Out of the hall came out of the hall, a big old woman, but with small and shrewd eyes, like an elephant. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She is a pure black elf, and she dedicates her whole body and mind to the Piaoxiang family without reservation, and has become the Yama king of Anne's right and left hand, the three girls' evil stars, and other families.

Although the godmother of Wujiao is a glow-in-the-dark elf, her code of conduct and pride are as high as or higher than those of her master.

She had been raised in the bedroom of Anne Piaoxiang's mother, Tian Tian'er, an old lady who was a gentleman, high-nosed fairy who would not hesitate to punish her children or servants for breaking the law.

She used to be Anne's godmother, and later when Anne got married, she followed her from the heart of the spiritual spring to the mainland.

If Wujiao's godmother favors anyone, she will discipline her strictly.

Because she is so fond of clumsy and proud of clumsy, her discipline of clumsy is endless.

"Are the two young masters gone? Why didn't you leave them for dinner, Miss Stupid?

I told Cape Bebe to make two more meals. Where's your politeness?"

"Well, I get tired of hearing them talk about the holy war between humans and demons, and I can't bear to have dinner with them anymore, especially for fear that my father will also join in and shout about Mr. Lingdi. ”

"You're as rude as a girl, thanks to your mother and my hard work to teach you.

Also, why didn't you put your shawl on? The night breeze is about to blow!

I've told you time and time again that sitting bare-shouldered in the night breeze is going to give you a cold and fever.

Miss Stupid come into the house. “

Clumsy deliberately pretended to be cold and turned around, but fortunately, Wujiao's godmother was nagging about the shawl and didn't see her face.

"No, I want to sit here and watch the sunset. How beautiful it is. Go and bring me the shawl.

Come on, godmother Wujiao, let me sit here and wait for my father to come home and I will go into the house. ”

"I hear you sound like you're catching a cold," Wujiao's godmother said suspiciously.

"Well, no," said Clumsy impatiently. "Go and bring me my shawl. “

The godmother of Wujiao staggered back to the hall, when Clumsy heard her whispering to go upstairs to the maid upstairs.

"Ah Yue! listen, throw down Miss Stupid's shawl for me. Then her voice grew louder,

"Useless glow-in-the-dark ghost! she can't bring anything with her. I'll have to climb upstairs to get it myself. ”

Hearing the rattling of the stairs, Clumsy stood up gently.

As soon as Wujiao's godmother came back, she had to repeat the words that scolded her for not knowing how to be polite, but Clumsy felt that when she was sad, she really couldn't bear to talk about such trivial things.

She stood hesitantly, not knowing where to hide to calm her pain, when a thought suddenly occurred to her, which gave her a faint glimmer of hope.

It turned out that her father rode a unicorn to the Kamen family's Sacred Valley Field "Twelve Spirit Trees" village that afternoon to discuss the purchase of Kiki, the deer girl of his butler Bebe Horns.

Kiki, the deer girl, is the maun of the village of the "Twelve Spirit Trees", and since she got married six months ago, Cape Bebe has been pestering her master day and night to buy her so that the two of them can live together.

That afternoon, Payne couldn't resist anymore, so he had to go over there to discuss the purchase of Kiki, the deer girl.

Of course, Dad would know that this terrible rumor wasn't true.

Even if he hadn't heard anything this afternoon, he might have noticed some signs and sensed something exciting about the Kamen Family.

If I had seen him alone before supper, I might have figured it out—it was just an immoral joke by the brothers.

It's time for Payne to come back.

If she wanted to see him alone, she didn't have to bother, just meet him at the entrance of the driveway into the main road.

She quietly walked down the front steps of the house, and looked back to make sure that the godmother of Wujiao was indeed not watching from the upstairs window.

She didn't see the wide, glow-in-the-dark face with its snow-white turban peeping disapprehensively through the swaying curtains, so she boldly lifted up the green cloth skirt and ran as fast as she could along the stone path to the lane, as fast as the strapped-strapped, the strapped.

