no one knows better than me

Zhuang Qingliu blinked quickly, and asked her, "Where did you get this bag of halva candies?"

Mei Hualan pursed her lips quietly, and said, "I brought some before I came to Gumengchao."

Zhuang Qingliu raised an eyebrow at her: "Do you still have oatmeal candies?"

Mei Hualan quickly changed her words: "Someone else brought them, I bought some from him with money."

"Those young masters all grew up pampered and pampered at home, and when they arrived at Gumengchao, they brought less food, who would be willing to exchange it with you?" Zhuang Qingliu reached out to her, "And kid, where are you from?" The money? Is there any truth to Young Master Zhuang?"

Knowing that she couldn't hide it from her, Mei Hualan bowed her head shyly and felt a little grievance. She said in a low voice, "Mr. Gui assigned homework to write articles, and some people couldn't write them...I wrote one for them."

Then I changed to a small bag of halva candy, hidden it in my sleeve and carefully brought it to Zhuang Qingliu.

Zhuang Qingliu bent down silently, looked at her at the same level, and suddenly said: "Stretch out your hand."

Mei Hualan quickly stretched out her small hand, and the next moment, she seemed to be hit by Zhuang Qingliu.

She immediately asked: "...What is this?"

Zhuang Qingliu said: "Slap the palm of your hand. Let you not tell the truth."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Although it was a slap on the palm, but the strength was light, like clapping the palm of her hand.

At this moment, Zhuang Qingliu pinched her little face, and said with a smile: "I hit you because you not only didn't tell me the truth, but also made up nonsense to deceive me. Young Master Zhuang is not happy."

Before Mei Hualan whispered "I'm sorry", Zhuang Qingliu bent down in front of her again, and said softly and seriously with bent eyes: "But I thank you for your kindness to me. This young master Zhuang is very happy. "

Mei Hualan raised her head with slightly bright eyes: "Then, won't you punish me for what I did wrong?"

"What did you do wrong?" Zhuang Qingliu quickly moved his fingers, picked up a piece of mush candy, broke it in half, ate half by himself, and fed the other half into Mei Hualan's mouth, picked her up and raised his eyebrows and smiled Said, "Those people don't want to learn, it's their own business, don't worry about it. We Panpan helped write the article, and we doubled the study, there is nothing wrong with it."

Although her mouth was crooked, but the little Mei Hualan was still a little happy, hugging her neck and nodded.

Zhuang Qingliu lowered his head and smiled: "Are you happy now?"

Mei Hualan: "Hmm!"

So the two happily ate small snacks.

Zhuang Qingliu was just pretending to be a god at first, but after being exposed ignorantly by a little ghost named Mei Panpan, he immediately fell into the sewer.From that day on, the two of them often sat together and ate this and that. Of course, most of the time they were peeled plum blossoms and Zhuang Qingliu ate.

Young Master Zhuang's recovery period was extremely boring, and he had exhausted all the fun he could find, so after thinking about it, he asked Mei Hualan to teach her because her handwriting was ugly.

Mei Hualan glanced at her subtly: "So you can't write?"

"Yeah." Zhuang Qingliu admitted without shame, and his appearance of asking for advice was extremely inappropriate. Before sitting at the table, his upper body was slanted, his lower body stretched out and his legs overlapped, and he was still holding a pen in his hand. The fingertips were twirling, and he said without dignity, "I am not, I have no experience in life before, you teach the young master?"

"..."

At a young age, Mei Hualan took up the job of being a teacher, and first went to the side to move a stepping stool.As for why she needs to step on the feet, because she is not as high as the table.

Zhuang Qingliu looked very cute and couldn't help smiling with her chin in her hands.

However, Mei Hualan took down the pen that was turning around in her hand, dipped in the ink very seriously, stood on the stool, and said softly, "Let me teach you how to write your name first."

Zhuang Qingliu propped his elbows on his head but tilted his head, looked at the paper and said, "That's not my name."

Mei Hualan asked her: "Huh?"

With a hook of his finger, Zhuang Qingliu moved a candle placed on the corner of the table in front of him, rubbed his fingers lightly, lit it up and said, "This is my name."

Mei Hualan took a look, then turned to her: "Zhuang Zhu?"

Zhuang Qingliuhua butterfly blinked: "Hmm. Does it sound good?"

