Long Song Wanli Dingshan River

The half of Chang Ge's fiery red sleeve was fluttered by the autumn wind, protruding from behind the rockery like a tail, shaking it.

Zhu Zheng was amused by his anger: "I? I've seen you, what else are you hiding?"

Did Xiao Changge stand up shyly?In his hand he was holding a flaming bird kite, Chang Ge, whose head grew slowly, as big as half the size of a kite? He was as big as him, and the long tail of the kite dragged on the ground.

He tilted his head and looked at Zhu Zheng, as if he was not sure whether he should go forward or not.

Zhu Zhengben wanted to tell him to go away, and then suddenly remembered that after the Xiling Rebellion, Chang Ge was just like him at this time, without his mother, and his father was even less together, alone? Floating in Chang'an City, can be considered lonely.

He didn't say anything to rebuke Chang Ge, he just looked at the small piece of ground in front of the rock with a sense of loss, where Mrs. Jingzhou kicked several deep marks, even the paved bluestone slabs were kicked to the side.

The beautiful red kite covered the trace lightly, Chang Ge lightly put the kite on the ground, turned around and walked in front of him.Zhu Zheng didn't look up, he could only see Chang Ge's little fleshy white hands that hadn't opened yet.

Chang Ge groped in the left sleeve for a long time, and just now he found something, spread his palm and handed it to him: "Brother Fuxu, here it is."

It is a milky buttermilk.

Zhu Zheng moved his eyes slightly, and only said in a low voice, "Take it away."

The little palm was retracted slightly, and the butter sugar was retracted into the palm of the hand?.

Zhu Zheng didn't look at his expression, and turned his face slightly: "You go."

Chang Ge didn't leave, but sat down next to him. He didn't know what he was fussing about, and there was a loud hula.He didn't make a sound, just fiddled with himself with his head muffled, which made Zhu Zheng curious, and glanced at him slightly.

Chang Ge sat cross-legged, unfolded his lower garments flat, and filled them with his favorite treasures in daily life, bamboo brushes with severed heads, pebbles with particularly round shapes, small wooden arrows he cut by himself, grass woven Little grasshopper and... six bags of snacks?.

Chang Ge noticed that he was watching, turned around and smiled at him, wrapped up the whole "undershirt", and tugged at him: "All these are for you."

He stopped and looked at Zhu Zheng's expression carefully. He seemed to notice that Zhu Zheng hadn't shown his face yet, and he frantically fumbled through his sleeves, causing a lot of noise inside.

Now his attention was all attracted by Chang Ge's sleeves—Chang Ge was rummaging through it, and the small things hidden in the sleeves fell down one after another like beans.

Zhu Zheng was troubled by him, and he lost all sadness.Chang Ge is obviously a man? His small sleeves are narrow, and he doesn't know how to hide so many things.

Chang Ge frowned, groping earnestly, his right hand was almost completely buried in his left sleeve, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I found it!"

He took out a crumpled paper bag from the innermost side, and carefully squeezed the snack into the opening of the paper bag. It was a golden jade crisp.

The golden jade cake was handed to the side of Zhu Zheng's face, and Chang Ge also looked at Zhu Zheng with blinking eyes, but his eyes touched him, and soon fell back on the dim sum, and swallowed faintly for a while.

Zhu Zheng was finally amused by him, but Chang Ge's eyes lit up? "You're laughing."

He brought Jin Yusu closer: "Brother Fuxu, take a sip, it's very sweet."

Zhu Zheng lowered his head slightly, took a sip, and Chang Ge immediately became anxious: "You didn't eat the sweet part, you have to take a big bite, so that you can eat the sweet lotus paste inside."

Zhu Zheng listened to him, took a big bite, and tasted the dense, soft and sweet lotus paste filling.The stuffing was sweet, but he couldn't help but feel a little sour in his nose.He glanced at Chang Ge, Chang Ge took Jin Yusu in a panic, and became anxious again? He just said vaguely, "Brother Fuxu, what are you doing, what are you..."

Tears welled up in Zhu Zheng's eyes, which made him flustered and didn't know what to do.

"Me? Nothing."

Zhu Zheng uttered a voice to comfort him, but his own voice became hoarse. Now Chang Ge panicked even more. He fumbled through the things on his lower garment one by one, but couldn't find the brocade handkerchief.

"Chang Ge." Seeing him flustered, Zhu Zheng tugged at his arm, "Chang Ge."

Seeing him flustered with anxiety, Zhu Zheng had no choice but to coax, "Do you still have buttermilk? I want to try one."

Chang Ge nodded emphatically, rummaged through the right sleeve for a while, then spread out his palm and handed him a piece of buttermilk.

Zhu Zheng squeezed his still fleshy palm, lowered his head slightly, and swallowed the candy.

Chang Ge looked at him with bright eyes, and asked eagerly, "Is it sweet? Is it delicious?"

In fact, he doesn't like cheese sugar very much, it's greasy and has a weird fishy smell.But when he met Chang Ge's eyes, he suddenly went against his will, nodded and said, "It's very sweet and delicious."

Then? Chang Ge bent his eyes and smiled, inside twinkling, like sprinkled with broken stars.

He suddenly raised his hand, and touched Chang Ge's head like a ghost.

Chang Ge tilted his head and asked, "What?"

"It's nothing."

