"Okay, let's start." Mr. Li buckled a long leash at the head of the horse, stood in the center of the fence, took himself as the center, and gave instructions to the pony.

The pony began to run slowly, its hooves stepping on the sand, making a dull tuk-tuk sound.

"Yes, pay attention to your posture, keep your balance, press, get up, press..."

Yang Youling's pony is also white, and it looks very similar to Shang Muxiao's horse. The way the two horses cross the obstacle is like being carved out of the same mold.

The little one looked at him, and his eyes unknowingly moved to the big side. The tall steed smoothly crossed the obstacles one after another and seemed to be one with the rider on its back.

Back and forth in this way, Shang Muxiao patted the horse's neck admiringly, and gradually leaned to the edge of the fence.

He got off the horse, loosened the hat rope, took off his hat, scratched the crushed hair, and said something to the staff waiting by the fence. He took two sips of mineral water from the other side, and suddenly it seemed He looked over here as if he had felt it.

I quickly retracted my gaze and continued to see Yang Youling as if nothing had happened.

Although he is only six years old and has not been exposed to equestrianism for a long time, Yang Youling has already learned quite well, and he may be able to catch up with Shang Muxiao in a few years.

"That horse is called Xue Mo, and my Xue Mo is a half-brother. Both horses have Arabian blood and are worth more than two binoculars." Shang Muxiao came to me at some point, looking at Yang Youling said on the field.

Hearing him mention the binoculars, I felt a little uncomfortable, suspecting that he did it on purpose, reminding me that I still owe him 200,000 yuan.

There was the sound of a lighter igniting next to him, and after a while, the smell of smoke drifted away.

He started smoking again.

Yes, I stopped smoking before because I knew that I didn't like him smoking. In order to chase me, I had to change my preferences. Now they have broken up, and I don't need to create such a person. Of course, I want to smoke how I want to smoke.

"She doesn't look like Yang Haiyang at all." Shang Muxiao said, "She looks much better than Yang Haiyang."

Yang Youling looks more like her mother, but it doesn't necessarily look like Yang Haiyang at all. I look like her eyes.

"I heard that my nephew is like my uncle. I hope my sister and Yang Haiyang's children don't look like Yang Haiyang, just like me."

Hearing this, I finally couldn't help but look at him.

Holding the cigarette, he felt my gaze and looked over: "What? Don't you look good like me?"

Of course he's good-looking, but this is the first time I've heard such a rude request from my uncle.

I didn't answer, I just added: "Yang Haiyang will be your brother-in-law soon, you have to get along well with him."

In the past, I would have worried that he did not know how to act, hurt Shang Yunrou's heart, and made it difficult for Yang Haiyang to do things. Now, I only worry about Yang Haiyang. Shang Yunrou may feel annoyed, but she probably doesn't care about the petty troubles of Shang Muxiao. Unlike Yang Haiyang, it is hard for him not to care about these. He loves Shang Yunrou, and naturally hopes that his wife's family will accept him.

Shang Muxiao laughed and said: "Are you all afraid that I will make a big wedding? Don't worry, no, not now." He walked to the fence, put his elbows on the fence, and lay half on top , turned his back to me, and said, "Now that I know, it's useless for me to object. If she likes it, she will do everything possible to be with that man. The more I object, the tighter they will stick."

This was actually what he said.

However, I was more convinced of one thing because of his words.

Just like buying pearls. There are thousands of pearls in a jar, each of which is similar, but you will always choose the one you like the most, hand it over to the store, set it on the ring, and let it accompany you for a lifetime.

There are thousands of ordinary men in this world, and Shang Yunrou would choose Yang Haiyang because he was her favorite.

"Congratulations on finally growing up." I sincerely and sincerely feel happy for Yang Haiyang.

While talking to me, Shang Muxiao was also observing Yang Youling on the field. Maybe he felt that the horse's speed was too fast. "

Hearing that, Teacher Li turned around and glanced over here, and said "ok" to him.

After Shang Muxiao's instructions, he stopped caring about them and turned around with the cigarette between his fingers.

"It's all well taught by the teacher." He stretched his arms naturally, resting on the guardrail, and the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, showing a subtle smile that was between sarcasm and sincerity.

"Hold on, hold on!"

At this moment, Teacher Li suddenly raised the volume, and Shang Muxiao and I both looked over at the same time. I saw that the little white horse raised its front hooves high for some reason, stopped in front of an obstacle, and refused to pass.

Yang Youling's small body fluctuated violently with the movements of the horses. Although she tried her best not to be thrown off, her stamina was limited in the end, and she quickly fell off the horse and fell to the sand.

“呜呜呜呜……”听到小姑娘嚎啕大哭，我的呼吸都要凝住了。

Teacher Li rushed over immediately, and I wanted to go too, but the fence was full of sand, and my wheelchair would sink.

Shang Muxiao frowned and crushed the cigarette butt. He pointed at me and said, "Don't move, I'll go take a look." As he spoke, he neatly climbed over the fence and trotted towards Yang Youling.

I waited anxiously where I was, and once again felt the pain of being unable to walk.

Fortunately, after Shang Muxiao passed by, Yang Youling's crying stopped very quickly, which gave me a little peace of mind.

After a while, Teacher Li stood up first, and then Shang Muxiao also stood up holding Yang Youling. Teacher Li led the horse to the stables, while Shang Muxiao came to me.

Yang Youling cried so hard that her face was covered in tears. The hat was held in Shang Muxiao's hand. The two braids, which were originally well-tied, didn't know whether they were pressed by the hat or dropped, and they looked very messy.

Because cried too hard, forehead and temples were sweating, and hair was stuck in clumps.

"Xiaojie..." She didn't cry anymore, she just kept hiccupping. As soon as she saw me, she reached out for me to hug her, and looked like she was about to cry again.