: Extra Anase (3)

Ah Cheng looked at the woman.
She exposed her natural white body to the air, and her black hair tied a random bun with emerald green branches. She glanced around and only smiled when she saw Ah Cheng.
Ah Cheng met her eyes.
A pair of beautiful eyes, calm, reflecting the mountains and forests and lakes, Ah Cheng lowered his head and stared at the dirty cloth shoes on his feet.
The woman hummed softly, her voice was clear, and went straight to the sky.
A few wild beasts ran out of the shadow of the woods, the huge red leopard and a group of petite beavers as company, and a psychic white ape. They passed Ah Cheng, he could feel their heat, and the faint fragrance of flowers, could even the wild animals smell? Ah Cheng witnessed the white ape putting a set of clothes on the lakeside, and the goddess strolling gently on the microwave on the lake, stepping on a circle of ripples under her feet, as if stepping on a stone road with water.
When she came to the lake, the woman put on the clothes unhurriedly, and then sat on the leopard's generous back. Ah Cheng raised his head to look at her again. She was wearing a plain white skirt, as if she was wrapped in a cloud and mist, and her body released a faint light, like a bright moon.
Ah Cheng asked, "Who are you?"
"I, Ficus pumila, you, man."
The woman speaks slowly, but her voice is very comfortable.
Ah Cheng scratched his head and felt an unusual feeling in his heart. It was not the satisfaction of food, the joy of hearing a joke, or the complacency of martial arts progress, but a different, unusual-joy.
He couldn't help but want to talk to this woman more.
"My name is Qian Fucheng, you can call me Acheng."
"A-cheng." The woman said these two words, and the rhythm came from her throat, as if singing gracefully, she gently covered her mouth, a little at a loss, "Acheng, you, puli, Me." She uttered carefully, but the ending still rose.
Ah Cheng smiled, "Fisherina."
"Huh?" The woman tilted her head, and the red leopard under her seat also tilted her head and blinked.
"Are you a mountain ghost?"
"What is a mountain ghost?" Pui Li spoke a lot more fluently this time. She smiled a little bit of joy, patted the red leopard, walked to Ah Cheng and circled him.
Ah Cheng looked at the woman, looked at the red leopard, and appeared in front of him, first part, then part, and then disappearing, like a revolving lantern, he is the candle, and the pumila is the picture book of legends.
Ah Cheng sang softly, "If someone is like a mountain, they will be led by a lily."
It seems that someone is passing by that mountain.
"It is both contemplative and easy to laugh, Zimuyuxi is good and slim."
Gaze affectionately at how beautiful Qiaoxiao is, you will admire my graceful posture.
Ficus pumila stopped in front of him, listening to his words, one by one, as if the words he said would shine, boundless stars, boundless moonlight, boundless beautiful women, all when his lips and teeth lightly moved From the sky, from the ground, from the crevices of the mountains and forests, from the traces of the running water, everywhere are floating, ups and downs, floating, revolving, messy, surrounding sentient beings, stacking up into a dizzying picture. Whether you turn your head around or look up, you can see it, like stepping into a poet's dream.
"Okay, beautiful." Fiery can't speak anymore. She frowned, her tongue kept tapping her jaw, making a clicking sound, in accordance with Ah Cheng's tone, her eyes roaming around, and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.
Ah Cheng sang Qu Yuan's "Mountain Ghost" and stared at the pui lily.
The subtle expressions on her face, her glowing skin are involved, and her facial features seem to be able to speak, expressing infinite affection.
That kind of wonderful feeling hit my heart again, different, unusual—pleasure.
A long song will eventually come to an end. Ah Cheng dragged the last sentence of "Thinking of the son, dissatisfied with worry" very long. He wished that this sentence would never end, so he let time stop at the last word and spit out A moment before, so that I can see clearly how happy I am.
The lingering sound dissipated in the cold and humid air at night. Ping Li squinted his eyes and smiled so that his teeth were bared, like a full-fed raccoon slave, stretching a lazy waist against the boundless gentle moonlight.
"Ah, I, very much, like it."
"If you like it, I will sing it again."
Ficus pumila shook his head, "I can sing, you listen."
"... Take the red leopard to follow Wen raccoon, Xin Yi car to tie Guiqi flag..."
Surprisingly, Ah Cheng smiled blankly. Ficus pumila was not able to speak smoothly. When singing, it was like a clear spring breaking through the rocks, diarrhea, vast and vast.
Birds and birds sing together, thousands of insects crowing for harmony, endless beasts stop and listen.
As for Ah Cheng-pleasure. He was immersed in the ocean of joy, wishing to drown.
After the Ficus pumila sang, the echo was still surging back and forth in the mountains and forests.
"Good to hear."
Ficus pumila tilted his head, "I know, it sounds good, I like it, and you also like it."
Ah Cheng looked at the graceful Ficus pumila, dizzy.
"I like."
Pui Li giggled, jumped off the back of the red leopard, and stayed beside Ah Cheng, "Anything else?"
"some."
Ah Cheng sat down tentatively while keeping a distance. He dared not look at each other with Ficus pumila. He only looked towards the lake and recalled the "Book of Songs" little by little. The words and sentences were mixed with the light and moonlight, and he was a little speechless.
"Say it."
"Guan Guan Juji..."
Until the sun rose, Ah Cheng woke up, his body was wet with dew.
He hurriedly looked around ~EbookFREE.me~ There was no one beside the lake, the red leopard, the beaver, and the white ape were all missing, let alone her.
The epiphany seal on the eyebrows flickered, and Ah Cheng guessed it was his father's urging. He was a little frightened, and hurriedly looked around. When he saw the statue of Bodhisattva, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, his father sent dozens of messages, Azhi also sent a few, and another one was from Ficus pumila.
These messages are all floating in the small pure land of my mind. They are illusory human figures with their own expressions. For example, my father has dozens of messages, dozens of phantoms, and his face is more stinky, but Azhi is still dumbfounded. , As for Ficus pumila, she is smiling.
Ah Cheng ignored the news of his father and A Zhi and focused his thoughts on the figure of Ficus pumila.
In the pure land, the silent puli saw his arrival and immediately said happily: "You, here, you have to come, I will wait for you tonight."
Ah Cheng's words, how he wanted to reply to her.
After thinking for a long time, he suffocated a "OK."
He checked the message he had sent, a phantom of Ah Cheng, with a straight face, a word popped out of his teeth, as if he was bitter and bitter.
Do you want to think again? Forget it, send it.
Ah Cheng returned home with a small Buddha statue. His father waited at the door holding a thorn stick. He saw that he was wet and he held the Buddha statue in his arms. His face suddenly eased, and he turned the thorn stick back to the corner. Ah Cheng walked to the front.
The son looked up at his father, raised the Buddha statue and handed it to him.
Dad didn't pick it up immediately, but prayed together. Then, he poked his son on the head with a thick finger and glared at him. Only then did he take the Buddha statue and look happy.
Ah Cheng rubbed his forehead and looked back at the mountain.
Ficus pumila, waiting for me.
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