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Chapter 119 Renshen Day, the kite that prays for blessings (9)

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    Maple bridge night mooring.

    The moon falls, the sky is covered with crows and frost, and Jiang Feng's fishing fire is facing Mianmian.  Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bells to the passenger ship.

    This song "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" contains the names of the two of them.

    Bell, sleep, fish, night.

    Zhong Chumian only felt a little happy.

    The fate between him and her, perhaps from a long time ago, has been doomed in the dark.

    So he took the opportunity and asked for Yu Wanfeng's QQ account, station b account, Douyin account, etc., all over again.

    Finally, when asked about Renren's account, Yu Wanfeng was puzzled: "You still use Renren now? Didn't it go bankrupt long ago?"

    Zhong Chumian coughed lightly: "Yes."

    Regardless of whether he uses it or not, add it first.

    The two of them watched the video for a while, and it was all sent by Jian Hongshu.

    Jian Hongshu has become very brave now, and has been stuck in Jinyintan Hospital, following the doctors and nurses, running to the intensive care unit one after another.

    Before Yu Wanfeng read some reports, many CCTV reporters came retrograde after the city was closed, and entered various hospitals and streets in Wuhan to conduct reports and interviews.

    At that time, the train arriving in Wuhan was empty, and there were only them in the entire carriage.

    Many people are only in their twenties, and they are just young children.

    Who is not a child.

    Yu Wanfeng brushed some of Jian Hongshu's photos, and suddenly smiled: "We used to laugh at Jian Hongshu, saying that he had a face for nothing, that he was cowardly and timid, and that he could only rely on his face for food in the future. Unexpectedly, now, he is more than  We are all brave."

    She thought for a while, then sighed softly: "Zhong Chumian, I think they are all quite capable. Xu Mingchuan is a front-line doctor, and Jian Hongshu is a front-line reporter. I can't even apply for volunteers."

    This is another day when Yu Wanfeng feels useless.

    Zhong Chumian rubbed her hair: "Well, many people may feel that they are useless."

    Yu Wanfeng frowned: "Will you do it too?"

    "Yes," Zhong Chumian nodded, "I even need you to prepare breakfast, tell me, am I useless?"

    Yu Wanfeng laughed.

    This man is really

    Now I know how to joke.

    Zhong Chumian was silent for a moment, and said again: "Xiao Wan, remember what I told you? Our greatest use now is to stay at home, try not to go out, and don't cause trouble to others."

    Yu Wanfeng nodded: "Well, I see."

    This is the most useful thing they can do now.

    *

    ¡¾Memory Small Theater¡¿

    Go around the chrysanthemum exhibition in the botanical garden, and you have seen all the weird varieties.

    Xu Mingchuan saw a green chrysanthemum, saw the words on the name plate, and leaned forward and back with a smile: "A green chrysanthemum, what is it called a green peony. Is it a chrysanthemum or a peony?"

    Yu Wanfeng also took a look in the past, wondering: "Why is it called Green Peony?" She turned her head and asked Zhong Chumian: "Zhong Chumian, do you know why it is called Green Peony?"

    Zhong Chumian shook his head.

    Yu Wanfeng was delighted: "It turns out that you also have something you don't know."

    Zhong Chumian: ""

    Yu Wanfeng asked him again: "What flower do you like best?"

    Zhong Chumian asked her back: "You talk first."

    "Why did I say it first?"

    "If you want to know the answer, you have to pay something first."

    Yu Wanfeng defeated: "Well, I like Mangypsophila the most. What about you?"

    Zhong Chumian said without hesitation, "Coincidentally, I also like Gypsophila."

    Xu Mingchuan was drinking from a mineral water bottle at that time, and he almost lost his breath after hearing this.

    He was amazed, did Zhong Chumian know it so well?

    Look at the happy look of the little girl, tsk tsk tsk.

    Xu Mingchuan silently accepted his thoughts.

    It turns out that she likes Gypsophila.

    For many years later, on the windowsill of Xu Mingchuan's home, and on the balcony of the dormitory, there would always be a pot full of stars.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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