Ling Nuannuan burst out laughing: "I can't tell, your brother still has a crush, how old is he?"

"It's three years older than you. Twenty-two years old. In our village, I've already reached the age of marriage. Don't look at my brother's enthusiasm and ability to do things. He is very timid. Seeing that sister, he can't even speak."

Xiaoyu looked disgusted.

Ling Nuannuan feels that Xiaoyu's appearance at the moment is similar to the appearance when she complained about her elder brother. Sure enough, the younger sister feels that her brother's EQ is low.

"Xiaoyu, since you know your elder brother is shy, you have to help him appropriately."

Ling Nuannuan said interestingly.

"I don't want it, I'm shy too."

Xiaoyu immediately pursed her lips, folded her arms around her chest, as if she didn't want to care about her elder brother.

Ling Nuannuan looked at himself in the mirror, and hoped inexplicably that Mu Weicheng would be free to come to this festival that night. At that time, would he also send himself a wreath?

"Xiaoyu, I want to ask you, if a man proposes to the woman he likes by giving a wreath, what will the girl do to the man she likes?"

Ling Nuannuan is very curious, and if there is such a ceremony, she really wants to participate, and wants to express her love to Mu Weicheng in this special way.

"Sister Nuannuan, why are you curious about this?

Oh, by the way, according to my grandfather, are you dating that young master Mu? "

Xiaoyu immediately became a gossip lover.

Facing her innocent eyes, Ling Nuannuan nodded shyly: "That's right, but we haven't reached the point of discussing marriage yet."

"Sister Nuannuan, if I tell you the way girls express their love to their sweetheart, do you really want to use it?"

Xiaoyu immediately felt amused, and there was a weird look on her smiling face.

Ling Nuannuan couldn't help being taken aback: "Why don't you use it?

If you have this way of expression here, I must use it on him. "

"Then do you know how weird the way we girls express ourselves to our sweethearts?

Splash water on each other. "

Xiaoyu burst out laughing.

"ah?"

Ling Nuannuan couldn't believe it, why did the man give the woman a wreath, but the woman poured water on the man?

"You must find it strange, but this is the rule set by our ancestors. Girls are as delicate as flowers. Men need to know how to cherish them, but men are water. Water is responsible for our daily life, and it also waters our land and marriage. It symbolizes the courage on men's shoulders. Sprinkling water on them is to hope that they can take responsibility for the girls they like."

Xiaoyu explained seriously, but Ling Nuannuan still opened her eyes wide, dumbfounded.

"So that's the case, but if you splash water and people don't like you, will they be angry?"

Ling Nuannuan asked curiously.

"No, the boys here are very cheerful. If they don't like you, they will avoid you and won't let you splash them. But if they are interested in you, they won't leave. They will stand where they are and let you splash them in the face."

Xiaoyu explained with a smile. JrNovels.com