In the peach blossom forest, the peach blossoms circling like rain, telling the speechless tenderness.

Under the peach blossom tree, the ground covered with falling flowers,

The two naked bodies rolled up, making moans and panting that made people blush, their hearts swayed, and their blood boiled.

The sound floated in the forest, and a breath of pride spread.

There are bright red marks on the petals, which are so shocking. They are the witness of love and the condensation of love.

At this moment, Xiaojun had completely put aside the reserve and concern in her heart, and her body swayed with Yiren's movement.

She felt like a lonely boat in the sea, driven by waves of waves, constantly rushing towards the height of the tide, empty but so fulfilling. Flashes of pleasure surged, her body kept trembling, and her hands subconsciously hugged Yiren.

At this moment, she wanted to let each other get together and let each other carve the eternal mark of love engraved on each other.

After a long and swaying, the two of them climbed to the top in the majestic tiger roar and the gentle and soft oriole singing.

Song Wen slowly became gentle from wildness, hugged Yiren, and kissed her gently to remove the tears shed from her joy or pain or satisfaction. The feelings and desires in her heart gradually faded away, replaced by the tenderness and sweetness.

After the love, Xiaojun pillowed on Song Wen’s bra, hugged his bear waist, and listened to his heartbeat. This person would be his lifelong love.

Song Wen kissed her hair and hugged her. This woman would be his conversion.

After thirty years of floating and rising in the world, I finally found my love in the vast sea of ​​people.

Today, after Women's Day, I broke my virginity and gave my bloodline essence that I had preserved for thirty years. Finally, I don't have to sing "Find a dear I love the most, I love and love, and say goodbye to being single..."

Looking up, the fallen flowers are so beautiful.

The gentle peach blossoms are like fat, like jade, like snow, so delicate, so watery and so crystal clear, just like a woman washing veil by the stream, lifting up the gauze and holding the brightness of the sun. When the gauze sinks, it is soaked with the gentleness of warm water.

Looking down at the delicate person in his arms, love surged and couldn't help but kiss him.

After a while of warmth, the two of them got up to dress. They saw that the sky was getting worse and they planned to go back.

As soon as Xiaojun got up and was about to leave, she felt a stinging pain coming from her lower body and couldn't help but frown.

"What's wrong?" Song Wen asked with concern.

"It's not you." Xiaojun said angrily.

Seeing her unsteady standing, Song Wen suddenly woke up and hurried forward to support her. He said apologetically: "It's all my fault, otherwise I will take you away."

Although he said this, he smiled on his face, and he felt like he was being good at getting cheap.

"I don't want it?" Xiaojun shook his hand away angrily.

He clearly said he didn't want it, but he insisted on it. Not only did he ask for it, but he also tried so hard that his heart trembled. Now he came to show his attention again. He was really not a good person. She was resentful and ignored Song Wen. She frowned and walked forward.

Song Wen stepped forward and picked her up.

"What are you doing?" Xiaojun said coquettishly.

"I'll just hold you! Otherwise, how can you leave?" Song Wen said.

"I don't want you to pretend to be kind?"

"I'm so kind, okay?"

"Who knows."

Xiaojun turned her head aside, but she no longer resisted and stretched out her hands to hug Song Wen's neck.

Suddenly I remembered how I saw people like this. It was all caused by the person in front of me. I couldn't help but pinched Song Wen with anger.

Song Wen grinned and screamed. Xiaojun saw it and felt that he had been a little too much, so he reached out to touch it with heartache.

"It's all your fault. Look at how I'm going to see you now?" Xiao Jun said with a grudge when he walked up the bamboo tray and looked at Song Wen who was riding the boat.

"Then get in the car just now, don't meet." Song Wen said disrespectfully.

"How can that be? It's so rude."

"It doesn't matter, I told her that you accidentally kicked the stone and wanted to go down and bandage it. She shouldn't say anything."

Xiaojun thought about it and there was no other way, so he could only do this.

After getting ashore, Song Wen took Xiaojun directly into the car. Chen Xiuhui looked at it and thought something had happened and hurried over to ask.

Song Wen made the excuse he had thought of, saying that he would take Xiaojun down to bandage. Chen Xiuhui did not doubt it, and told the two to be careful and watched them leave.

When she arrived at Songjiabao, Song Wen got out of the car and walked up the mountain by herself. Xiaojun drove away, but she didn't dare to go back because she was so afraid that her family would see it, so she stayed in a hotel in the city of Nanzhou and wanted to wait until her lower body was healed before going back.

During this period, Song Wen knew that she was staying in a hotel, so he ran over from Songjiabao.

The two men who had the first taste of men and women were ecstatic. As soon as they met, they had no words and had a desire to love each other. Then they became flirted with each other in the hotel, causing Xiaojun's wound to recover three days later. For this reason, she blamed Song Wen a lot.

In a blink of an eye, bamboo shoots passed, and Song Wen's parents saw that there was nothing to do in the mountains, so they took their little kid down the mountain Xixi.

After all, the mountains are too quiet, and the two old people don’t like them very much.

It's great to be in the village. You can find people to chat and brag, and you can also listen to people playing the piano, drums and playing the second string at the temple entrance. Moreover, it's not a big deal to keep Xixi on the mountain. Although children often come to the mountain to play with him during holidays, they are usually too lonely after all. Staying here and not communicating with others will lead to the child's introverted personality in the future, which is not possible.

After the bamboo shoot season, Song Wen called a bulldozer and launched several mountain roads in the bamboo forest that can be walked on. In this way, it would not be so hard to dig bamboo shoots in the future. He had to run around the mountain with bamboo shoots on his back and drive over directly. He also asked someone to build a water tower in the bamboo forest and bury the water pipes. In this way, even if there is a severe drought, there will be no fear of the bamboo shoots being confiscated.

After everything was done, Song Wen walked leisurely in the bamboo forest, looking at the road he had made, and felt very satisfied.

The bamboo forest floor is also flat and compacted with coarse sand. It looks good just like the road leading to the village.

There are emerald green bamboo forests on both sides, and bursts of bamboo fragrance wafting over. It makes people feel refreshed when they smell it.

Suddenly, Song Wen remembered the small horses and birds in Ruyi Fan, thinking about whether to let them go freely in the mountains and forests without having to stay in the small space of Ruyi Fan all day, which would restrict their nature of yearning for freedom.

After thinking about it, it felt good. Few people came here in the mountains, so be careful, it should be fine. The main reason is that the appearance of a small horse will make people feel weird, so be careful. It should be fine if the birds are seen, after all, it looks nothing, it is similar to an egret, but they are just a larger body.

Thinking of it, he released the little horse and the bird from the Ruyi fan and let them play in the mountains and forests by themselves.

The two little guys were released and were very happy. They kept shouting and making noise around Song Wen.

Song Wen played with the two little guys, and then told him to refute him a few words, asking him to be careful not to be discovered. The little guy is very smart and understands people's words. After listening to Song Wen's words, he still shouted and responded. As for the little bird, Song Wen ignored it, because no one else would take it seriously after seeing it.

Since then, two little guys have lived in the mountains and forests.

Although the two were free, the birds basically stayed at Song Wen's house. Song Wen didn't care about it after seeing it. After all, it was very ordinary and would not cause others to explore. The little horse was different. Although she also liked to run home, for safety reasons, Song Wen arranged it in a valley not far from the lake to avoid being discovered. (To be continued...)
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