"It sounds good." Mei Hualan nodded, and asked again, "Who is Zhuang Qingliu—?"

Zhuang Qingliu's fingertips had a cluster of inspiration, and he burned the white paper with these three words indifferently, and said: "I called it for those people in your place. I don't want them to call my name."

Mei Hualan quickly agreed, "Yes. I won't say anything."

Then he bowed his head, and wrote the word "Zhuang Zhu" seriously, one stroke at a time.The candle is a fire, the shimmer is blazing, and the hole shines brightly.But the clear stream is water, which is yin and soft, and contains everything.

The two names are very different.

Mei Hualan wrote the upper half of the paper, and after finishing writing, put it in Zhuang Qingliu's hand, and asked her to copy it on the bottom.However, Zhuang Qingliu took the brush, and solemnly drew a portrait of a crooked figure next to her. The person in the painting had uncurved eyebrows and curved lips, and smiled without curved lips. She looked foolish, and it was herself.

"..."

Seeing that Mei Hualan's eyes fell on the paper, Zhuang Qingliu curled her lips and drew a small person next to herself, letting the adult hold the villain's hand, and then picked at Mei Hualan. Eyebrows, blinked and said: "Does it look good?"

Although this painter is really not good-looking, Mei Hualan still slowly "huh".Then she picked up the pen and added her name on the bottom half of the paper. In order to make the top and bottom of the paper neat, she did not write Meihualan, but wrote the word "Mei Pan".

"Ah." Zhuang Qingliu was completely happy. Immediately, with a big wave of his hand, he wrapped the paper with two people's names and two people's portraits on it with a cluster of spiritual light, and then lightly pasted it on the wall.

"..."

Mei Hualan had a very subtle feeling in her heart for no reason. After looking up at the wall for a while, she looked away and said, "Now study hard. Don't play anymore."

Zhuang Qingliu grabbed the pen and smiled: "Okay. Ask sir."

Mei Hualan's ears turned slightly red soon, she lowered her head to write on the paper, and whispered: "I'm not a husband. I also don't know many words yet."

Zhuang Qingliu laughed so hard that she lay down on the big table—how cute is a child.

Mei Hualan raised her hand this time and wrote "Convincing people with virtue". It may be that Zhuang Qingliu's calligraphy on the flute was so ugly that it left a deep shadow on her.Then I covered it with a thin shadow paper and asked her to draw directly on it.

Her handwriting was straight and upright, but Zhuang Qingliu took the pen and asked deliberately: "Just these four words? What if you don't accept it?"

The corners of Mei Hualan's eyes seemed to twitch, and she stood beside her and said in a waxy voice, "Hurry up and write!"

Zhuang Qingliu was so funny by her cute look that she rolled her face on the table, then got up and wrote in a very serious manner: "Okay, okay. If I don't write well, the master will hit my palm."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

"Hahahahaha." Although Zhuang Qingliu said so and put on a decent posture, the words that come out after writing are always crooked and extremely abstract.Meihualan's well-written character for "person", after she wrote it as a big fork, the two ends simply extended infinitely, and after becoming two trembling snail tentacles, they hooked back and became "Young Master Zhuang's Exclusive". swashes".

"..." Although Mei Hualan herself had no experience of being taught to write by her master since she was a child, she always copied it from the book, but in her mind, she thought of other children who started to learn to write, were circled from behind by the master, and then... Take the hand to feel the appearance of the pen.

But her current short arms and hands, not only can't wrap Zhuang Qingliu, but also can't wrap her hands.So after thinking about it, he had no choice but to hold Zhuang Qingliu's wrist a little bit, and lead her to move slowly on the paper, while writing, he told her some of his experiences when he was learning to write.

However, after the two forces combined, the written characters were not only completely unrecognizable, but also completely turned into a wild dog... It seems that not only did it fail to attract people, but Zhuang Qingliu's unhealthy tendencies could also spread.

The most important thing is that Mei Hualan knew that she was serious about writing, and she didn't intentionally mess up the writing.

So it's really badly written.

After persistently trying various methods for a month, Mr. Mei finally stopped being persistent.Zhuang Qing's bleeding injury was so good that she was able to go out for a walk anyway, and quickly put the trouble behind her, and ran to see Zhu Heng.Zhu Heng's injury was almost healed, but this time, it was rare that he didn't yell at Zhuang Qingliu and roll his eyes. Instead, he glanced at her casually without saying anything.

