Song Xi and George Sheng sat on horsebacks at the same time. Even if the tall horse had a wide back, the saddles were limited, so they were tightly attached to each other. So he took her for a walk, and Song Xi vaguely realized what was behind him. What else can it be?

With palpitations and speechlessness, Song Xi couldn't help but said, "Can you ride well?"

George Sheng's low and sweet voice came from behind, "Is it fast or slow?"

She seriously suspected that he was asking knowingly, but she was too embarrassed to pierce her, so she could only "riding a tiger with difficulty".

But she can support it, and George Sheng can't support it. After walking for two laps, he took the initiative to say: "It's too cold, go back."

Song Xi pressed against his chest. His body was obviously hot, and he was steaming out. She said aloud: "You go back first, and I will walk a few times by myself."

George Sheng did not move or speak, his arm went around her and pulled the rein, the horse speeded up and ran forward. There was an exit on the racecourse. At this time, the door was not blocked, and the two of them ran directly to a forest in front of them. Song Xi asked, "Where to go?"

George Sheng said: "Take you to see something."

Song Xi secretly said that George Sheng was quite bearable. She said he wouldn't go back if she said she didn't go back. There was no bargaining. After a few minutes, the two were already in the woods. She didn't know if there were trees on this island, anyway. The road under the horse’s feet is a newly built road. It has not been built into the usual cement or asphalt road, but a soft red clay road. Both sides of the road are tied with simple and clean white small fences. The winding path is quiet and makes people yearn for inexplicably. What can be seen in the depths of the forest.

After entering the woods, George Sheng slowed the horse's pace. Song Xi could admire the scenery along the way and chat with him along the way, "I see Arabian horses in addition to English horses in the stables. I haven't seen you interested in horses before."

She touched the black horse's mane under her body, and after braided it was still shiny and smooth, and she knew it was the best.

George Sheng said, "My dad likes horses. These are all raised by him."

Song Xi said, "Then what is it called?"

Since it was Qiao Dingxiang's horse, and her father-in-law liked it so much, it was impossible not to name it.

George Sheng said: "Too many, I don't remember clearly, this horse seems to be Hei Kui."

Song Xi didn't know which Kui character George Sheng was talking about, but he subconsciously screamed.

George Sheng asked: "What are you laughing at?"

Song Xi smiled and said, "Isn't Dad named after Li Kui's skin color?"

Upon hearing this, George Sheng's lips twitched, "I think it's my dad's thinking."

Song Xi said, "I also saw a dark horse, a little lighter than Hei Kui. It should be Hefei."

George Sheng thought of Zhang Fei and asked, "What is the white one?"

Song Xi said, "Bai Shun."

George Sheng said: "Which one is smooth?"

Song Xi smiled and said, "Bai Tiao in the waves, Zhang Shun."

George Sheng said, "My dad has a horse called Bailang."

Song Xi couldn't smile, turned her head and said, "Really?"

George Sheng said: "Really, I just don't know if it's a hit with you."

Song Xi laughed a few times in front, smiled and the corners of her lips gradually sank, and finally fell on a regretful expression, "If we had known each other a few years ago, it would be fine. Maybe I can still discuss with my dad about giving a horse. The experience of naming."

George Sheng said: "Dad knows that you are sitting on his horse now, and he will be happy too."

After that, without waiting for Song Xi to speak out, he added, "My dad's horse is only for his family to ride."

The two chatted for a while. Qiao Dingxiang, unknowingly, when Song Xi raised his head, a corner of the house was revealed in the indistinct place in front of him. As the horse under the hips got closer and closer, the woods blocking the line of sight were empty, and there was a clearing in front of him. A wooden house with a triangular roof was erected from the ground.

The whole house is made of wood, like the Cinderella’s “old site” seen in the fairy tale book of Song Xi’s childhood. The wooden fence around the house is tied with blooming flowers. The temperature is naturally not real flowers. The fake flowers are also fake and beautiful, more like a dream.

George Sheng took the lead to get off the horse, and then helped Song Xi to jump off. Her eyes were bright, and the corners of her lips were raised high at some unknown time. She asked aloud, "When did you prepare?"

George Sheng had shown her construction photos on the island before, and she was sure that she hadn't seen this fairy-tale cabin.

George Sheng took her hand and walked forward, and said as he walked: "For some children."

He thought these children like fairy tales so much. If one day he takes them out to play and accidentally discovers this place, would they be particularly happy?

Qiaoqiao and Bo Jingjing were still young, and it took a year or two to walk down the ground, but he made plans early.

Song Xi admitted that George Sheng is not only a good husband, he is also a competent and good father.

The child hadn’t seen him yet. Song Xi came to inspect first and followed George Sheng into the cabin. The interior was not as deserted as she thought, but rather warm, and the decorations were all retro and dreamy. The area is small and there is only one living room. With the two bedrooms, Song Xi looked around, and the innocence in her eyes had not faded. There was already someone behind her who couldn't wait to cling to her, so that her innocence was instantly obscured by the adult's complexity.

Song Xi knew that nothing was to be courteous, whoever was to commit crimes was to steal, and that he didn't take her into the villa. It didn't mean that he didn't have any thoughts in that regard. No, he still complied with that sentence.

Song Xi rolled onto the new sheets with George Sheng. Because it was lace, it was slightly thorny. George Sheng felt Song Xi's moments of distraction, so he rolled her aside and reached out to lift the quilt outside. , Revealing the sheets inside, the sheets are clean.

Song Xi smoked the air conditioner and said, "Your taste is becoming more and more elusive now."

George Sheng lay flat on the bed, with his arms around Song Xi. His handsome face did not resemble the usual indifference, but a naked nature. Staring at Song Xi's face, he said aloud: "I'm down, no Let you stick."

He did what he said. For the next hour, Song Xi stayed on him even if she wanted to. It was daylight outside and the window was not blocking the curtains. She raised her head when she was confused and she was looking out the window. A piece of woods behind the cabin, the trees here are evergreen all year round, and they are always lush. However, I don't know when it will snow. The snow is not too big or too small, and one piece of it slowly floats down from the sky.

Song Xi tremblingly asked, "Yes, will it be, someone will come?"

George Sheng breathed heavily, holding her waist and replied: "No." The words were simple and concise.

Song Xi learned that no one would come, so what would he be afraid of? He opened his posture and squatted with him to the end. The two of them stayed in the cabin for a few hours before tidying up and returning home. Poor little Jie kept waiting at home eagerly. When the two of them came in, they ran over to hold Song Xi's thigh, and asked, "Godmother, where did you go with your godfather? I just came back so long, I thought Malaysia took you away."

Regarding this question, Song Xi was ashamed to speak, and didn't want to lie to the children, so she simply said: "Ask your godfather."

Xiaojie looked at George Sheng, and George Sheng said without changing his face: "The big body has good strength and can ride a long distance. You will know when you grow up."

Xiaojie asked: "Will Malaysia be tired?"

George Sheng: "...Fortunately."