Zhu Zheng withdrew his hand in embarrassment, then touched his shoulder again, and sat leaning against the rock, "...I just feel that it's a good thing you're here."

Chang Ge was carefully comparing the twelve pebbles in his collection. He planned to pick out the most beautiful one and give it to Zhu Zheng. Hearing what Zhu Zheng said, he bowed his head and smiled embarrassedly.

There is still a lot of fluffy hair growing on Chang Ge's forehead and neck, curled up like a bud, with a cluster of soft white ears.

As early as when he was in the north, Zhu Zheng thought he was so cute.He is cuter than all the little wolf cubs in the wolf camp. He is lively and loving, serious? but incomparably sharper.

Therefore, Zhu Zheng assumed his own half-heartedness and changed the wording: "It is good that you are here."

Chang Ge finally picked out a fairly satisfactory pebble, he lifted Zhu Zheng's little finger, and slipped the pebble in from the side of his palm.

The pebble was cold and slippery. Zhu Zheng squeezed it tightly in the palm of his hand, but accidentally squeezed something warm and soft, which was Chang Ge's finger bean.

He squeezed lightly, Chang Ge paused, and the little finger bean curled up, probably wanting to shrink back, but he quietly looked over from the corner of his eye, as if thinking that Zhu Zhengyi was unhappy, so he had to pretend not to know Being clutched, he put his little finger back loosely.

With some strange thoughts, Zhu Zheng only pretended to take pity on the pebble, and kept pinching Chang Ge's little finger.

Round, like crispy beans.

Chang Ge smiled and narrowed his eyes: "What are you thinking about, so preoccupied."

Chang Geyi was half lying on the desk, handing a piece of fructose to Zhu Zheng's lips, exactly the same as when he was a child.It's just that he has grown tall, handsome, sharp and eye-catching, and is no longer a "little general" with a sleeve of gadgets.

"It's nothing."

Zhu Zheng smiled slightly, he lowered his head, and touched Chang Ge's little finger all the way to the back of his hand.Chang Ge's hands have grown a lot, and they have faded from immaturity, but Zhidou is still the same as before, round and full.

He rubbed Chang Ge a little itchy, Chang Ge was anxious to free his hand, but he covered his entire palm, and swallowed the fructose in Chang Ge's hand.

Zhu Zheng's breathing was gentle and soft, making Chang Ge's palms itch a little.

Chang Ge's lips were stiff, and he only laughed at him: "Crying and laughing for a while, sir, don't be ashamed."

Before he finished speaking, his lips were blocked, and then he seemed to touch something round and sweet. Chang Ge suddenly grabbed Zhu Zheng's front, and still struggled to pat his chest with one hand, but this The protest had no effect at all, and the sweet fructose fell into his mouth smoothly, and Zhu Zheng kissed him more deeply. It was unclear whether he was tasting the fructose or the struggling little general.

The fructose melted away, and the last trace of sweetness melted into my heart.

Chang Ge finally lifted him and sat up straight.He was not angry just now, but now he is yelling that the book case has been messed up.

He was still babbling, when Zhu Zheng suddenly moved closer, and Chang Ge suddenly lost his voice.

Suddenly, Zhu Zheng moved some distance away, pretending to be surprised: "I just took something, why is the general blushing."

Chang Geben? He wanted to stare at him, but the wooden box that Zhu Zheng picked up from the desk caught his attention.

Zhu Zheng lifted the top cover.

The wooden box was covered with begonia-colored brocade, and in the center was a golden seal of a general. On the seal was a dragon, which was exactly the one that Chang Ge hung in the Xiangyang government office.

Chang Ge paused: "Why is this thing here?"

Before leaving, he hung this gold seal on the lintel of the east wing of the Xiangyang government office to show himself? Helping Xiangyang not to worship officials or to seek fame? Not to mention asking politics.

Zhu Zhengwen looked at him gently: "Shortly after we left, Li Shouyi found this golden seal. He didn't dare to delay at all, so he rushed to submit it overnight and sent it to the boat in Xiakou—you really are , how can the generals throw away the gold seal at will."

Chang Ge lowered his head and whispered: "You know, I don't care about this trouble."

Zhu Zheng said nothing, and then covered the wooden box with gold seal.

Chang Ge suddenly asked: "Chu State? Da? Sima, do you really want to hand it over to Cheng Zheng?"

"Eight out of ten | Nine."

Just as Zhu Zheng was about to put the wooden box back on the desk, the box suddenly fell like a heavy weight. Chang Ge stopped the bottom of the wooden box halfway: "I? Pick it up."

Seeing that Zhu Zheng was still hesitating, he directly took out the gold seal of the general, stuffed it into his pouch, put it on his waist, and was safe again. He patted the stuffed pouch and smiled at Zhu Zheng: "I? Willing to accept the seal for Mr.”[1]

Zhu Zheng was half happy and half worried, and he was condensed for a long time, with thousands of words, but he didn't know which one to say.

On the contrary, Chang Ge comforted in a soft voice: "If Cheng Zhengzhen succeeds Da? Sima, with me? Then generals Jin Yin, Xiangyang, and Lu Zhenyun, at least they can hold part of the troops. They won't be too passive."

"I? For Mister Tiger Wing, as Mister's minion, whatever Mister wants to do, just go for it."

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[1] Sing pouch: a small brocade pouch with official seals. The official seals are carried with you.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow, I will take a break, and I will only change it for the time being, it should be 12 o'clock

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