I can see luck value

"Yesterday, the white snow covered the sky, and today, the grass grows and the warbler flies again. I vaguely remember that this is the willow at Futou on the shore of the lake. I have vaguely seen it. It was a rush for the Jianghuai River. I don’t see the weak and the late guests." , Unheard of words are like evening, the grass grows and the warbler flies, another night."

Zhang Hao stood by the sea, reciting poems affectionately, and behind him was an exquisite beauty wearing sunglasses and lying on a beach chair.

Jiang Ying is now 32 years old, but I have to say that she is still like a girl, with a close-fitting long skirt that covers her fair legs, but outlines a graceful figure.

At this moment, she was blowing the sea breeze and listening to light music, but Zhang Hao's eloquent recitation suddenly appeared, and she couldn't help taking off her glasses.

"Mr. Zhang, I remember that I have made it very clear to you that I will not participate in any performances again, and I will not go under any circumstances."

Zhang Hao turned his head and looked at Jiang Ying but continued his topic: "Miss Jiang, you performed this song "The Grass Grows and the Eagles Fly" at the Shuimunianhua performance back then. I was shocked at that time. I didn't expect the world to be so elegant The poem. Seeing you now reminds me of another poem you wrote in the year of the first snow."

Jiang Ying sighed, and then blocked her ears with earplugs: "Go ahead, don't bother me."

Zhang Hao saw that pretending to be a fan was useless, so he stopped.

Just like what the previous two assistants said, Jiang Ying really doesn't want to do anything, and no one can persuade her to do things she doesn't want to do.

But this is a general situation, can Zhang Hao be the same?He is the son of luck.

Knowing it with reason and moving it with emotion, this trick has been used before, but it is completely ineffective.

Forcing and threatening to bluntly speak out about the predicament, this trick has been used before, and was scolded back.

Now, what else can he do?
Zhang Hao went straight to Jiang Ying, bent down, and took off her earplugs.

"You, what are you doing? You're so rude!" Jiang Ying's princess sickness fell again.

"His Royal Highness, I'm sorry, for your safety, I can only offend you."

"What do you want?" Jiang Ying asked with wide-eyed eyes.

Zhang Hao kicked Jiang Ying's recliner off with one kick, and the moment she fell off, he took a draught and picked her up.

Jiang Ying screamed, and then subconsciously scratched Zhang Hao with her hand, but Zhang Hao seemed to have been prepared, and immediately put her down, while he retreated more than one meter away.

"This is the feeling of your sister's bowl of strange noodles a few days ago. You know that her hard work has just started to improve these days, but she almost suffered a catastrophe. How does that feel? Your Royal Highness, it is what you felt just now!" Zhang Hao Vibrant words.

Jiang Ying stood up from the beach, stared at Zhang Hao and said stubbornly: "Isn't this matter over? You handled it well, so why are you still pestering me? What does this have to do with you inviting me to perform? "

Zhang Hao walked to the seaside, raised his hands and chanted: "The wind and smoke pass by, and the characters are different. Suddenly, a mist and rain floated in the distance, pattering and cleaning the world. What a heroic poem, I really didn't expect it to come from such an elegant and tactful person." in the girl's mouth."

Seeing that Zhang Hao was talking about other things, Jiang Ying folded her arms and corrected: "First of all, I am not a girl anymore. Secondly, this poem expresses emotion after the change of time. Children and old people witness In the end, my time is precious and everything is planned, so please don’t bother me, okay?”

It's fine if you are willing to speak up, and there will be a topic.

Zhang Hao touched his head awkwardly, and then said to Jiang Ying: "I'm sorry, Miss Jiang, in fact, my Chinese is not very good. I just like your poems. My perception is a bit off. I'm sorry. But that day, thousands of people stood up and applauded for you , and your life also took off from then on, don’t you want to stand on the stage again and feel the heat coming your way?”

"No." Jiang Ying said without hesitation.

This day... we've been chatting to death again.

No wonder Jiang Fan was so upset with her sister, and he was also very upset.

Zhang Hao tried everything, and decided to use the last trick.

"Miss Jiang, I heard that when you were young, you and your sister liked playing on the beach the most, and your favorite game was drifting bottles. Then do you believe that the letter from many years ago will come back to you now?"

Jiang Ying looked at Zhang Hao as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Like I said, I'm not a little girl anymore, I don't mind that I'm thirty, and you don't have to coax me. I don't know how you know I'm coming to this beach, but right now, I'm not in the mood So I'm leaving!"

Jiang Ying left as soon as she said, but Zhang Hao would not let her go as she wished.

"You and Jiang Fan wrote down your wishes when you were young, looking forward to what will happen when you grow up, don't you want to read it, what does your sister want to say to you?"

This sentence made Jiang Ying stop, she looked at Zhang Hao, and said suspiciously: "She even told you this? Her drift bottle...is it for me?"

Zhang Hao nodded and said: "Although Jiang Fan looks hot and unpredictable, she is very sensitive in her heart. You sisters have been arguing for decades, and you don't want to know what she thinks in her heart? Maybe the answer It's in the drifting bottle. Maybe this crisis is the opportunity God gave you."

Jiang Ying sneered and said, "How is this possible? The drift bottle has been thrown out for more than ten years, and we have all grown up. Some things have passed, and we can't come back."

But Zhang Hao said: "Some things are true, but they are different here. Don't you want to see if there are miracles in this world?"

Jiang Ying still didn't believe it, but she really stayed. She watched Zhang Hao walk into the sea, and as the sea flooded his ankles and his knees, he didn't stop.

He still opened his hands, as if welcoming some miracle.

This person...wouldn't be some mysterious cultist.

Jiang Ying's persecution paranoia relapsed again.

"Miss Jiang, you can come here now. When you lean down and touch the first object, it is your memory!"

Zhang Hao said it naturally, but Jiang Ying couldn't refuse.

A feeling rose in her heart, she really wanted to try it.

As Jiang Ying also came to Zhang Hao's side, the sea water submerged her thighs and her skirt was soaked, but she didn't seem to notice it.

Zhang Hao subconsciously glanced at her fair thighs before saying, "Take a deep breath and get ready to receive your gift."

Jiang Ying stretched out her hand and reached into the water, and then a bottle poured into her palm!

how can that be?

Is this magic?
Jiang Ying took out the bottle, and without opening it, she knew that this was the same bottle from back then. Although the pattern on it was already mottled and blurred, the shape would not change, and she remembered it deeply.This is the most beloved cartoon shape of the two sisters!
Zhang Hao heaved a sigh of relief, these two thousand points of luck are not easy, but such an outrageous thing can be realized, the combination of the six-character mantra and a lot of luck is really full of miracles.

At the same time, he looked at the top of Jiang Ying's head, the red mosquito trap was still so bright.

Jiang Ying tremblingly opened the drift bottle and took out the letter paper made of oil paper. She had already seen her sister's handwriting, how could this be possible!