He looked again at the three women and was so surprised that he stood still.The red dress was more striking, but at a glance, no one's eyes could stop at the woman in the green dress, who was really amazing.

The high white wall, the light black SLATE road, and the morning glory flowers climbing from the corridor are just like the silence of eternal existence. The woman in green clothes and red shoes is holding a yellow oilpaper umbrella with one hand, holding a skirt in the other hand, laughing and lightly passing through this ancient space.

The beauty, sleeves, alleys, the depth of the levels, the wei feel of the movement, like a tang poem is very congealed-building implicit, like song ci general elegant and secluded, antique scenery with her floating but too, as if all with her sweet nuojiao qiao, also unconsciously become warm but people up.

Seeing the official sedan chair, the woman cried happily, "Is your master back?"She looked gracefully towards the corridor and saw Yang Ling walking towards her, holding her skirt and umbrella in her hand, holding the green potted landscape in the middle.

Water drops on the green grass with red embroidered shoes lightly rolling down.At that moment, Yang Ling had an illusion, as if it was a jade man dressed in water and stepping on the clear waves.

The woman walked straight to come over, the bright eye like qiu Bo first curiously looked at the Yang Ling of suzi unconventional not group one eye, and then squatted to Mo Qinghe smile: "master!"

Her voice is like a fountain striking a stone.Gently, crisp, gently smile, that bright eyes bright teeth, as dazzling sunshine, the moment fanghua can not square things.

There are such people in the world!Yang Ling could not help but exclaim at the bottom of his heart