Along the sides of the gravel driveway, dense snow trees intersect to form natural vaults, turning the long boulevard into a dark roadway.

As soon as she ran into the corridor, she felt that she was safe, and that the rest of the family was out of sight, so she slowed down, panting, for her bra was too tight to allow her to run like this, but she walked as fast as she could.

She soon reached the end of the driveway and walked onto the road, but she did not stop until she turned a corner, where a large clump of spirit trees covered her so that the family could no longer see her.

Her cheeks were red, her breath was short, and she sat on a spirit tree stump waiting for her father.

Normally by this time he had returned, but she was glad that he was late to-day, so that she might have time to catch her breath and restore her countenance so that she would not arouse her father's suspicions.

She waited every minute to hear the hooves of the unicorn, to see her father gallop up the hill at his frightening speed.

But minute after minute passed, and Payne still didn't come back.

Looking along the road, trying to find his shadow, the pain in my heart swelled again.

"Well, that can't be true!" she thought to herself. "Why didn't he come?"

Her eyes pondered along the road that had turned blood-red from the rain in the morning, and mentally followed the journey down the hill to the lazy river of sorrow, over the marshy valley floor of the hazelnut, and up the next hill to the village of the Twelve Spirit Trees.

Mengjiao lives there.

At this point, the whole point of the road is here—it leads to Mengjiao and the beautiful white-columned house perched high on a hill like a sanctuary temple.

"Na, Mengjiao!" she shouted in her heart, her heart beating faster.

Ever since the mindless twins had told her their gossip, a coldness of confusion and calamity had weighed heavily on her, but now it had been pushed against the back wall of her psyche, and had been replaced by the same frenzy that had dominated her for two years.

Now it seems a little strange, when she has not yet grown up, why didn't she ever think that Mengjiao was moving?

As a child, she saw him walking around, but she never thought about him once.

It wasn't until that day two years ago, when Mengjiao had just returned from a three-year trip to the Worry-Free Mainland, and came to her home to pay a visit, that she fell in love with him.

It's as simple as that.

She was in the hallway in front of the house, and he had come from the alley along the unicorn, dressed in a blue fine brocade blouse with a wide luminous bow at the neckline, which matched the ruffled collared shirt.

To this day, she remembered every detail of his dress, how shiny the unicorn boots were, and the embossed head of the gorgon on the bow pin, the wide-brimmed unicorn hat—he took it in his hand as soon as he saw her.

He jumped off the unicorn, threw the reins to a glow-in-the-dark child, and stood there staring at her, his hazy blue eyes wide open and smiling. His golden-silver hair shimmered in the sunlight like a splendid crown.

At that time, he said gently, "Stupid, you have grown up." “

Then he gently walked up the steps and kissed her hand. And his voice!

She will never forget the thrill she felt when she heard it, as if it was the first time she had heard such a slow, loud, musical sound!

At that very moment, she felt that she needed him, as simple as asking for something to eat, buying a unicorn, and sleeping in a soft bed, and she needed him for no apparent reason.

For two years, he accompanied her around the Linglu Blessed Land, attending balls, fish feasts, picnics, and even court day hearings, and so on.

Although he has never been as complicated as the brainless brothers, nor is he not as entangled as the young men of the Ghost family, he has never stopped visiting the Sacred Valley Field of Eros Kiss every week.

Indeed, he had never courted her, and his clear eyes had never revealed the fiery glow that Clumsy was familiar with in other men.

But still—still—stupid knew he loved her.

She can't be wrong about that.

Intuition is more trustworthy than reason, and the knowledge that emerges from experience tells her that he loves her.

She was almost always taken aback by him, when his eyes seemed neither hazy nor distant, and he looked at her with an eager and sad look that overwhelmed her.

She knew he loved her. Why didn't he explain it to her? But there was more to what she couldn't understand about him.

He was often polite, but so cold and distant. No one understood what he was thinking, and Stupid was the least incomprehensible.

