[XII]

If we don't step up the promotion, the material and financial resources and manpower will be wasted, and the peony flowers will be thanked for a season-long before the tourists come.

Therefore, the organizer painfully allocated a site to advertise the Peony Festival, why is it painful? The advertising idea of the festival said that it was only to fight horses to cross the sea of flowers, and the majority of the votes were passed.

The organizer is very sad.

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Jun Ran a military uniform, sword eyebrows, deep eyes, and long hair slanting down the shoulders. The beauty of the flowers and snow, the sharpness of the heroic.

A strange combination of temperaments, the most wonderful is a pair of eyes, the corners of the eyes slightly drooping, the pupils pale, like a military general stationed at the border for many years has finally been ordered to return home, looking at the city full of painted brocade, frosty eyebrows.

But make the dragon city flying general in, do not teach Hu horse degree Yinshan.

This is the river and mountain he is guarding.

In his lifetime, he was lucky to return to the court, and the people waiting for him were long gone.

Suddenly he held the reins with one hand, the war horse hissed, raised the front hooves, and took the master into the sea of flowers.

The general is a light-hearted man, his battle armor reflects the golden sunlight, he is alone, but behind him, there seems to be a thousand horses, as powerful as a rainbow.

He leaned down from his horse, long arms, peonies fell a few petals, a short flower stalk was in his mouth, the flowers covered his face, the camera switched, a person in the sea of flowers and a ride to spoil the flowers and gone, no trace.

*The camera switches.

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"You are good ah first two commercials are once through." Lan Yue was very pleased, and turned back to indicate Hu Yu, quick to praise him you are not saying that even the old actor shooting ads always have to click a few times it.

Hu Yu looked at him coldly, why don't you say just watch him ride his horse, his heart and liver are almost unable to pocket, still praise?

Well, chocolate out.

Jun Ran but did not pick up, he thought of many years ago someone brought him to Luoyang, coinciding with the local flower god festival, they two chased the sedan chair in the colorful sister over a few streets, the street clustered people, they stepped all the way to the ridge, sister willing to bet, has been sitting in a disciplined manner.

Later, the sister gave a few chestnuts to the elder brother fiercely, to buy him a string of sugar gourd.

And then later ...... Later the cunning rabbit died, the dog cooked, birds of prey, slingshot hide.

They know too much.

Layers of petals were stained with blood, and then he died alone.

Lan Yue gave Hu Yu a wink, how to do Jun Ran seemed to be unhappy.

Hum, I do not spoil the artist, to coax their own coaxing.

Lan Yue is helpless, his hand Jun Ran's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

"Hello."

"Jun Ran, turn your head, turn your head, right, see that flower bush?"

Gu Xiran was happy to appreciate Jun Ran's dumbfounded expression, Beauty is beauty, how even dumbfounded is so cute.

"Happy pro, surprised pro, happy pro, pro, package oh pro ~"

The person on the edge of the bush eyebrows and smiles, fingers pinched half a cigarette.

"How did you come," Jun Ran's voice is a little unsteady.

"I'm afraid you're airsick, so I bought a ticket to fly here, a small sample wearing military uniforms truly handsome."

The scene is déjà vu.

The state of mind is very different.

Suddenly Gu Xiran kneeled on one knee, bowed his head, hands clasped fist, he said aloud - welcome back to the General victory.

The words are strong and powerful, and the words are filled with the sound of war.

Jun Ran could not say anything.

The small sample, blushing what, you should say Mr. please rise.

When the return trip Gu Xiran ruthlessly bought the same flight first class, on the plane depressed, a first-class full. Jun Ran leaned against the window, next to Hu Yu, and then next to Lan Yue, while Gu Xiran himself was next to a pregnant woman, he was too embarrassed to let someone change with Jun Ran.

Jun Ran looks at him and looks down, that look Gu XiRan's heart panic, some boring.

Change seats. Lan Yue winked, after being an assistant he found himself more and more flexible eyes.

Why?

We change, then I change with Gu Xiran.

Why?

......

After a while, Hu Yu took the initiative to get up and change Gu Xiran over.

