More than an hour ago, Baoer woke up from a nap and was bored outside the house for a while, so he asked Chen Lang to bring him to the forest to play.

He had short hands and feet, but when he arrived in the woods, he was extremely flexible. He followed Shenlang up and down, like a monkey wearing a little girl's clothes.

Between the tender green branches, birds were already passing by. The cheerful and crisp laughter not only alarmed the birds in the forest, but also alarmed the boy sitting by the stream washing his feet on the other side of the forest.

The moon-like silver hair slowly flowed, and he raised his ears and listened to the sound, and involuntarily headed into the forest.

On the night he came, Chen Lang patroled the forest. There were no ferocious beasts or hunting traps.

There are only some stupid pheasants, cunning foxes, and fat and tender rabbits.

Seeing that it was almost dusk, it was time to go back to prepare for dinner. Chen Lang wanted to take Baoer back, but Baoer was unwilling to do it, "Uncle Lang, Baoer will play for a while."

Although riding a horse is fun, after half a month, Baoer was very interested in being able to play on the ground.

Moreover, as he grows older, although he still likes to stick to Ye Miao, he also begins to have the idea of ​​wanting to be independent of time and space.

Chen Lang agreed. In his opinion, boys should learn the ability to survive alone early.

"If you have something to do, call me." He said.

"Thank you, Uncle Lang. Baoer will play for a while and then go back obediently." Baoer smiled and looked like two little sluts, looking like a little girl.

Chen Lang immediately thought of Niu Niu and his eyes became softer.

He stretched out his clumsy hand and rubbed Baoer's little head, turned around and left.

As soon as he left, Baoer saw a beautiful pheasant flying past from the corner of his eyes, waving his arms and running after him with his short legs.

Suddenly, a touch of pink lotus root appeared in front of him from somewhere.

Baoer looked up along the smooth satin and saw the moon-like silver hair that reached his waist and a beautiful face that was unaware of.

His gray-blue eyes were as clean and beautiful as the sky. Baoer had never seen such beautiful eyes before, and he was stunned for a moment.

After a while, Baoer came to her senses and blinked her eyes and asked in a slight voice: "Good-looking sister, where did you come from?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, and his thin and pale lips raised slightly, "I'm not my sister, I'm my brother."

His voice sounds as nice as the spring water in the mountains, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Brother, you look so pretty, why should Baoer be afraid of you?"

Is it good-looking? The boy stretched out his slender white fingers, which were extremely slender, and his nails were transparent grayish-white, looking as beautiful as a sculpture.

"Is it really good?" he murmured.

"It looks good. Brother Baoer has seen it, the best brother." Baoer said affirmatively.

The cousin is the best-looking cousin, and the second uncle is the best-looking second uncle. This is Baoer's logic.

The young man smiled lightly. When he smiled, his silver hair swayed gently, emitting a moonlight-like light.

He squatted down and looked at Bao'er with gray-blue eyes, "My name is A Shu, what's your name?"

"Brother Ah Shu, Bao'er's name is Bao'er."

"Baoer, you are my first friend." The boy stretched out his hands.

Friend? Baoer's eyes lit up and his little hand grabbed the boy's little finger, "Brother Ah Shu, you are also Baoer's first friend!"

"Baoer!" Ye Miao's voice was brought in by the wind passing through the forest.

"Brother A Shu, Ah Mom is here, Baoer brings her to know Ah Mom!"

He pulled the boy's finger and ran out. When he heard Ye Miao's voice getting closer, he subconsciously let go and ran into Ye Miao's arms.

I haven't seen my mother for most of the day. He missed her so much!

The boy frowned unhappily as he looked at his little fingers that were released by Baoer.

Then he looked up at the young woman not far away and hugged Baoer in his arms.

Is this...My mom?

He raised his foot and walked over. When the woman opposite heard the noise, she couldn't help but raise her head, and her eyes showed the exact same expression when Baoer saw him just now.

There was no fear or disgust. The boy couldn't understand the look and just felt that my mother didn't seem to be so annoying.

He slowly walked to Ye Miao, his gray-blue eyes blinked gently, "Are you afraid of me?"

