Cross the net king for your favor

I hear from the bottom of the sea

old voice, joyful

Praise the roses blooming on the sea

the winged dock

Soaring in the afterglow of the setting sun at sea

band of eleven conch shells

play a sea symphony

I am on the blue grass

Holding the arms of youth

Walking side by side toward the light of hope

I like the smell of late autumn

Wine made from blue skies

Celebrate the harvest with a bonfire

time is so beautiful

How can I miss the feast of the sea

By Little Rain in the Desert

Looking at the endless sea, Ling Chuyin suddenly thought of this poem, especially the rose-like boy standing beside him, watching the shimmering morning sun beating mischievously in the sea, as if his whole heart had been purified .

There were not many people on the beach at this time, so there were a few lively crowds and a natural leisurely, as if everything in my heart had been washed away, and it became extraordinarily peaceful and natural.

Atobe looked at her unusually different smile, and it was rare that she didn't make a gorgeous sound. He just watched the sea with her, and watched the scenes of the sky and the sea complement each other. I have to say that this sea is really gorgeous. Since it was the place chosen by this woman, he reluctantly admitted that she was gorgeous.

There were not many people at this time, but I was really tired from standing, so I sat on the blanket that had already been laid on the ground, picked up a glass of juice and drank it slowly.

But after taking a few sips, he suddenly stopped, swirled the orange liquid in the cup and snapped his fingers, and the maid behind him handed him the drink.

Atobe looked at the milky white liquid, although he didn't like it very much, he still drank it with his head raised.

Ling Chuyin naturally also heard the sound, and she was a little tired after standing for a long time. I really have to say that the child's body is really the kind that gets tired easily.

Seeing what Atobe was drinking, Ling Chuyin was stunned for a moment, because although he drank a bottle of milk every day, she didn't think he really liked it, it was just for his health, but why is he still drinking it now? She is really curious.

Sitting next to him, he took the juice that he didn't seem to have drunk and drank it, but saw Atobe looking at her with that look in his eyes.

She looked down at herself suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong?"

Atobe saw her pick up the glass of juice and wanted to remind her, but he didn't expect that she had already drank it. Seeing her tender lips kiss the rim of the glass and drink it slowly, he suddenly froze, thinking that it was My uncle didn't say anything.

In the end, he just replied "It's okay" and turned away awkwardly to look at the sea.

Ling Chuyin put down the juice in her hand, she had to say that the child's mind was really hard to guess, she really didn't know what he was awkward about, but she still leaned in front of him.

The corner of Atobu's eyebrows twitched, "What do you want?"

"Hey, Jingwu, why do you drink milk? Don't you like it?" Ling Chuyin pointed to the empty cup in his hand and asked curiously.

Atobe put down the bottle in his hand, "I want you to take care of it." He snorted coldly but did not say the reason.

"Nah, hurry up, say it." She continued, her voice getting softer and softer, and the provocative Atobe almost wanted to say it, but when he thought that this was not in line with his aesthetics, he would not Say it.

Seeing that he still didn't say anything, Ling Chuyin already had a score, "You don't want to surpass me, do you? Jingwu" When he said his name, the tip of his tongue turned slightly, and the tone was extraordinarily long.

Sure enough, he saw his eyes fluttering, stood up with a bang, and said arrogantly, "How can I be so unglamorous, I will definitely be taller than you, do I need to rely on this? Ahhh"

Seeing him embracing his arms, looking like he is ruling the world, and his own thoughts are so not gorgeous, Ling Chuyin followed the goodness and had no choice but to "Hey hey, you are the best."

Two such conspicuous combinations are still conspicuous even in this place where a lot of people have gathered. Not far away, a boy with purple hair watched them keep scribbling and drawing on the paper, which is amazing It is this child who is not only handsome but also very good at drawing.

I saw a gorgeous boy with his arms around his chest looking around the sea, and a girl on the beach below was watching him tenderly. With just a few strokes, he outlined a very beautiful picture.

After finishing the painting, I saw a smile on the boy's face, blurring his gender for a while, and looking as beautiful as an angel.

And behind him there was a boy wearing a hat calling him, with a particularly deep voice, "Xingmura, let's go."

"Oh, good Xianichiro." After he packed his things, he looked there again, only to see that the two people before had disappeared long ago, and he felt a little pity, but he was very satisfied with this picture, and today was not in vain Woolen cloth.

In the car, Ling Chuyin said to Atobe, "Jingwu, teach me how to play."

"Ah, do you want to learn? This uncle will reluctantly teach you." Atobe looked at her as if she wanted to learn, Atobe said.

"That's great, then Jingwu will fight with me in the future." Ling Chuyin said happily holding Atobe's arm.

Do you want to fight him?Atobe looked at the hand on his arm, and after a "hmm", he didn't speak again.

"Then I'm going to start." Ling Chuyin stood on one side of the court holding the fairway.

On the other hand, Atobe held the racket and said, "If you think you can beat me just by studying for an afternoon, then you will be embarrassing."

"Oh." Ling Chuyin patted the ball noncommittally.

"Come on, ha." She hit the ball at once, and Atobe caught it immediately, and instructed her "the lower the waist, the elbow is too straight." She hit a ball back and let her adapt slowly.

On the field, Atobe still has a gorgeous style and is very serious, but he is also very merciless.

The ball galloped across Ling Chuyin's side, but she couldn't catch it. She stared blankly at her hand, slowly stood at attention, put away her racket, and sincerely praised, "Hey, Jing Wu is so good, I still play it." But you."

Atobe came over, put the racket behind him, and said with a look of disdain, "You finally admit that this uncle is a good book." But Ling Chuyin was still able to capture the concern hidden in his disdainful words.

"Yes, but I will work hard, Yaoxi." After calming down his breath, he said energetically.

Atobe showed a very arrogant smile, ah, he knew that this woman was very gorgeous, and she would not be defeated just like that, and "I am looking forward to having a good fight with you in the future, stupid woman."