In that area, everyone says whatever comes to mind, so Mengjiao's cautious personality is even more unaccustomed to it.

He was as proficient as any other young man in the amusements of the blessed land, such as hunting, gambling, dancing, and discussing politics.

But he is different from everyone else, that is, these pleasant activities are not the purpose of life for him.

He was only interested in books and music, and loved to write opera.

Now, why was he so pretty, and yet so polite and unapproachable, and so excited when he talked about the Sanssouci Continent, books, music, operas, and things she was not interested in—and yet so adorable?

Night after night, after sitting with him in the half-lit corridor of the front door, and talking to him, every time he went to bed, he would toss and turn for hours, until at last he had to comfort himself with the assumption that the next time he would come to see her, he would propose to her, and then slowly fell asleep.

However, the next time she came and went, the result was still in vain - only the frenzy that fascinated her rose higher and hotter.

She loved him, she needed him, but she didn't understand him.

She was so straightforward and simple, like having eaten the wind above Eros and the river that flowed beside Eros, and it was impossible for her to comprehend an intricate matter even if she lived to be old.

Now, for the first time, she is angry and meets a person with a complex personality.

Because Mengjiao is born to belong to that type, when he has leisure, he is not used to do things, but to think, to weave colorful dreams without real content.

He lives in an inner world that is much better than the demonic spirit. He was a cold eyer to people, neither liking nor disgusting.

He was indifferent to life, unmoved, and worried.

He embraced everything in the world and his place in it, whether it was appropriate or not, sometimes shrugging his shoulders and going back to his music, his books, and that better world.

Stupid couldn't figure out why he was so fascinated by her when his heart was so strange to hers.

It was this secret of his, like a door with neither a lock nor a key, that aroused her curiosity.

The things in him that she could not comprehend only made her love him more, and his restrained courtship attitude only encouraged her to make greater determination to take him for herself.

She never doubted that he would one day propose to her, because she was too young and pampered to know what it was like to lose her guilt.

Now, like a bolt from the blue, this terrible news has suddenly struck.

This can't be true!

Mengjiao is going to marry the weak!

Why, just one evening last week when they were riding a unicorn home, he said to her:

"Stupid, I have something very important to tell you, but I don't know how to say it. “

She bowed her head in a pretended seriousness, but her heart was pounding with joy, and she felt that the happy moment had come.

Then he said:

"Not now! There's no time. We're almost home, well, stupid, look how cowardly I am!"

He then kicked the unicorn in the ribs with his boot a few times, and quickly sent Stupid over the hill back to the kiss of Eros.

Clumsily sat on the stump of the spirit tree, thinking back to the words that had made her very happy, but then they suddenly had another meaning, a terrible meaning.

Maybe what he told her was the news that he was going to get engaged!

Now, as long as Daddy comes back!

She couldn't bear this mystery anymore.

Once again, she anxiously looked along the road, once again disappointed.

By this time the sun had sunk below the horizon, and the red glow on the edge of the earth had faded into a pale pink twilight.

The sky gradually changed from light blue to a pale green like a robin's egg, and the otherworldly tranquility of the pastoral twilight quietly landed around her.

The hazy night enveloped the village.

Those red clay ditches and the red road that seemed to have just been opened have also lost their magical blood color and turned into ordinary blue land.

In the pastures across the road, civet oxen, unicorns, and grey mules stood silently, their heads and necks sticking out of the fence, waiting to be herded back into the shed to enjoy dinner.

They don't like the glow-in-the-dark shadows of the crystal bushes that obscure the pasture stream, and they twitch their ears to look at the clumsy as if they appreciate human company.

The tall silver pine trees that were lush in the sunlight in the wetlands by the river, in the strange hazy twilight, had now become luminous, and the dim sky contrasted with the dim sky, as if a row of luminous giants stood there, covering the golden mud river that slowly flowed under their feet. (To be continued.) )