Chapter 717: your name

Fang Fangyu did not look at Miss Jun, looking at the letter sent by Fang Chengyu, Miss Jun was silent.
There is a wooden stick to poke her back.
"What are you doing?" Miss Jun did not return to her head. "If you have something to say, don't move your hands all day."
"Where do I have." Zhu Xi stepped over and sat on her side, bowing his head and licking the grass on the ground. "You only have to move your hands."
Miss Jun ignored him and looked at the road ahead.
"If you have something, you can say it, what is the meaning of boring." Zhu Xi said.
"There is nothing to say," Miss Jun said. "It’s a poor person to say it."
"What a pity, who knows what they knew at the beginning." Zhu Xi said, throwing the grass in his hand.
Miss Jun has always avoided going deep into this and heard the words silently.
"In any case, Fang's sister is also innocent," she said. "Fangjia is gathered because of money. Now it is separated by money. Although it is a damage to Deshengchang, it is not a different way to re-enter a path."
Said to stop and clap and stand up.
"Let's go."
She turned and walked a few steps and only heard the footsteps did not hear the words, could not help but look back.
Zhu Xi was laughing and followed, suddenly stopped by her to look over, it seems to be shocked, busy to smile, squinting still did not speak.
Miss Jun looked at him.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Zhu Xi shook his head inexplicably.
"How come you are not swearing?" Miss Jun asked, remembering that it seemed that Zhu Xi had not spoken for a long time.
Zhu Xi’s eyes.
"You can only talk," he said. "I didn't like talking."
Speaking of this, the sound is getting smaller.
"I didn't say it before."
It was on the way back from the north to the capital. He caught up with her, and she was mad at her, and she was too lazy to spit.
I don't know if she still remembers?
Immediately thought of the many stupid things at that time, suddenly burr, I wish I had never had it before, she should not remember.
Miss Jun did not know that there was so many messy thoughts in his heart. She just asked me casually. When she finished, she turned and walked away, and did not say anything.
Zhu Xisong breathed a little disappointment, but there was nothing disappointing. Anyway, it was not a pleasant thing. Forgot better, he smiled and followed.
Miss Lema turned and stared at him.

What are you so happy about?
she asked.
Zhu Xi once again stunned and stretched his face.
"No," he said.
There is something to be happy about, the secret of the family of thousands of defenses, but it turned out to be such a terrible scandal, what is he happy, gloating?
"What do you laugh all day long?" Miss Jun asked inexplicably.
Zhu Xi reached out and touched his face.
"Do I have it?" he asked.
Ms. Jun squinted at him and did not speak and turned her head. He just turned his head and turned sharply, and saw the corner of Zhu’s mouth.
"Oh." She pointed her finger. "Look at you."
Zhu Xi’s hand touched the raised corner of his mouth and suddenly felt very funny. He simply laughed.
Miss Jun glared at him and didn't talk again and urged the horse to gallop forward.
Zhu Xi looked at her back, and in the wilderness of the autumn, the woman dressed in a sullen and dusty dress looked lonely and refreshing, as he always remembered.
The actual age of the nine-nine princess has already exceeded twenty, but now the body is only sixteen or seven years old, and it is not much different from the age of thirteen, so it looks like time goes by.
The people who have disappeared in memory and ran farther and farther have really appeared.
"Hey." Zhu Xi couldn't help but shouted in his mouth.
The galloping figure did not go away, nor did it move indifferently, but stopped, and the immediate man turned back, and the autumn wind blew her clothes and hair.
"What?" she asked.
Zhu Xi smiled.
"Nothing," he said.
The man immediately took a look at him and turned to continue to push the horse.
"Hey." Zhu Xi shouted again.
This time the horse stayed, but the man did not look back.
"I have a name." She just said with a little impatient voice.
She has a name.
Yes, that name.
Zhu Xi’s hands slammed with his hands and seemed to condense countless forces.
"Nine years old," he shouted.
He thought it was a shout, but the sound was just like a mosquito.
People in sight are getting farther and farther.
"Nine years old." He shouted again.
The loud voice was sent out. He saw the woman in the line of sight turning back slightly. She did not answer, but raised her hand.
Live, active, Zhu Xi suddenly felt that the eyes were stinging and could not see again. He looked up at the sky.
"Nine-years old." He shouted again, and the voice seemed to be sent to heaven.
Sorghum to almost broken sound, it sounds a bit harsh.
The sound was not over, and he shouted again.
The loud, hoarse and sharp voice seemed to shout out of the heavens and the earth, and spread out in the wilderness.
The horseshoe screamed and was beaten with a whip.
"Zhu Xi, what are you crazy!" Miss Jun shouted angrily.
Zhu Xi just let go and watched Miss Jun who came back from riding.
"Nothing," he laughed. "Call your name."
"Is there such a shout?" Miss Jun said. "I am not a blind man. You are not finished yet?"
Zhu Xi looked at her and laughed.
"I just want to call your name." He said, "A hand," he shouted.
Just want to call your name.
Miss Jun looked at him, Zhu Xi did not dare to look at her as usual, she immediately removed her eyes, but smiled and greeted her.
Miss Jun suddenly remembered. On the way back from Beijing to Beijing, she teased Zhu Xi and asked him to call his nine-year-old, but Zhu Xi’s anger was rejected without hesitation.
Then she thought that since she met Zhu Xi, he never called the name nine.
Is that because he doesn't remember the name?
Of course not. He went to Beijing to go to the grave of the nine-nine princess himself. Even if he was facing the tomb of the dead man, he carefully arranged the appearance with dew.
Is that because he doesn't like the name?
Of course not. He walks outside, no matter who asks, he will scream his name on the fist, ordering nine, ordering nine.
He will be depressed because Zhang Baotang does not intend to mention the name on the table.
He will turn his face because he is a nine-year-old princess.
Why is this?
Why did he never mention this name?
Why did he suddenly dare to call this name so loudly?
Why did he suddenly stop talking so much, no longer swearing and snoring, but always laughing, unconscious, walking with her beside her and smiling?
Because, like this name.
Miss Jun looked at him and screamed, and turned the whip to the horse and turned it forward again.
Perhaps she did not find out that she had urged the horse to be faster than before, so that the wind blowing on her face was even more fierce, so that she could take away the heat on her face, lest the heat spread. Like the spring grass, the stone wall is broken and the mud is muddy and arrogant.