One of the two made tea and the other drank tea. The fragrance of tea wafted in the elegant and quiet room. If there were outsiders around, they would definitely feel that the situation was warm and picturesque.
"Zimei, where have you been these ten years? I've been waiting so hard!"
In Song Xuanqi's voice, the last sentence "I've been waiting so long", with a deep and mournful feeling, made people's hearts soften.
Yang Zimei put down her teacup, looked up at him, and found that there was affection in his brows and deep meaning in his eyes.
Her heart shuddered—
He didn't follow the life trajectory of getting married and having children that he had seen in his previous life, could it be because of himself
No way
When I met him, that face was only five years old, and he was already 28 years old at the time, how could it be possible
If it's impossible, that's exactly what it looks like.
"Master Song, I'm sorry, something happened. My muscles and bones were injured. I have been recuperating for the past ten years, and now I have completely recovered." Yang Zimei said with a little guilt.
Hearing that she was hurt, Song Xuan's heart tightened, as if someone suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched her hard, he couldn't help but look at her with pity, heartbroken that she had suffered so much pain at such a young age, and wanted to stretch out his hand to hug her. I hugged her into my arms, but didn't dare.
He is now a thirty-eight-year-old uncle, and she is only a fifteen-year-old young Shaoai.
In the past ten years, he has rejected many love affairs, even rejected a good marriage arranged by his parents, even though the other party is gentle, virtuous, beautiful and generous.
He clearly knew that he had been waiting for a small figure to appear.
Now, she appeared, but he was old.
I was born to you but I was not born, but I am already old when you were born.
Thinking of this poem, his heart was filled with desolation and helplessness.
I don't want to be her lover, just want to be able to look at her casually.
Thinking of this, his heart suddenly brightened again, his smile became more warm, exuding the unique charm of a mature man, which made Yang Zimei, who already had the heart of an older young woman, look dazed for a moment, but another picture appeared in his mind He is unparalleled in beauty, but has a young face like a lone wolf.
ten years.
The boy named Long Zhutian has grown to twenty-five years old, I don't know how he is doing now!
When she was in a trance, Song Xuan looked at her from the side, watching her two thick and slightly curled eyelashes flapping gently like the wings of a butterfly, fanning into his heart, making his heartstrings tremble along with it trembling trembling.
Yang Zimei came back to her senses, noticed Song Xuan's strangeness, her ears were slightly red, and hurriedly took out the knife coin she found, and handed it to him, "Master Song, please help me to identify whether this has a source. "
Song Xuan took the knife and coin, looked carefully, got up and poured a cup of solution, and wiped off the ink that was originally smeared on the coin with a cotton swab. On the round shape of the silver coin, two spots gradually appeared. There is a bright and gorgeous but profound and simple gold character "Yidao" in seal script, and on the body of the knife there are three characters "Ping Wuqian".
"The beauty gave me a golden knife, how can I repay it? Ying Qiongyao." Song Xuan suddenly read the poem, his voice was better than Qin Kaiwen's, with deep and lingering affection.
However, she didn't understand why he would read this poem to a coin.
However, after being wiped clean by him, the shape of this coin has a unique charm, simple and stable, and reveals a beautiful and elegant atmosphere. However, she can't understand why a coin is not engraved with Tongbao or the like like other coins .
What is the meaning of this knife leveling five thousand
She once again felt that her knowledge was shallow and her knowledge was extremely insufficient.
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