This person is like this, she usually doesn't hide her lazy nature at all, making her look very proud.

However, Zhuang Qingliu was very happy, and settled down for a long time. For the time being, he no longer provoked others randomly all day long, but began to teach a group of teenagers in person when he had nothing to do.Before her, it was a [-]-year-old crocodile spirit who taught these teenagers how to practice and martial arts, the kind who would bite off his pants if he didn't study hard.So Zhuang Qingliu took over, and was warmly cheered by a group of little ghosts.

Zhuang Qingliu not only taught them, but sometimes he would openly teach Meihuazhou, Meihualan, Lan Song and Ji Wuduan a few people.Among these few people, Lan Song can't learn anything; Ji Wudu is very clever and can often find some small shortcuts in exercises; Mei Hualan is talented and can easily learn anything; Mei Huazhou is smart and self-motivated. Although her talent is not as good as Mei Hualan's, others still can't catch up with her. As for Pei Yi, no matter what she studies, she is on par with Mei Huazhou in terms of effort, even if there are some things that Zhuang Qingliu's occasional whim to tease them play.

Over time, Young Master Zhuang, who is lively and playful by nature, has been liked by a lot of teenagers.When I met a few duplicity children secretly arranging for her, they just sat on the tree and stroked their eyebrows without saying anything.

Pei Yi and Lan Song often form groups to harass Zhuang Qingliu.Zhuang Qingliu often covered his face with the book, and said politely: "I'm drunk and want to sleep, so let me go."

Then when the two little ghosts left, he suddenly turned over and quietly took Mei Hualan to the wild to grill fish.

After Meihualan sprinkled all kinds of spices, she wrapped the fish with fragrant lotus leaves and said, "I heard that they also came to you just now?"

Zhuang Qingliu immediately lay down on the grass next to the gurgling water and laughed: "But they don't have dimples, you do."

"..." Mei Hualan pursed her lips quietly, and the dimples that hadn't been revealed before now showed a little cute vortex.

In fact, Zhuang Qingliu also asked Mei Huazhou to be together every time, but Mei Huazhou was completely obsessed with meditation and sword practice, and basically would not be together, so over time, it has always been Mei Hualan and Zhuang Qingliu.

Time passed quickly, until when Guiyao was taking the school exam for the whole year, Zhuang Qingliu and Zhuheng secretly hid in the shadow of a tree leaf and watched. Zhuang Qingliu was still holding a bunch of small wild flowers in his hand, and from time to time he lowered his head and smelled them. Looking at Mei Hualan, who is becoming more and more prominent not far away, she brows happily and said: "She likes me very much."

Zhuheng only felt that if she had a tail, she would be up to the sky by now, so she snorted.

Zhuang Qingliu immediately turned to her and smiled, feeling that this person was sour because she received the flowers but he didn't.

"What are you looking at?" Zhu Heng asked coldly, "You've been paying attention to her all day, what about the others?"

Zhuang Qingliu continued to smile brightly: "Girls are so cute, they can send flowers. And Ji Wuduan and Lan Songpei Yi, what kind of things did they send, Grasshopper?" A grass cage was put in front of my eyes and turned twice, "What do you mean? Do I want to raise them? How do I raise them?"

Zhu Heng also glanced at Grasshopper.

"Hey, let's not talk about it. There was even one who sent a dog." After Zhuang Qingliu put down the grass cage, he changed hands and slipped the dog from the side, and looked back and forth at Zhuheng: "Why is this dog Kind of like you?"

Zhu Heng: "..."

Just at this time, a group of teenagers who had finished their school exams flew over like birds out of a cage, and Zhu Heng took off on the spot without saying a word and disappeared.Zhuang Qingliu still sat where he was, and said enthusiastically: "In order to congratulate you, I have learned a piece of music during this time."

As he spoke, he took out the flute and quickly played it on his own.As soon as the group of teenagers raised their heads, they heard a wild dog running wild, frenzied and mad, and the tune of shaking the world and crying ghosts and gods was mixed with boundless wildness.Sometimes the tune is like ghosts crying and wolves howling, and sometimes it's like iron sheets rubbing against people's ears ruthlessly, making a group of juniors roll their eyes and almost faint.

So after struggling to support the beginning, everyone was scared away, even Pei Yi and Ji Wuyuan and others could not bear to run away after struggling for a while, and Mei Hualan's back was obviously stiff one time.

