In Xiao Yueye's room, Rourou was tenderly applying medicine to Xiao Yueye who was lying on the couch, wiping her unconscious tears and sobbing softly. wWw.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.CoM
Rourou touched the bruise on his face and said apologetically: "It's all my fault. If it weren't for my young master, you wouldn't have done it either..."
Rourou's heart was suddenly filled with joy. She didn't even chew on the meaning of "a lifetime" in Xiao Yueye's mouth. She broke down in tears and nodded with a smile. Xiao Yueyue couldn't help but be infatuated when she saw her shy look.
It seemed that Huilan always had the patent to make the scenery look bad. She was used to being carefree and pushed the door open with one foot without saying a word, then walked in quickly with a cup of tonic.
"The young master and his wife specially asked you to cook in the kitchen... ah, I'm sorry, I'm going out right now." She had been looking at the supplements in front of her, waiting for them to be put away, then turned around to see the ambiguous situation between the two people, her face turned red and she hurriedly turned around to run away. go out.
Rourou blushed even harder than she did and hurriedly withdrew her hand that was tightly held by Xiao Yueye. She stood up hastily and held Huilan in her hand, saying, "I have to go to Madam's place. You feed the young master first."
Before Huilan could say anything, she grabbed her own skirt and ran out.
Huilan could only giggle at this time. How could she not see that Xiao Yueye was on the verge of fire now despite her age and stupidity. He had no choice but to be clever and politely serve a bowl of soup and hand it to Xiao Yueye in front of him.
Xiao Yueye believed that if he looked at him in the mirror now, his eyes would be on fire. It was finally possible to get closer to Rourou. It was finally possible to get Rourou to let go of her guard and stop caring about her feelings of being four years older than Xiao Yueye. But all of them were ruined by Huilan's kick.
calm down. He breathed heavily to force himself not to strangle the culprit in front of him.
Seeing that he was about to kill him, Huilan carefully moved her body to the side, wondering if she should pour the bowl of soup on his face and then apply oil on the soles of her feet.
Only women and peppers are difficult to raise. Xiao Yueye could only console herself like this for a long time before she calmed down her anger. He glared at Huilan fiercely before opening his mouth and gesturing for Huilan to feed him.
After wiping the oil stains on Xiao Yueye's mouth with a handkerchief, Huilan held the bowl and stopped talking for a while before asking: "Master, do you know that Sister Rourou is already fourteen?"
Xiao Yueye looked at him strangely, nodded and asked, "What's wrong?"
"A girl of fourteen can marry a girl of fifteen and up. Young master, what are your plans to dominate Sister Rourou every day?" Huilan was rarely serious, and all her usual naughty playfulness disappeared.
Xiao Yueye looked into her bright eyes and sighed and said: "I want to marry her in the future and I can't live without her in my life. It's just..."
"Just what?" Huilan stood up and put the bowl in her hand on the table, turned around and asked.
"You can also see that there is always a knot in her heart that she is four years older than me. Since ancient times, old wives and young husbands have not been tolerated in the world. She is afraid of worldly notoriety and cannot bear my self-destruction. In fact, she does not want to be a child of a brothel. In the eyes of secular people, it is already dirty.”
I have never seen Xiao Yueye look so affectionate and sad before. At this time, he no longer looked like a ten-year-old man, but Huilan was no different at all. Perhaps this was the influence of precocious puberty in ancient times.
"Then why didn't you tell Sister Rourou?" Huilan asked doubtfully, rolling up the silk handkerchief in her hand.
"I'm too young, even I don't believe in my persuasiveness, let alone her? So I hope to wait a few years and wait until I grow up to make it clear to him. Now it's better to just let nature take its course." Xiao Yueyendi Once I looked at my ten-year-old body in depression.
Huilan nodded and thought of something again, frowning and said: "A few days ago, when my mother and I were chatting, we said that it seems that the second son of the Dongguchi family, Tanigami, really likes Sister Rourou and plans to come to propose marriage."
Xiao Yueye smiled happily and said easily without even the slightest worry: "I have already expressed this to Sister Rourou's brother, and he also implicitly promised me that I don't have to worry about marrying Sister Rourou. And if anyone dares to marry me, I won't be polite if you steal your wife." At the end of his sentence, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, but he buried it very deeply and quickly covered it with his eyelids.
Huilan smiled and returned to her original lively appearance, sat down at the table and ate the cakes politely.
Seeing that she didn't care about him, Xiao Yueye said angrily: "Eat, eat, eat. Be careful. If you become a fat pig, Song Hu won't want you anymore."
Huilan coughed violently and hurriedly drank some water before swallowing the pastry she choked on. She turned around and said with a blushing face, "Master, what are you talking about?"
Are you still pretending to be a demo in front of me? Catch your pigtails for me! Xiao Yueye laughed secretly, but if he intervened in this matter, it might be self-defeating, so he stopped talking.
It is already October. The leaves in the yard are withered and yellow, and they are scattered all over the ground, with a hint of autumn sadness.
It gets dark very early and around a quarter of an hour, the lanterns are already lit in the "Hundred Flowers Tower" in front of me. It is a rare opportunity for the girls to have an early rest. Today is a day filled with both joy and sorrow. However, Yan Niang gave her a gag order. Everything that happened after today was rotten in her stomach and she was not allowed to spit out a single word.
A slender figure turned from the side and walked into the courtyard carrying a baggage.
As if sensing something, the figure paused and looked in the direction of the garden garden in disbelief. Although the moonlight was hazy and it was still a few steps away, she still recognized the person she dreamed about every night at a glance.
The figure who had been squatting in the flower bed stood up. His tall face was a little blurry, but under the moonlight you could clearly see his eyes shining with light tears.
"Liu'er" The familiar voice reminded me of Xiao Yueye's childishness, which was different from Mrs. Xiao's gentleness. It was magnetic, deep, light, bitter, and full of joy mixed in the voice, so that the two ordinary words trembled.
Liu'er's body trembled, and she suddenly burst into tears. The person she had missed for so many years but didn't dare to meet was actually so close. She didn't know how to react. The baggage in her hands fell gently, and she remained motionless, staring blankly at the figure approaching step by step.
The man shouted "Liu'er" every time he took a step. You can hear his attempt to suppress it, you can hear the excitement behind the faint voice, you can hear the heaviness contained in these two words. Liu'er is at a loss what to do, and she can't even make a sound, only a thousand lines of tears.
Finally, when he came to Liu'er, the man showed his true face in Lushan.
Qiu Ziyun!
The mysterious man who saved Xiao Yueye, the Qiu Ziyun, the owner of Green Linkui Qiushui Villa mentioned by Yan Niang!
There was no language, only sight. The emotions that had been communicated for many years were originally thought to be burning like fire, but in the end, they were just as stable as a blue spring. Liu'er tremblingly reached out and touched Qiu Ziyun's face, as if she couldn't believe it and as if to verify whether she was dreaming.
Qiu Ziyun took her hand, hugged her and murmured: "Chen Liuliu, you are so cruel that I have been looking for you for six years."
Just such a faint sentence made Liu'er sob violently. She put her arms around the man's waist and cried softly: "I'm sorry, Ziyun, I'm sorry."
The man patted Liu'er's back gently, with uncontrollable joy in his eyes and whispered in the wind: "The autumn wind rustles the green leaves of the willows. You will never be able to run away again after I come to find you." (Full novel (www.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.com)