Hua Mengyue tightened her clothes. Although the weather was not cold, it would not be much warmer when going up the mountain at night.

"Follow me."

Ma Yunfei saw it, but he was very determined and insisted on pulling her to continue walking.

I'll never look back all the way up the mountain.

Hua Mengyue was infected by his spirit and followed him to the mountain: "Ma Yunfei, this is the first time I ran with a boy."

"Boy?" Ma Yunfei's focus will never be in Hua Mengyue's words: "What is that? Is the moon? But generally speaking, the moon is used to compare women and other things."

The moon is not moving, but when it is running, it seems to move with it, always in that place with the same distance, neither far nor near, and light and dark.

Hua Mengyue opened her mouth and said nothing.

This is probably the consequence of studying with Lou Wenshui. He knows everything, but it just seems that he doesn't know anything.

Love runs happily, time flies by. Hua Mengyue feels that it has not been long before it has arrived in an open area south on the mountain. The moonlight is just scattered, and the surrounding trees are shining brightly.

"Wow! It's so beautiful here!"

Even after watching the night view on the top floor and sitting on the cleaned tree branch, Hua Mengyue couldn't help but be amazed.

Really! It's simply! It's so perfect!

I was in it and didn't know how to watch, but the people in the game felt that the moon was as bright as a mirror and wanted to reach out to get the flowers.

With his hand stretched out, Hua Mengyue opened her five fingers and swayed slightly back and forth: "Did you see it? There are ripples."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of the ripples of nothingness.

Ma Yunfei said: "Water ripples, right?"

The little atmosphere that I was trying to grow just now seemed to be blown by a storm, and there were instant ruins.

Hua Mengyue paused in the air, then put it down and nodded: "Yes, ripples mean water ripples."

She gave up.

This kind of thing is really not something that can be cultivated in a short time. She looked too arrogant to those two people. Zhang Ling taught half of it, and Lou Wenshui was a deviation. Ma Yunfei was like a small sapling with unstable foundation. It was difficult to maintain it when he tried to take root, let alone luxuriant branches and leaves.

The atmosphere suddenly disappeared, and Ma Yunfei also felt something: "Did I say the wrong thing?"

"There is nothing right and wrong between husband and wife," Hua Mengyue smiled: "The moon is so good, just let's enjoy the moon."

Right or wrong does not exist, it is just a fun thing, the atmosphere is a little lighter or stronger, and it does not affect the overall situation.

Ma Yunfei smiled: "The moon in the courtyard is like water, and the crows perch on the trees."

Hua Mengyue looked at him and tried hard to keep her expression from breaking down: "Do you miss the poem as the way you want?"

These two sentences are really inappropriate to use here. The moon is like water, but this is not a garden or a courtyard. The word "in the courtyard" is really true. But are they both crows?

It's okay to scold yourself, Hua Mengyue shook her head. If others scolded her, they still had to try their best to get the place back. How could she take it?

She could only find a supplement: "Things like poetry are not suitable for the situation, because what can be spread is the emotions of wanderers outside, which can resonate. We are good at home and harmonious, and it is not in line with it."

Poetry, songs and essays all have a characteristic, which is appropriate.

It should be that the scenery at that time, and they are not related to them now, unless he is original.

Ma Yunfei scratched his head, not very understanding Hua Mengyue's idea, but after he read it, he felt that it was not very appropriate: "Wife, you are right, I don't read it anymore, I didn't learn it well, you understand it better than me, I am... that's what you show off and how you can play with a big knife."

Hua Mengyue explained to him: "Take a show of a fist and a knife before closing, these are two idioms and allusions."

Ma Yunfei's eyes were shiny: "I can do the axe, but I can't play with the big knife. What does the board door have to do with the axe big knife before closing?"

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