Speaking of Zhuang Qingliu, she is really good at everything, but she is very scary in writing and music, and she can't learn it, no matter what.

"...What's the matter with them? Didn't they all say they like me?" Zhuang Qingliu looked around in dissatisfaction, then stubbornly poked the flute to his mouth and continued to play.

Mei Hualan looked at her without a word, then turned and left.

"..."

That night, young master Zhuang went back to Lianyuan's house and lost his temper with a lake of innocent water lilies, and played nightmare music to them all night.Then the next day, it really brought bad luck—Shangzi Pei's ship came over.

After Pei Huang was sent back, it was said that he was reprimanded, punished and strictly disciplined by Pei Qi for a whole year, so now he sent him here with all kinds of good words, and vowed that the only son would not act arrogantly and recklessly again.At the same time, they also sent a lot of treasures from heaven and earth to please them, even worse than those sent back in their original form the first time.

After Zhuang Qingliu took a light look at Pei Huang who was still full of anger and impatience, he didn't say anything, but gave the Meihuazhou brothers and sisters all the treasures of heaven and earth sent by Pei Qi.

After Zhu Heng glanced at the Mei family brothers and sisters, he frowned slightly: "Do you really want him to stay? Don't forget the two of the Mei family. The younger one can come to you at any time. But don't worry about the older one?"

"There is nothing to worry about. Mei Huazhou doesn't need to look for anyone at any time. He will practice for half a year at most, and no one will be able to beat him." Zhuang Qingliu suddenly chuckled.

As for Mei Hualan, she usually doesn't talk much, and because of her good looks, it makes her seem difficult to get close to, and she always seems to be superior.But in fact, this kid has such a good temper that he has no temper. Most of the time he would ignore other people's provocations, which made Zhuang Qing exile the most.

"Besides," Zhuang Qingliu said with a meaningful look at the group of teenagers next to him, "Pei Huang is the only son of the Pei family. From a young age, his eyes are higher than his head, and he is used to ordering others. Those brats may not necessarily like him. He Since he is going to come, let him learn a lesson, lest he grow up and harm the Quartet."

Hearing this, Zhu Heng slightly raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Zhuang Qingliu laughed, didn't say much, and walked away casually: "It means that as long as you don't take the initiative to harm others, you can do whatever you want."

So in the days that followed, Wang Ji, the original child among the teenagers, really came out very quickly for no reason, and a group of people who colluded with Pei Huang with money and power divided into two groups, and the two sides were completely opposed to each other. Go straight to work and fight.

These youngsters are all formed spirit pills now, and there is Zhu Heng watching in the dark at any time, even if they hit them, nothing big will happen.

Zhuang Qingliu would often silently transform into a leaf, a cup lid, and a skirt to watch the battle silently.This time was no exception, I drank tea and looked behind the curtain for a while, when those little brats rushed in to ask her to comment, I withered in place, turned into a wallflower, and hung innocently on the wall.

Seeing that she was not there, Pei Yi, whose face was already covered with flowers, immediately fell straight up, like a boardfish, thinking that my life was over.

And Ji Wuduan, who was hitting harder and harder, apologized earnestly to the air: "Master Zhuang, I promise this is the last time." As he spoke, he grabbed the chair at hand and smashed it down at Pei Huang.

Pei Huang's forehead was quickly punched out by him, and then he teamed up with Lan Song and threw him into the water with a plop.Pei Huang just emerged from the water in a sharp voice: "Wait for me—" At this moment, the soles of his feet tightened, and he was suddenly entangled by a vine under the water. Pei Huang was shocked and cursed: "Who is hurting me... Gudu Beep beep beep beep..." sinking.

It wasn't until he was washed out of the river along the sewer that Zhuheng casually picked out an arrow and released him: "Do you have something to say?"

Pei Huang's mouth was full of wind and rain, cursing in a chattering voice: "Those little bastards, bah! When the young master masters the magic skills, he will... blah blah blah blah blah blah blah."

"You better shut up." Zhu Heng calmly stuffed a ball of water plants back into his mouth.

Pei Huang was furious: "Why did you do this?"

Zhu Heng glanced at him coolly: "If you continue to quarrel, you can ask the Bodhisattva."

Pei Huang: "..."

Pei Huang was filled with grief and indignation: "Why do you all help them?!"