Ye Miao was amazed for a while before he realized, "I'm not afraid of you being so beautiful."

The boy was indeed amazing, but in this closed ancient times, he was afraid he would be regarded as an alien or a monster.

Thinking of the word "monster", Ye Miao remembered his first encounter in his previous life, and felt a little pity for the boy in front of him.

"Hello, my name is A Shu."

My grandmother Ye Miao was stunned.

When she hadn't given birth to a baby before, she almost wanted someone to call her mother, but it was only limited to children a few years old.

This young man looked like he was already sixteen or seventeen, so he called her mother like this and asked her to be good at it.

But in a flash, she understood.

The young man grew up like this, and his family must have hid him and raised him, so this young man probably didn't understand worldly affairs at all.

"My name is He Qing, you can call me Sister He or Aunt He." Ye Miao explained with a smile: "Am I am the exclusive name of Baoer for the time being."

"Amma, Brother A Shu is Baoer's first friend." The little guy felt that Ah Mom had been looking at Brother Ah Shu for longer than he looked at him, so he quickly showed his presence.

Since it is Baoer’s friend, “then shout…”

Before Ye Miao finished speaking, the young Ah Shu said, "Sister He."

He thought Sister He was better.

Ye Miao:...Okay, I'm not a relative anyway, and I won't know each other for too long, just mess around.

"Where do you live in Ah Shu?"

The boy pointed behind him, "The other end of the forest."

"It's getting late, can you go back alone, right?"

The boy nodded.

"Then goodbye, Ah Shu."

"Goodbye, Sister He." The young man glanced at Baoer, "Goodbye, Baoer."

"Brother Ah Shu, will you come to Linzi to play tomorrow?"

The silver hair at the waist sways gently, like the lake water flowing under the moonlit night, with light dots.

Watching Baoer follow Ye Miao out of the forest, watching Baoer turn around and wave his hand reluctantly, the boy looked at his hand, and imitated Baoer to stretch out and wave.

"Goodbye, Brother Ah Shu."

"Goodbye, Baoer."

The boy turned around, and the lotus pink robe drew a graceful curve. His feet as delicate as jade stepped on the ground, making a rustling sound, and disappeared deep in the forest in a blink of an eye, leaving only a faint fragrance like mountain spring water.

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The next morning when Ye Miao went to Yunlai Inn, the lobby was filled with students taking the exam.

Ye Miao was wondering how he was so aloof. Butler Zhou in the middle turned his head and looked at her kindly and smiled:

"Young Master He is here just in time. You guys are planning to write a poem to introduce the scenery of your hometown. You should sit down and have a poem."

He pointed to a vacant seat, and Ye Miao walked towards the vacant seat. It seemed that Butler Zhou's selection had begun.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou."

As soon as she sat down, the man beside her who was thinking hard turned his head and glared at her, "Why are you, a little boy again? It's such a narrow road to enemies."

"It turned out to be Sun Xiucai, who was disrespectful."

Although Sun Xiucai was not very acoustic, his attitude was a bit annoying. He looked like he was not a very evil person. Ye Miao ignored him even more, and turned his head after saying hello.

However, when the scholar Sun saw that she was not angry, he was slightly stunned, but instead came up on his own.

"Hey, little white face..."

"My name is He Qing, you can call me Mr. He or He Xuezi." Ye Miao said.

Her face was smeared and she even called her a little white face, which would make people laugh. Ye Miao felt that this scholar Sun must have a bad look.

Sun Xiucai curled his lips, "He Qing," he said, "Can you write poetry?"

"A little bit."

"Really?" Sun Xiucai immediately grinned, "It's great, someone is here to accompany you!"

He immediately pointed to two young students on the table in front of him as if he had found a confidant, and shared the same hatred for the enemy: "Those two guys are so hateful. In such a short period of time, he actually wrote such a high-level poem."

After he finished speaking, he read the poem he had just written by the two people and asked Ye Miao again, "Do you think it's hateful or not?"

Ye Miao looked at the two of them again. Judging from the poem Sun Xiucai just read, the two of them were indeed of good quality.

"What are their names?"
To be continued...