt, which didn't seem to fit very well. It's not as good as the stamens between her eyebrows. Those slender hands that twisted the petals were softer than all the jade he had ever seen. He really wanted to turn into a falling flower and stay on her knees.

"What's on your mind?" Seeing her frowning, the third son asked.

Jiang Lan raised his head, saw him carefully bending his body, and smiled softly, this is still a sixteen-year-old child. She shook her head, "Have you been here for a long time?"

The three sons sat down cross-legged, "Well, we came to flee, the mother died on the way, and the fathers were only left with the second daddy, the eldest brother's daddy and I both died, and the second brother also got separated, so we stayed The three of us are under, if there is no big brother, I would have died a long time ago."

"Is the world outside so chaotic?" Jiang Lan asked in surprise.

The third son nodded in frustration, "Yes, arrest people everywhere, women want to be arrested, men also want to be arrested." He glanced at Jiang Lan, and said seriously, "You need to be arrested even more."

Jiang Lan's mouth was flat. There were no human rights in the troubled times. She was getting worse and worse, to the point where she couldn't even get out of the door.

The third son glanced at her and said boldly, "You are so beautiful, even better than the most beautiful Yi Wei in our village."

Jiang Lan was a little surprised, didn't he say that there are no women? "Who is Yi Wei? Pretty girl?"

"No," Sanzi rubbed his head and grinned, "there are no women in our village, that's a teenager, very good-looking, like a big girl, we just look at his fantasy... hehe..."

He smiled silly. I was very embarrassed. Seeing that she had been holding the broken flower, she asked, "Do you like the queen flower very much?"

Jiang Lan nodded, "Well, I like it, it's beautiful." Then he remembered the scene in the early morning, and asked casually, "Don't you like it too? I saw a lot of people getting stabbed in the chest."

"That's not a tattoo," the third son shook his head sharply, "that's a sign that unmarried men in our country have. It's painted at birth, and it's gone when you get married." He put his hand on the placket of his chest, "I Do you want to see it?" He was not shy at all when he talked about it, as if he was extraordinarily proud, it was natural, because of their special national conditions, men who respected the country were taught to take the initiative since childhood. Otherwise, if there are too many monks and too little porridge, how can we get one. He continued: "In the past, if you married without this mark, the wife would be disgusted by the owner. Many wife owners would not want such a person at all, and those who did not have the flower seal would not be able to marry at all."

Jiang Lan stroked his forehead with his hand, it really was the case, that magical thing has now run to the man. So Xia Henqiu and Wen Daolin have both on their chests, but now the master...

The three sons were suddenly embarrassed and got up from the ground. He waved to Jiang Lan and ran away in a hurry.

Jiang Lan was a little suspicious, and a warm voice came from behind, "What are you talking about, so happy."

Jiang Lan replied smoothly. "I'm talking about the queen flower on their chest." After speaking, he realized who the questioner was.

Wen Daolin stood beside her and looked down at her. His eyes were soft and warm, but full of affection. Although he is not as active as Xiao Yan, he no longer deliberately hides his feelings.

Jiang Lan looked up at him, "Master, is your flower print still there?"

Wen Daolin paused and did not speak, his eyelids trembled slightly, and a thin red light appeared on his white and clean cheeks, and he was slightly uncomfortable.

Jiang Lan felt a little guilty, but it really was a good thing he did, "Master, I'm sorry."

Wen Daolin shook his head and said softly, "It doesn't matter." He didn't care at all, he didn't regret it, he was actually very lucky, otherwise he didn't know how to approach her now. He will always be just her master and never get close to her.

He bent down, stretched out his slender fingers to straighten the messy hair around her ear, stroked his fingers affectionately along the pinna, and patted her head lightly.

Jiang Lan looked up at him, but he lowered his head and kissed her smooth and full forehead.

The moist and soft lips stopped on the stamens between the eyebrows, and walked away with a touch, kissing lightly, and complaining of lovesickness.

Yan Zhan stood in front of the window, his fingers clenched the edge of the window, and fine powder was continuously scattered, spreading a thick layer on the ground.

He looked at the two people in white clothes under the flowers and trees. Alan likes to wear plain clothes the most because of him.

The two didn't show any special affection. One stood and the other sat. The red petals danced in the wind and fell on them, as if they were composing a poem and admiring a painting.

After such a distance, he felt the faint warmth and deep dependence.

He bowed his head, heart pierced like a knife.

Xiao Yan and Xia Henqiu came back. The house was found, and it was not far away. It was left by the old residents. Although it was a little run down, the house was still in good condition.

Several people thanked the Ke Yuanliang family for their hospitality and moved. Of course, the Ke Yuanliang brothers went to the new home with them.

Jiang Lan stepped into the yard, only to find that there were also queen flowers in this yard, many of them. The bright red flowers bent the branches, and the soil under the trees was black new soil, and then many men came out of the house, all covered in dust.

One person stood in front of her and said with a smile, "Is this flower beautiful? It's not worse than the village chief's. That kid Liu Wen moved all the flowers and trees in his yard. Now his yard must be full of pits. Do you have diarrhea?"

The person next to him sneered, "What am I doing, Li Qiang, you didn't come here early in the morning, mopping the floor and wiping the windows, like a hard-working scalper."

Li Qiang pointed at a large group of people and said, "There are so many scalpers, why are you just talking about me..."

Competing to speak, there are different opinions.

Jiang Lan looked up and saw that the house had been renovated, and there was no sign of dilapidation at all. I wanted to come this morning, I heard that they were going to stay, and many people came to help. color.

These people were attacking each other, but they were actually telling her about other people's efforts, and they kept playing tricks. Jiang Lan couldn't help but chuckle. This is really a very simple, sincere and interesting group of people.

Jiang Lan's smile is like the spring breeze in March, gently stroking everyone's faces, more like the fluttering catkins in the spring breeze, swept across everyone's hearts.

A group of people blushed, rubbed their heads and grinned naively, but their eyes were fixed on her, and they couldn't bear to look away.

Xiao Yan swallowed his anger into his stomach. It seems that this will be the case in the future. He must try to get used to it, or he will die of anger sooner or later. He looked at Yan Zhan, and saw that although this man had a solemn face, his face was calm, and his eyes did not have the usual anger, which was really strange.