Zhu Heng glanced at him inexplicably: "If Shangzi Pei's family is worth ten gold, how much do you think it's worth if you pick it up by yourself?"

Pei Huang: "..."

"You are only worth zero." Zhu Heng recognized himself for him.

Pei Huang choked and exhausted digging out the water plants in his mouth, lying on the ground with tears streaming down his face... His reputation is too bad.

At this moment, Zhuang Qingliu walked into the room from the outside with a smile, opened the curtain and asked casually, "What's the matter, are you fighting again?"

Lan Song only made a contribution of throwing people into the water, and then he was too tired to get up on the ground and said, "Yes. We almost lost this time. Pei Huang wanted to snatch our musical instruments and swords."

Zhuang Qingliu walked to the table and continued to pour tea with a smile: "Those things are yours after they are given to you. Whether you can keep your own things depends on your ability."

Ji Wudu grinned and shook his arms: "I feel like my wrist is broken, it's a bit hot and painful, and it's more swollen than the right side, like a big fat steamed bun."

Zhuang Qingliu smiled without saying a word, and picked up the cup to drink water.

Ji Wuduan immediately asked: "Why don't you comfort me? Didn't I describe it well enough?!"

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head and patted his head: "It's strange, I comfort you."

Ji Wudu rolled his eyes: "Not sincere at all."

Zhuang Qingliu smiled and said nothing, flicked his sleeves, and threw him to Zhuheng who came back.He looked at the crooked pile next to him again: "Are you also injured?"

Because Zhu Heng has always treated wounds roughly like a servant, and she always took out her angry yellow potion, a group of teenagers would rather look for herbs indiscriminately than to look for her easily, so they quickly got up one after another, sprinting son left.

Only after Pei Yi took two steps, he suddenly turned back.

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head immediately, hooking him from the corner of her eyes: "You want me to coax you, too?"

Unexpectedly, Pei Yi said seriously: "No." Then he clasped his fists in both hands, and said in a long voice: "I want, I want Young Master Zhuang's cursive calligraphy."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Pei Yi was very serious: "Used envelopes are also fine."

Without further ado, Zhuang Qingliu wrote a ghost painting talisman to him on the spot, and Pei Yi immediately took it with both hands, as if picking up a treasure, and left happily.

Mei Hualan next to her looked back slightly at this time, and walked out without saying a word.

"Huh?" Zhuang Qingliu immediately hooked her back with Du'e, lowered her head and asked, "Why are you unhappy today?"

Mei Hualan turned around again: "I didn't."

Zhuang Qingliu laughed immediately, and poked her dimples: "Not yet." Recently, whenever Zhuang Qingliu talked to someone for a long time, or gave someone a delicious meal and didn't give it to her, she would will not be very happy.

But it was all in secret and never said it out loud.

"Let's go, I'll show you something small." Zhuang Qingliu stretched out his hand, pulled Meihualan back to the lotus garden, and walked directly along the water into a big water lily. In the middle of the water lily, there was actually a sleeping eye. Black and shiny lamb.

After looking down for a long time, Mei Hualan finally couldn't help asking: "Why do you keep it by your side? Do you like it very much?"

Zhuang Qingliu picked up the lamb and raised her eyebrows: "Yes. It looks very similar to you, it's all bleating."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Does this mean you like her?

The corners of Zhuang Qingliu's eyes twitched: "You don't want me to raise it?"

Mei Hualan's big and clear eyes flickered a few times, but she didn't speak.

"Then come here." Zhuang Qingliu immediately reached out to grab her, hugged her in his arms and touched her little head, "You bleat with me?"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

"Hahaha. Alright." Zhuang Qingliu finally put the lamb into her arms, bowed his head, and said, "It's for you. It's still very young, and its mother passed away not long after it was born. If no one cares about it, it won't survive." Come down, take good care of it, how about it being with you?"

Mei Hualan was happy again. She held the lamb lightly and looked down for a while, then raised her head and said seriously, "I will take good care of it."

Zhuang Qingliu sent them back with a smile, and when she came back, she slowed down at the gate of the lotus garden - a bird was waiting at the gate of the lotus garden.

The bird looked very old, its eyes were shriveled and cloudy, but its body was small. Its fluffy and soft feathers were like catkins, and it was a rare ice blue color.After seeing Zhuang Qingliu, he slowly lowered his head and saluted her.