You are so nice. Lan Yue's eyes blinked.

Close your eyes! I'm not spoiling the artist!

Lan Yue thought Hu Yu is obviously very nice, so it is true that the rumors cannot be believed.

Jun Ran took out a bag of flower seeds from his pocket and handed it to Gu Xiran.

"It's for you. You can grow peonies."

Gu Xiran took it, heart hated the money to sell seeds, never heard of seeds in the hands of ordinary people can grow peonies ah and the northeast of the kind of snow and ice can really grow live Luoyang peony!

Jun Ran got up and took a small box from the luggage rack and handed it to him.

"Another gift for me?" He asked with a smile.

Jun Ran nodded her head.

Gu Xiran quickly opened a pair of soft black sheepskin gloves with fleece inside, which he wore on his hand, lining the ten fingers slender and beautiful.

"Don't you like it?" Jun Ran looked at him, and through the porthole, the sunset reflected his eye color, there is a kind of charming style.

This person is cautious, many times like this, very careful, through a slight helplessness, like being bullied afraid of the little animal plucked up the courage to lick your fingers reaching for it, and then shrink into a ball, hoping you can touch it, but also afraid of being made to look uncomfortable again.

Gu Xiran's heart is that bit of evil fire stupid, he thinks he is not a good person, not since childhood.

"En, I don't like it, I hate it when people give me gloves, you know why?"

A small part of Jun Ran's eyes broke, that color full of expectation became sporadic, and again that weeping look.

Don't be like that, you will make me can't help but blame myself and make me want to hug you.

"Because my right hand was six-fingered when I was a child, my family covered it up since I was a child, and when I was young it was clothes with overly long sleeves, and then it was gloves, damn gloves!" He told him with a ruthless, lowered voice viciously.

Because of this hand, he had an unspeakable sense of inferiority many years later. As a child, he watched others play the piano, play the flute, and paint, while he only dared to show his left hand; he had always been left-handed. Although he deliberately trained his right hand to become very flexible, there is a hurdle in his heart.

Just like a child who grew up with poor grades, no matter how outstanding he is, he will still be envious, very, very envious, of the small area in his heart when he rides in a luxury car past those institutions of higher learning. That is a lack because never got, it and am not likely to get it again.

He saved that cat because he felt it was miserable, it was pathetic, more pathetic than he was. His young heart had a shameful sense of superiority, look, you can't live without me, you would believe the group of people who lured you over with a small knob of sausage, you deserve to have your leg broken, you give yourself to suffer, you deserve it.

Then Jun Ran, why would he accept him, why would he be good to him, because of that look, was a small piece of sausage lured by the eyes.

Why should he be upset.

Gu Xiran had a perverted pleasure, he looked cruel, Jun Ran has been good and obedient, let him more than once remembered the cat that has been dead for years, those eyes, that looked, as if tears.

Why trust me? I'm as selfish and ugly as those who have hurt you.

I can hurt you too.

Jun Ran took off his gloves, stuffed both together into a paper bag with garbage, wrapped his cold hand around his left hand, and squeezed it, "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" Look at him again, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that at first."

God knows how many years have not shed tears Gu Xiran that moment, how much how want to cry.

"You dummy," he scolded with a smile, but his eyes were red.

Jun Ran was tired, he took a late-night flight to Luoyang, after a non-stop rush to the venue, took time to buy a gift for Gu Xiran, then the final makeup, all kinds of preparations, have not closed their eyes.

The actual fact is that the actual person is not a person who is not a person.

He is at ease because completely at ease, tiredness is hard to resist.

It seems that the sky is collapsing and will be topped by this person who is a little shorter than him. He does not know martial arts, always chanting, he is very good to him.

Well, it seems to be richer than him.

Just made this person angry, he would ignore him.

Jun Ran's brow furrowed. Gu Xiran raised his hand and gently rubbed him away.

The person pillowing his shoulder opened his eyes and looked at him in a daze, and fell asleep again, mumbling something, as if to say that it hurt.

The next hand is heavy, Gu Xiran looked at his fingertips, heart soft.