It came to say goodbye to Zhuang Qingliu.

In this huge dream wave, countless animals and plants will have a premonition before they die, so they all have the habit of saying goodbye to their closest kind.As the young master of Gumengchao, many animals and plants will come to Zhuang Qingliu to bid farewell before they die.

Especially those that no longer have the same species, the last birds, beasts or flowers in the world.

After Zhuang Qingliu remained silent for a moment, he walked into the barrier silently, sat across the table from the ice-blue magpie, calmly poured a glass of water for it, and then put a sugar cube in it: "You have to go too Yet?"

"Yes. I hope the young master will have good fortune, and I, Mengchao, will have good fortune."

After sitting with Zhuang Qingliu for a while, the bird and Zhuang Qingliu drank the glass of water with melted sugar cubes very slowly.Before leaving, he gave her his elixir.

This kind of bird is called 鶄, and there will be no more in the future.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't say much. He sat in the water pavilion in the lotus garden for a whole day, carved the bird's appearance with a kind of dark green fluorite, and then walked into a huge altar in the center of the island.Zhuheng accompanied her, but as her, she couldn't enter the altar, she could only wait outside.

That night, Zhuang Qingliu tossed and turned, so he turned his head and stretched out his hand, and called "Du'er".

Du E immediately flew out from her wrist, first kissed her face lively, then wrapped around her fingers, and turned up the flower rope by himself.

Zhuang Qingliu's gaze fell quietly between her fingers. The first time she saw Du E, it was Zhuang Huang who put a small object in her palm and told her that it was a dragon, the last one in the world.At that time, she was still very young, and Du E was also very young. She was a little golden dragon who loved to wrap around her finger and act like a baby all day long.

At that time, Zhuang Qingliu wanted to eat a snake fruit that was closely guarded by a giant python, and asked Du E if he could steal it for her. Xiaolong's golden eyes were moist, and he whispered softly around her little finger: "But I am a dragon. .”

Zhuang Qingliu looked at it and fell into deep thought: "How can you be a dragon? You should be a caterpillar."

In a blink of an eye, more than 300 years have passed, and the last dragon in the world did not grow up until it died.Finally, he stopped naughty playing around with the pillars all day long, but sat upright on the chubby stone bench, and said goodbye to Zhuang Qingliu. Zhuang Qingliu cried so hard that his face was covered in his hands.

Du E couldn't bear to part with her, so he gathered all his consciousness and memory into the spirited dragon tendons on his back, and after asking Zhuang Qingliu to activate his spirit, he pulled it out alive.

From now on, you can always take it with you.Never have to part again.

Now that hundreds of years have passed, Zhuang Qingliu has sent away more and more familiar faces. Although he has gradually become accustomed to silence, he will still float on the huge lake for a long time each time, silently for a long time.

Mei Hualan hadn't seen her for several days, and when she found the lake, she realized that Zhuang Qingliu could lie and float on the lake without sinking.

Although the man didn't open his eyes or speak, she could tell at a glance that she was in a bad mood.

Mei Hualan silently hesitated on the shore for a long time, then got into the water and slowly swam to her side.

Zhuang Qingliu's closed eyelashes were like crow's feathers, casting a shadow silently on the eyelids.After a moment of silence, he suddenly stretched out his hand to pick it up, picked up Mei Hualan and put it on his body, and said in a low voice, "Let me hug you."

Mei Hualan's heart skipped a beat. Although she felt that this posture was strange, she unconsciously froze for a moment, then slowly lay down on Zhuang Qingliu's body, pressed her to the back of her neck, and wrapped her neck around her neck obediently. :"Um."

It seemed that something in Zhuang Qingliu's heart had quietly flowed away, replaced by an extraordinarily soft emotion.He raised his hand, closed his eyes and touched her little head: "You're so cute."

Mei Hualan gave an obedient and soft "hmm" again.

At this moment, Zhuang Qingliu gently opened her eyes, and lightly stroked her dimpled cheeks with her hands, lowering her eyes and whispering: "Will you say goodbye to me one day?"

Although Mei Hualan didn't know what she was talking about, she pursed her lips slightly and said seriously, "No."

Zhuang Qingliu laughed silently, and suddenly patted her on the head, saying: "Little devil, you will go back soon, and it will be three years soon."

The author has something to say: Didn’t you think that we were dragons before crossing the river?